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Oscar Sep 2019
life isn't a poem;
you don't choose to
stop
or start or
pick up where you left.
we do not hold the remote
or the pen
or the rope.
we hold on and we travel
with the wind.
Starry Sep 2019
Hey squashhead
See that blood on your lip
It's not from a fight
It from a fight you
Are going to have
With cancer
A fight
You mostly not win
If you keep on freaking smoking
That blood is from your damaged longs
Steve Page Aug 2019
A pause
A choice of disconnection
An examination of options
An opportunity to change direction

An opening
An invitation for interruption
A deliberate contemplation
A much needed punctuation

A calming
A stilling
A waiting
A hearing

A surrender
A release
A long deep breath
And unexpected peace
Proverbs 8:34
34 Blessed are those who listen to me, watching daily at my doors, waiting at my doorway.
Luke 10:39
39 She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said.
Philippians 4:7-8
And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.... whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.
Bhill Aug 2019
Nature has it's wants
Wants what it wants when it wants
What is it missing

I believe it's missing love
I believe it's forgotten
I believe it can be saved

Listen to nature
It is telling us to stop
Stop, smell, view, and learn

Respect her wishes
She will be here long after
Let's not let her down

Brian Hill - 2019 # 220
Do you hear her call
M H John Aug 2019
i stayed until midnight
standing at the bus stop
waiting to go to the airport
to the board the plane
to the moon

because i heard
it doesn’t shine as bright

now that it has you
Christine Aug 2019
I need a saving,
From the person
I am drowning.
I love him,
But he can’t love me
The way I love him.
I don’t want to be regretful, but thoughts are keep coming. My trust issues are growing, I can’t make someone to love me the way I want to be loved. Can someone save me?
B D Caissie Aug 2019
If a flower blossoms at the edge of a forest and no one stops to admire it... Is it still beautiful?
Clay Face Aug 2019
Feel me

Branch out

You live

Apathetically

You’re a charlatan

Who dwells

One sidedly

Dark sidedly

Think you spew vitriolic criticism

Just abysmal blabber

You’re like an infant without wonder

You’re a void for joyousness

You’re incontinent of your blabber

Of your verbal feces

And vile thoughts

Read the room

We’re sick of your ****

The only depth you have

Is how low you make everyone

You’re so dismal

Break free

From your own restraints

And you can scintillate

Beauty can always root

Where horridness once dwelled
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