There's a tightness in my chest as I gasp for air
Hugging my frame I wonder how these thoughts began.

How had my mind betrayed me so bitterly.

I feel as if somedays my vessel leaves me tied in bed in the morning, bringing me the stories of today when it returns tonight.

________________

"Did I smile today?"

She smirks, running her hand through my stale hair.

"Yes," She whispers, slipping into the cold covers.  "Everyone believed it."

I hug her close despite the emptiness she brings me; trying to remember what it was like before she came.

Mission Impossible

Your mission should you choose to accept it?
May be tougher than total disease eradicated
Slower than abolition of third word poverty
No pinnacle as high as a career in true poetry

You will be deprived of all satellite navigation
Ostracised b friends n fair weather neighbours
Unarmed just words are your feeble protection
Your existence denied , should they ever get u

Let me warn you my brave poet friend
Take heed, you may think it no problem
Write all this free verse indeed w’ a vengeance
But once your outside defending fair maidens

Vanity n pride are left behind at your station
Your mind be clogged with a million quotations
This text , it destructs thru your own hesitation
Poet laureate you are not in my estimation.
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Written by Philip. 1st November 2018.

My friends always wondered
How come my feet
Are always hard
with thick yellow skin.

And I tell them,
"I like to get lost."

"What does that mean?"

"Some nights I can't be
The self I painted in
The morning,
so without warning
I have to go see
What I am actually."

"That is?"

"It is someone else
in each layer."

Focus your attention somewhen else.
The somewhom you remember
is gathered dusty on the shelf.

Some other time.
A phrase some good, mostly bad.
Focus on the times in which you  had.

**** it. Keep in time, in the then,
forget the now and the soon to be when.
Get lost. *******.
Pout about it until you deign to sin.

Forget yourself.
Earn your regret.

Hearts in love,
but sometimes in pain.
The sun will shine,
but there will be rain.

Some fruit so sweet,
but some can be bitter.
Sometimes you win,
yet sometimes a quitter.

Life shows promise,
but yet sadness.
You'll have love,
then it will vanish.

Some love is forever,
and it can be quite sweet.
Some can take awhile,
and some when you meet.

Love is a beautiful thing,
even if it can hurt.
You will always love,
and it will be in your heart.

Love, a four-lettered word,
All of us have already heard.
Funny feeling deep in my stomach,
Makes me look like a big, old maniac.

Silly endearments makes me want to throw up,
Old couples sharing one drinking cup.
Ewww, what in the world?
Is this crazy little thing that's been always heard?

Until one day,
A light has peeked through the skies so gray.
Who knew a girl that so vain and mean,
Could become my sweet, lovely queen.

I won't be needing those fake smiles,
And that feeling of throwing up some bile.
I know what love is,
And the proof? It's sealed with a kiss.

you have the
nerve
to say that women are
squeamish

when we see blood
month after month

you say we are too emotional
to hold office,
too fragile
to be independent,
too unpredictable,
to be on our own

but you forget
we are bulletproof.

you forget
we have stamina
and fire inside of us

because we are fighting
twice as hard
to be recognized
as the amazing,
successful people we are.

we are fighting
to be seen
as more
than our appearance,
to be valuable
because of our brains
instead of our *****.

we are bulletproof.