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 May 2017 JL Davis
Aidan A
Learn to love,
Yourself before
You learn to love
Somebody else

And be the love
You feel and not
The love that
You would sell

In flaw, calls change
If will remains -
In fear,
Find strength yet again

Don't reach for those
Who let the door close
You'll meet them
Once again
In the end

Find yourself,
And find the friends
Who made you,
Who you are again

Love and feel,
Or hate and repeal
But act on just
What is real

Be and let be,
Leave memory
But more importantly
Make yourself free

And none had you lost,
But all could see
None made you fall,
As did she

Rise like before,
As love does adore
The soul that would try
Just once more

Learn to love
Yourself before
You learn to love
Somebody else

Live, dont regret
Don't forget
Who you are
Ready,
Get set,
You will go far.
If your words
have the spark
to burn away
the rudimentary thoughts
and aflame the irrational nights
for even a single reader

then it was worth
to spend years
to become a pyromancer
of words that lights
the lives
How wonderful,
It would be,
If I were,
A canary.

Singing melodies,
Til the fading light,
And pondering,
The stars at night.

And to be loved?
To be adored!
A little care
i could afford.

I wish my days
Were filled with dreams,
Lazy rays
of sunshine beams.

How wonderful
this life must be,
A birdies world
is so carefree.

But what is this?
A darker side?
No place to go
When I need to hide?

When my only home
Is an endless stage,
A performance behind,
The bars of my cage.

Tired and anxious,
Daylight goes dim,
Another sleepless
Night begins.

Wondering if
Ill ever be free,
From the prison thats
surrounding me.

In the blink of an eye
Morning comes pink.
Maybe im more like
a canary than i think.
 May 2017 JL Davis
archwolf-angel
Lost kisses
But lips still locked tight

Hands separated
But still firmly intertwined

Inaudible whispers
But confessions loudly heard

Two beings
But connected like one
 May 2017 JL Davis
August
Growing
 May 2017 JL Davis
August
I am not an empty vase for you to collect your dead flowers in.
Amara Pendergraft 2017
On cracked pavement
I walk,
slow and
cautious,
fearful
of falling,

of having to
pick myself up
again.
 May 2017 JL Davis
Poetic T
I have looked in the reflection of self, so many versions
I have seen reflected upon this tapestry of illusions.

I have never seen the self that is portrayed on this portrait,
I have lingered in the brushstrokes that are eloquently hidden.

I have been damaged like a crack that is never seen within,
I have tried to be strong but I'm lingering in a false reflection.
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