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 Apr 2017 Et cetera
Colm
Clouded Fly
 Apr 2017 Et cetera
Colm
The clouds racing across the sky
Remind me that my chance to live
My window into this varied life
Is rather short-lived
And that one day, as I certainly know
I'll be able to fly across the sky
Beside the clouds
But never high enough to look down
At least with this particular set of eyes
Can't wait...
 Apr 2017 Et cetera
Bianca Reyes
She trapped herself in small worlds
In her search for big dreams
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All rights reserved
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 Apr 2017 Et cetera
Nylee
Insecurity
 Apr 2017 Et cetera
Nylee
The light flickers in my head ,
The idea comes and goes out ,
But none of them will be much help ,
Because I feed all my doubts
And I do not have the support
I do not see much positive scope
There is nothing good there
I feel I am tied to a single rope
And there is no one to care
Insecurity has power over me
Says that I will never be good enough
It leads to nothing but misery
For I do hear all that stuff
Stop to breathe.
Let each moment count,
Let every heartbeat shake you,
Spend your time in gardens of roses,
Coffee shops, rooms with fading books:
Spend moments chasing hours that
Will never return.
2. Love yourself.
You cannot pour from an empty glass;
You cannot give from an empty self.
Don't wait around for those who say,
"I'll love you when you're whole," or
"I can fix all of you that is broken."
Do not believe that you are broken.
3. Love your neighbors.
Not because any man commands it;
Love your neighbors because they are trying.
And so are you.
Like them, you cannot grow without love.
Like them, you are always able to give more love.
4. It's okay to leave when they hurt you.
It's okay to go, okay to withhold forgiveness.
Some wounds don't heal.
Your worth is not based upon how well you heal.
Time has a way of teaching you,
Giving, in pain, the lessons you must learn.
5. Repeat.
You are never done.
You are never too far gone.
You will be okay.
You will love again soon.
I believe in you.

Edit (2018) - this isn't even a poem but this is some TEA
My heart is a broken compass.
Constantly whirling,
Lost, in a constant battle with gravity.
Spinning in search for north,
But always finding itself trapped
And staring into the east of your eyes instead.
Ending up looking at the sunrise isn't the worst thing in the world though
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