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Remy May 2020
In the depth of the dark
I heard a voice inside of me
Saying
Why do you have to hurt me
Why do you care about others more than me
You give me pain
And you expect me to heal
I sat there, wondering
Whose voice is this
After a while, I realized
It is my little heart
I am sorry little creature
I always ignored you
Bullet Apr 2020
You’re looking for a clean needle in a hay sack
While I’m searching for answers in a pile of nails
Arcassin B Apr 2020
By Arcassin Burnham

Speak to my sanity like you would do my dad,
convey me like you would do my mom,
i was born in a world so untamed by the evils that
clashed , homeless people don't even get a pass,
masses controlled , careful don't cut your foot
on this thin glass,
don't care about mommy and daddy's past,
if anything I'll be smart enough to see what they did,
as they look back,
Hi nice to meet you , I am their little one,
first born and hopefully the only one,
I got an open remedy for the stars and sun
peaking into the universe like I ain't never done ,
wrong my loves , if you don't love me than I sure
understand, I know my parents will teach me the ways
to be a woman or if I'm a man, I will be as noble like the
Gods in greek , as poetic as my dad, like my mom too sheek,
now tell me , what's harmful about this peace?


©abpoetry2020
https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2020/04/little-one.html
Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2020
The sun does not set
When euphoria rises
In our little world
It's always sunny in Pamandaland
Limited existence
Never limited by existence
To make a mark
On a little break from today
12/04/2020)
Happy Easter 🐣 to all on HP :)
All good, at my end :)
And wishing the same for all on HP
Take care and be well, my friends :)
Will come back soon :) 💛🌸☘️☘️☀️🌻
Mrs Timetable Apr 2020
Covering my exposed
When you know it’s cold
Warms my whole body
Because it’s love
That it knows
Making sure I’m warm enough.  It’s the little things
Poetic T Apr 2020
I like to blow bubbles In the rain,
           to see them play dodgeball

with the raindrops.


And as they  floats beyond my sight,
           I see the sunrays glisten off them,

Pocket rainbows floating above my head.


Its the little things that bring a smile to a day
I enjoy silent personal smiles,
Brought on by a text,
          A meme
                             Perhaps remembrance
Or the memory of a touch
An old song you just remembered
                                            By the beat of the bus' bouncing
                     Seeing other's
              Is just about as good
As having my own
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