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George Krokos Mar 2020
Be brave oh my soul,
be very diligent and brave,
draw on the strength and intelligence
that the Lord God to you gave.
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Written a few years ago.
Cardboard-Jones Mar 2020
A brand new morning
The same old feelings,
I have to face the day.
Put on a good show,
Put on a great display.
It’s so cliche.
I don’t know how to say
That I’m not okay.

I’m falling apart now,
Fading away.
New moments keep coming,
Old feelings stay.
I need you to lean on,
I can’t stand today.
I don’t wanna sprint through this,
I just need to keep pace.
Nicole Feb 2020
We're walking hand in hand
My partner and I
Following a paved path through the park
Our feet sink a little deeper in each step
As we cross into dewy grass
As I lay out our rainbow blanket
6 feet from water's edge
I'm lost in my own thoughts
So much so that I don't even notice
When you've stood up and
Walked to the water's edge
I only notice when I hear the water splash
You're already waist-deep when I reach the edge
"What are you doing?"
I yell and you simply stare at me with a smile in your eyes
Your arm extends and your fingertips beckon
You want me to join you
My mind starts spinning with excuses
I'm wearing jeans so the water would feel gross
I can't leave our things unattended
It's chilly today, we could get sick
There could be sharks in the water
You don't hear any of it
As you sink further into the cerulean abyss
Suddenly I am aware of my best friend
They're by your side and you both look happy
They reach their arms out to me too
I feel so alone on the shore
Yet my mind keeps feeding me reasons
To avoid taking the plunge
I rub my eyes and run my hands through my greasy hair
I look back up and now the animals have joined you
My sweet kittens and the brown dog
Very rapidly, everyone I care about
Emerges from the depths
My mom and her partner
My high school best friend
My college best friend
All of their arms outstretched towards me
The panic sets in as I lean over the edge
My own face reflects back at me
The image shimmers as tears fall into the water
My face remains entirely dry
As my reflection continues to cry
I don't understand
My loved ones continue to reach for me
So many arms aimed in my direction
It feels extremely threatening
Yet I know they're there to catch me
I decide to join them and
I can't step over the edge
My body doesn’t want to give in
A running start doesn't help either
As my feet are glued to the grass
Anxiety shocks all of my limbs
I feel so alone
I feel so scared
I am so close to where I want to be
But I'm still not there
I can see the path so clearly
I can see the safety net of my chosen family
And I still can't move
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
Not a finger shall I straighten
In my computation
As I recount my lamentation
At the havoc that you wrought
No calculator needed
As I reconcile my thesis
Such low number needs no genius
Nor exertion of my thought
For such a pitiable sum
Is understood by deaf and dumb
Neither finger nor my thumb
Nor mathematics bureau
Should be dispatched to this cause
In simple algebraic laws
With your love so full of flaws
My counting is rested now at zero
I originally started this poem as a "woe is me" following a pretty bad breakup (yes, guys, I know I have a lot of them as evidenced by my poetry).  However, this became such a fun rhymescape that reminded me of a positive and playful version of Poe's most famous poem about a raven.  Hope you enjoy and hope everyone finds time to laugh after sad times.
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
Every second ticks by
Slow as you wait
For news hard to swallow
Minutes drift like fog
Making futures appear dismal
Too much time to self-reflect
Waiting for that news
Seated in a hospital bedside
I know that almost everyone has experienced this and I wish no one had to go through it.  Each little second seems an eternity when you are waiting for what can only be bad news.
maXiminima Feb 2020
Every sunrise we receive is a chance,
to find the purpose of our existence,
the opportunity to stand amidst the burden,
and to give life a chance to strive once again.

You may be running low throughout these days,
because your past left you wounded and scarce,
history has taken you into blinding darkness,
and the atmosphere had brought you jaw-nagging coldness.

I will be with you in the walk to reconstruct yourself over,
to regain the pieces that you tore up in building up others,
to help see your worth and feel not empty,
and prepare you to bounce up after fall and  shatter no more.

You are never a fantasy nor a surreal poetry in my mind,
You might be invisible to my sight at times,
but never intangible to my heart and soul,
Please help yourself to stay strong.
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
So many wonderful colors to choose
A rainbow palette
With brush set to task
Wondrous landscapes before me
Blackbirds upon golden willow bough
Green grass and ochre hills
With a scarlet setting sun
All these wonderful colors
Pale before you
And with you on my mind
The only color I see is blue
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
Wear your silly masks, make sure they are strapped
You wouldn't want them to fall off now
Cause no one wants the know the real you
Right?  
Who wants to bear our burdens
Hear the deepest of our anxieties and fears
Walk a mile in our painful shoes
And be held responsible for support
Best to keep on our masks and smile
Show everyone the light they want to see
Dance like puppets
Sing like sparrows
Bow and scrape
Curtsy and be pretty
But in our falsehoods, we are bearing darkness
In true friendships, we are bringing light
Let the mask slip from your face
To reveal freckles and scars
Different colored eyes filled with warmth
Surround yourself in light
Let the darkness of your masks fall off
Surround yourself in friendship
Always
I wasn't originally going to share this work.  It's less of a poem and more of an incomplete poetic rambling.  I've sat and stared at this for hours wondering how to change it.  It just never seems to make any more or less sense than it does in this imperfect form.  Just be real with each other and stop hiding behind your masks.  Much love.
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