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I had a photo of her
A picture truly priceless
Her face usually so clear
Now because of tears it´s just a blur

Ive treasured this photo for a while
But now its ripped up on the floor
And soaking up my falling tears
For no more will your phone number be dialed
‪I am the flower that is being drown by rain today and‬
‪I wonder if I will breathe again‬
I am fragile and I shake w each roll of thunder

‪The night retires and my petals are drenched ‬
‪heavy from the weight of the water and ‬
‪the ground I stand in is not firm‬

‪the sun has come out ‬
‪I am new and nourished ‬
‪I have soaked up the storm and‬
‪I am a stronger form than I was ‬
‪The day before‬

‪- a flower that feels like she's drowning every time it rains‬
m.d
Hope Strength Love Selflove Flower Flowers strong
I have lived days where
I loved feeling like a victim.
Where  sympathy of others felt so good.
Because I know I was wrong all the way long
Above all the  warnings and words of concerns
I had sung my own carefree songs.
These are the hands that will guide you to greatness,
These are the hands that will stay through the years,
These are the hands that will celebrate good times,
And these are the hands that will wipe away tears.

These are the hands that will love you forever;
When you are weak they will help you feel strong,
And, right now, since these hands are entwined together
These hands are precisely where they belong
Recently I was asked to write and perform a hand-binding wedding ceremony for two of the loveliest people I know while I was dressed as a dragon. It's definitely one of the best things I've ever done, and I doubt I'll ever do anything like it again! This is the poem I wrote for the special moment.
I will be strong
As a mountain
Unmovable
Untouchable.

I will have days
Where I will crumble
Erode on the surface
Fall into a landslide,
But my core will stand
Etched into the earth.

The strongest of storms
Of winds
Of rain
May leave scars and change my shape,
But they will not bring me to the ground.

When the earth rumbles and quakes,
You will see me peek above the clouds
Standing tall
And standing proud.
Chipping at the icicle bars
of the frigid prison that I've
locked myself into- self carved
keys hang upon a hook
too high to reach.
Puffs of warm air escapes
only to convert into
clouds of toxic smoke
that returns with clawed
paws
already gripping my neck
until salty drips of
weakness rolls
down my cheeks.
Piles of chaos scattered around,
undone
yet building constantly.
Blurred figures, strangers
yet somewhat recognisable,
slam at the shattered door
bearing a plethora of weapons.
Their throws are accurate,
the anticipated pain
lost in the
numbness.
Warm blood coats
the fragile interior;
all of which projects
an illusion that screams
Warrior.
You are never alone, my poems are all written when I possess powerful feelings that need to be expressed and reflected upon. As a Warrior myself, it's okay not to be always okay- it's okay to feel happy and sad.
Brynn S 2d
Those dark cold nights
The ones I held so dear
They dissipate as ends prove near
I was always blind
I fled from the silence
I ran to false profits
Those who gave me solace
A woman of straightedge
Narrowed by the path
Now holding fire
breath in the wrath
Lost in the found
I am poison
Fleeting through time
The hours conclude
The rasping grind
Run to the roses
For the thrones pierced your eyes
Darling of nature
Watch as all lies

With two eyes absent the third appears
Isaac 2d
Compared to most creatures,
Our life on Earth is long.
The question is will we
Live full and finish strong?
Written 12 November 2018
I forgot what “happy” feels like,
The sun and moon drifted away,
Left in the darkness, lost all my hope struggling to turn on the light.
I scream for a new beginning,
Walking down a lonely dirt path in reverse
No one, can hear my pain.
Lord knows, I’m tired of feeling this way.
They told me, Love is beautiful
  Three years with my eyes dried out,
Numbness is nothing but a wicked potion.
All of my emotions,
Removed.
Only thing that is left is my spirit, hanging on that thin thread.
"Happy"
Is
Somewhere.

                                  ­                                           ©MH
Love is powerful, please don't take it for granted. I believe people should show more love in this crazy world. Make sure anyone you love, know that you love that person. It can heal a thousand lives, in that one life. Comment if you would like, thank you for reading.
I took my clothes off
Along with my soul
And threw them
In the dark
I dropped my body
Somewhere in the void
I felt my body cracking away
I heard my soul screaming
From the darkest place
It was me that wasn't
Letting me go
It was my brain that surrendered
It was my heart that died
I went back to the dark corner
Where my home was
I wore my soul back
My clothes kissed those
Fingerprints upon my body
My body kissed my broken soul
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