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Lena Waters Apr 2017
It's been a while, I reflect
Since I embraced distraction.
A while since I tried to make
My own tension and traction.

For the life of me, I can't decide
What I should write about.
The loves I've found and lost this year
The things I've gone without?

Please do tell me your ideas -
I've lost my inspiration.
There's irony here somewhere
For your appreciation.
Lena Waters Apr 2017
Isn't it interesting
That the only time
I have nothing to say
And nothing to rhyme

Is when my talent
I must showcase
For quite likely
A nutcase

I have a sense of humour
And I was "Lena Waters"
I forgot my email
Don't let me have daughters

Perhaps my finest work
(For angst does not equal art)
But my ******* profound conclusion is?
Poetry's still in my heart.
May as well post this! :)
Lena Waters Jul 2016
One day I was walking across the sea,
And a broken man came up to me.

One day I jumped over the world's highest mountain,
And met a healing man by the crystal fountain.

One day I walked through all the stars in the sky,
And the man I'd fixed did not pass by.

One day I struggled over soft, yielding sand,
And the world's strongest man came to give me a hand.

One day we both strode into the setting sun,
For we had fixed others, and our work was done.
A thought. Karma, perhaps?
Lena Waters Jul 2016
They say many things.
They say,
Don't judge a book by its cover,
Yet they always choose the same.
They say,
Do as you would be done by,
Yet ignore the poor the same.
They say,
Money is the root of all evil,
Yet it kills them all the same.
They say,
More sinned against than sinning,
Yet crime lives all the same.

They say many things,
The whispering snakes,
That live inside our heads,
That make everything perfectly rational;
*Just do the right thing instead.
A poem on kindness and the monsters in our own heads which excuse the lack of it.
Lena Waters Apr 2016
When the child is born,
you can cry.

When the sun rises,
you can cry.

When the stars shine,
you can cry

When the world turns,
you can cry

yes you

you can cry

cry right now

for the miracle that is life

for science

for love

for hope

you can cry
You can. ;‿; Let it all out.
Lena Waters Feb 2016
I take the gift,
I hold it tight.
I'll never have to see the night.

I start to doubt,
My friends start to age.
Forming new bars on the oldest cage.

I dread the day,
My memory's full,
So I write out my life and my feelings are null.

At first it's a blessing,
For what I don't want,
I rip out the pages and smudge up the font.

But now I feel lonely,
My library filled,
Now I long for the certainty of death - being killed.

If you get a wish,
Then just five words from me;
Don't waste away in immortality.
A thought I had. \_{°)_/
Lena Waters Feb 2016
I'm sitting,
In the cold.

I wish I,
Been so bold.

I didn't,
Fit in,
To your mould.

And now I,
Must sit,
In your cold.
I'm back!  :D  Another little pinch of morbid stuff.
Lena Waters Jan 2016
I am tired
All you get's
Three little

And I'll tell
Tell you now
That they aren't
"I love you. "
Lena Waters Jan 2016
If home is where the heart is,
Who did you sell mine to?
For I must traipse without delay,
To follow this lead through.

If home is where the heart is,
Why not me tell me that it's gone?
For I must now search day and night,
To hope you haven't won.

If home is where the heart is,
When did you sell on mine?
For I must go and beg not,
To find it on the line.

If home is where the heart is,
What possessed you so?
For I must scream and sob and cry,
To find out where to go.

If home is where the heart is,
Where are my stolen goods?
For I must cross this empty Earth,
To not drown in its floods.

*If home is where the heart is,
Why did you raze my own?
For I must leave you all behind,
To find my heart's new home.
Inspiration struck, and this journey of the 5 Ws and love began.
Lena Waters Jan 2016

It was.
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