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There was black coming out slowly over my face

Actual words and sentences
A small picture of a smiley face


I involuntarily grinned back
Adding a black mole
- or was it a dimple?
- to the face



I write the things I am happy for
Because I lack people to be happy for



I think a bit more
And add in names of people I should probably talk to


'I will get around to talking to them eventually,'
I think now.
I hope I still do later.


I write some equations and mathematics reminders
- they make me feel peaceful


The universe calls out it is 4 AM

I hear the birds sing.



It's nearly dawn
- and my eyes smile back.
I was scared that my poetry would suffer as I was lifted from depression but here's to the creative process that can stand anything.

I have heard that "We accept the love we think we deserve," so I am going to try to start accepting love, even in small ways. This is literally a shout-out to all the people who have been leaving positivity everywhere on this site, in my life. I am going to rebuild my strength. That starts with seeing that even in my loneliness, there is joy and even with my joy, there is sadness, and accepting their duality.

Thank you to those people like Ketoma Rose, belleb, wolf spirit, Pradip C, Izshe, Olivia Kent, K Bala, Rai, Nik Bland, Timothy and so so many brilliant poets out there who remind me that there's strength in me still. And woah! I know I am missing out like a wholeeee load more, but that's pretty much all I am going to type in. Just know your sentiments are wholly and fully appreciated and that I go back to read some works and all comments at least once a week or when I'm feeling really low or something.

Also, this does not mean my sad poems go away. They'll still be here by the truck-load but I'll pitch a happy one in from time to time on this stupid long journey I've decided to undertake. Anyway, I hope the poets I mentioned see this or I am going to feel really stupid. Oh well. Sentiment still remains.
I don't know whether to
love it
or hate it

- that brief lull
at 2:33 AM

no birds twittering around

engines still approaching
too far to be heard

the buzz of electronics
nonexistent


except for the ticking of the clock


the slow drumming driving me crazy



I think I can hear the roar of a thousand regrets in my ears

my head resounds with ghosts




.
the dark ceiling offers no escape
  Feb 2015 The Anonymous Joker
MereCat
Lay not your glass slippers
Upon the stairs
For I am too infatuated
With the stars
To chase a girl
Who runs from them.
she does everything
the same way
every single
******* day

waiting for the time
when she has
enough power
enough love
just enough
to make a difference
Believe you me


The smell of antiseptic sticks to my skin

My sleeve and skin are pushed back
Letting the sinew of my bloodline breathe













I would not have lasted this night

I do not think I could have lasted last night









But I remember a blip and pixel
As another continent came alive on my screen

And my friend waved out to me behind her hipster scarf
Telling me it's okay to cry







Believe you me

That last night left a lasting impression
And I would not have made it through alive





If that friend had not been wakened by the ringing of her phone

Had she not proclaimed like it was fact


That I will be living at sixty and fifty and forty







Believe you me
I found something precious last night

- I regained my strength.
We generally condemn technology but really, this night has left me with a new appreciation for it.

I was in a bad state. I needed help and there wasn't much to be found. But I found it nonetheless and I think for the first time in a long time, that I'll do okay again.
"I am all pieces that don't fit
But with you
I don't realize it."*

That's all I have ever wanted to be able to say
And meant
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