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This life
is
like
a drama scene,
scene
by
scene.
Different plays
and
characters
in the scene.
Some enjoying,
some striving,
some suffering.
Everyone has a role to play in this dramatic world.
For there is no escape route for the babies for they have to take part
in the scene.
Everyone has
his/her lifestory with
a
begining
and
an end.
No one is saved from
the scene,
except
he be dead.
To everyone out there...
Love is like a wounded and wet
bird.
Seen by
a hungry
and
gameless
hunter.
Kept beside the fire lighted
for warmth.
Brought up
and
nurtured gradually
and left with a vertinary doctor
to heal
and
keep.
To all newbies...
touching everything and nothing
  all at the same time
    simply just existing
      but more importantly,
        thriving with
              HOW ARE WE KILLING THE OCEAN
A SOLID 95% OF THE WORLDS LIVING SPACE COMES FROM THE OCEAN
                                 life of all kinds
                                   being destroyed by mere human life
the world is not ours
             HOW ARE WE KILLING THE OCEAN
we can save the world
SOS
Send signals in the air in the middle
Of the night; this is a message;
Someone save me, please!
Copyright; 2019
McNally/Flanders, Inc.
Title by Avicii
A quick write, and is this everyone's SOS cry?
KCibot May 15
SOS
My love
Can't see me
Anymore
Without fear
Boo
Who
Without Fear
Anymore
Can't U See me
My love?
;
Carolina Jan 12
I'm sorry, you feel, I dont care about your feelings,
But; how about the way you make me feel?

You make me feel so little and small.
You make me feel invisible.
When it comes to my mental health,
When it comes to my feelings.
Instead of asking how I feel,
You TELL me how I feel.

Don't tell me how I feel.
Don't tell me what I feel.
Don't tell me what I think.
Don't tell me What I see.

You are not in my head,
You do NOT know what runs through my mind,
What races I push to win,
What marathons I struggle to win;
Every day of my life.

Don't tell me when I listen, and when I don't.
Don't tell me when I love, and don't love.
Don't tell me when I try, and when I've given up.

I'm tired of people always telling me how I am and how to do it.
The last person I ever expected it from was you,
"THE ONE" "THE ONLY" "MY FOREVER"
But you do it to me the most,
You are the worst,

Don't tell me when I am in pain, or when "it's in my head"
Don't tell me when I am looking for attention,
Don't tell me when I'm not depressed,
Don't tell me when I'm happy or just "manic."

STOP TELLING ME WHAT IS GOING ON IN
MY HEAD!
MY HEART!
MY BODY!
and
MY SOUL!

You always inform me how you wish we had communication,
That doesn't consist of you telling me how I am feeling,
What I am feeling,
Or why I am feeling.
DON'T
TELL
ME
How I feel.
Filomena Nov 2018
CQD
S.O.S.
we're in distress
require immediate assistance.

Come quick as you can
tell your captain, Old Man
and pardon my insistence.

We're sinking fast
our ship won't last
despite our best resistance.

But as long as she floats
get ready your boats
to salvage our existence.

C.Q.D.
please talk to me
as it is, we aren't left much persistence.
//In Morse shorthand, CQD meant "To all stations, Distress".
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