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Peninsula Aug 2016
Cleaning houses you can never afford
For a whole day
Almost
Just so you can feed your four children
Breakfast
When you get home
At three in the afternoon
With a hand
Full of two dollars
Fit for all of you
Wanting to think about tomorrow
But it only hurts
So you smile
To mask the death inside
And you do not know for sure
If there is a day after this
Or if you even want one
But you go on
For them
Always be aware of how you treat people...
Cynthia Jean Jul 2016
the air so sweet
and fresh
and clear..

gentle, soft
blessing
the senses
the spirit
swaddling
the soul....

cooling
but not too much
greening
the grasses turned brown...

giving drink
to those plants growing
which feed me
and to the flowers
that feed my soul...

one more blessing
to give thanks for

and so often
taken
for
granted.

cj 2016
the best things in life are so freely given to us.
Jacqueline P Jun 2016
Hunger or Anxiety?
My stomach does backflips and I think it's Hunger.
You know, the kind that clings to your rib cage,
Trying to **** out the bone marrow.

Well cheers to you, Hunger,
The kind that makes my eyes hurt and go fuzzy in sunlight.
Your never ending creepy-crawly feeling makes me feel like going for a swim to wash you off.

It's times like these that make me want to live.
ForeverNo-One May 2016
Rivers running through my mind
Rivers running through my hair
Rivers running through my life
Making it flow

Rivers running down my body
Rivers running in between my toes
Rivers running to the tips of my fingers
And straight off the edge

Rivers running everywhere
Rivers running through the woods
Rivers running down a hill
Making it all clean
Rae Harrison May 2016
You made a mess of my heart
The windows are cracked and the walls are chipped
It's not exactly broken but it sure as hell isn't fixed
I could try to repair it but that would mean cleaning up your mess
And cleaning up your mess would mean removing all evidence of your existence
And I'm not ready for that yet
Neither is my heart
Grays pelting
Blues falling
Clouds tumbling
Drops twinkling
Glittering on the grass
Some find beauty
Some find gloom

In the rain
We dance and freeze
We sing and yell
We laugh and fume
We are happy
We are sad
In the beauty and gloom
Of that changing rain
We relate

We’re happy
The drops sparkle and glimmer
They help bring new life
They give water
They clean and purify

We’re sad
The drops soak
They ruin
They take away the sun
They spoil moods and plans

In the rain, we see our emotions
The drops of our reflection
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