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It takes STEP BY STEP,
You don't have to RUSH,
Just take your TIME,
POSITIVITY IS A PLUS!!!

Just go about it GRADUALLY, and
Take it DAY BY DAY,
If you keep this up then,
You will be on your MERRY WAY!!!

JUST TAKE THINGS SLOWLY,
and IN DEGREES,
Once you have ADJUSTED,
you WILL FEEL AT EASE.

It will be MELLOW and
It will BE A BREEZE,
You got it now, and
YOU AIM TO PLEASE!!!

BE COURAGEOUS and
ENCOURAGE YOURSELF,
YOU HAVE ONE BODY, and
HEALTH IS WEALTH!!!

JUST DON'T GIVE UP,
THIS IS A SLOW PROGRESS,
IF YOU CONTINUE LIKE THIS,
YOU WILL ACHIEVE SUCCESS!!!!


B.R.
Date: 1/4/2025
Zywa Feb 2023
'Love you too', you say.

It sounds like an echo, like --


something from the past.
"Villa Ada" (2020, Jens Christian Grøndahl)

Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 20s and 30s"
olivia go May 2014
I hardly know what I'm doing
As I ask the clerk for a pack of naturals behind the counter.
My make-up from yesterday's shift preserved nicely,
So the exchange followed suit.
I'm not good at this.
Naturally.
Fifteen minutes before walking into the convenient store
I paced the empty terminals of a car wash
Rehearsing my demeanor and forced eye contact.
I hate eye contact.
Stand tall and look confident.
But not too confident.
Be charming,
But not desperate.
Don't try to be ****.
(You're not ****.)
I'm four foot ten
And twenty years old.
Buying a pack of cigarettes for an addiction I don't carry
Shouldn't be this hard.
I'm not damaged,
I'm not drunk.
I'm not struggling,
And I'm certainly not a cigarette smoker.
But I'm here,
In Boston,
Stuck in-between the fibers of a girl
Who writes bad poetry and
Hardly knows what she's doing with much of anything.
Naturally.
A poem for today.
Martin Narrod Apr 2014
In every one-word world, exotic spaces' gradual state of life proclaimed as a melon . As the urges to divide the pleasures of the infernal forth from the happiness which has closed in to the square-shaped restless less rolling boxes. And what the treat is if all of the souls from the cypress take the higher breaths of the shrew and belabor them unto the points of humanity, uncivilized humanity that is quite bountifully.

During this autumnal abscission where the alizarin and pallid arms and edges, crooked and afraid, steep in the sullied tatterdemalion and the mysophilia that emimart

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