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walkin' through school with one goal in mind
get past everyone
I dont want them to see me.
Make fun,
spam me with ugly emails.
I hate the way I look enough,
my face isn't exactly handsome,
my body is not in shape,
and I do not have a six pack.
Girls look away,
as if they are trying to avoid disease.
My heart breaks further.
I wish
people would love me for me
I feel so ugly,
I just wish someone would tell me I'm not
I still wait...
There isn't a feeling quite like envy.
I envy those guys
stretched all over their bae,
having the time of his life,
while I sit back,
looking to my side
to see no one there
Life *****,
so do people
Will they ever change?
And love me
*for who I am inside?
For everyone who has judged me, looked away from me (mostly girls)
 May 2016 Tom Blake
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the Gulls gather to roost home from the sea
a swirling screeching chorus before they rest for the night
old friends of five shared summers long I welcome their song
and the songs they inspire year on year on year.
Down the shore where the sea meets our feet old shipwrecks sunk down deep from the first and second world war give up their coal.
In the graveyard up the road laid to rest are mariners of every colour and creed all neatly in row upon row even Chinese who would have been employed to do the washing on the battleships.
And you wonder did the ancestors of the Gulls sing for them each night
all dead now in a land beyond the sea the land we are all headed for each and everyone who stands on this shore listening to the Gulls singing their haunting evening songs.
I'm sorry if you don't agree
I'm sorry if my words don't please
But take a closer look, you'll see
I write for me
⊙~⊙~⊙~⊙~⊙
Beneath my covers in the
dark of night,
I felt pulled tight.  
My pajamas and
underthings finding all
the wrong places.

At my time of change,
I was gifted a bed.
I felt freedom.
A space of my own, finally alone.
The eldest, released from the pack.

Revelation of delight,
naked under soft sheets.
I felt the coolness.
My skin alive, fresh from a
warm bath. Feet wrapped safe,
deep within layers.

The Dreams came then...
I felt their calling.
Whispers beckoning me
into flight,
to float above,
observe my simple beauty

Gently slipping towards the galaxy,
I felt no weight.
Nebula's Helix, Saturn and Orion,
their colors became the
pallet of My mind.

Able to soar with the eagles,
into the depths of the oceans.
The whales called for me to follow.

Walking within the beam of
light, I felt warmth.
Crystalline aquifers quenched
my thirst. Grounding  me to the
center of our Earth.

Of an age now,
that comfort has settled in,
I feel whole within.
Naked with my soul.

The sheets still cool
after a long warm bath.

⊙~⊙~⊙~⊙~⊙


Copyright © May 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Revelation of Delight
Remembering to Remember #2
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your absence
a black board
a white chalk
that clashes
and chills

your absence
an interference
on the radio
a jarring noise
that covers the music

your absence
an interrupted signal
heart
brain
a flat line
Keep me in your prayers soon hopefully I shall be feeling better love you all in Christ.
Death is down the street
Wonder if we'll meet

Death is in my yard
Looking very hard

Death is at my window
Feel like I'm in limbo

Death is at my door
Checking the score

Death is in my room
I can smell his perfume

Death took my hand
Swept me off to his glorious land
You carry with you a blackened sky
Not everyone can see it, but it's in your eyes
It's in the very heart of your being
I hear the sorrowful song your singing
You hide it well
Your personal hell
But I have my own, I can tell
I can feel your pain's tide ebb and swell
It threatens to pull you under
I too hear that thunder
We are creatures connected by darkness
The beast of Hell have marked us
You try to hide this from the world
As your life spirals and whirls
It's exhausting, I know for a fact
For everday your taken aback
Living life under that blackened sky
You can hide it, except from your eyes
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