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Julie Grenness Jan 2016
How can we all  be a manifest?
To create a world that's blessed?
Should be a lifetime quest,
Smiles and kindness are free,
Sent from each one personally,
To approach each  day positively,
Positive plans for every day,
How can we be manifests today?
Feedback welcome.
Grace Pickard Jul 2014
I have parted ways with my body
Because my mind isn't present
My heart, a charcoal gray: foggy
Has little passion since our dissent

I wrote dainty letters for you
Romantic, lengthy confessions.
Every empty word- away each flew
Whilst wading daily in depression.

Softly my soul fades with my love.
A hollow hole cut deep in your heart-
By unkind hope: an olive branching dove--
Is the coal that fuels this hatred art.

This suffering manifests my mind.
Winds blustering my common sense,
And life muttering "Are you blind?"
My body is combusting in defense .

Revenge begs me to set you ablaze-
Compassion  treads across this hell,
Speaks and heads into the insane,
Pulls me by the threads out of a spell.

I restrain from you- I am free -
I won't mention your infidelity.
Just make me feel not absentee.

I'm just done being unhappy.
Lots of thoughts- to be made into several different poems
©2014, Grace Pickard, all rights reserved

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