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 Apr 2018 unnamed
Her
The Letters
 Apr 2018 unnamed
Her
i gave you
your two letters
two days ago

the letters
that explained
everything

how you
simply made me trust
how you
simply made me feel
how you
simply were genuine

and now i have
not heard a single word
from you

and i
am on my own

once again
not surprised i guess
 Apr 2018 unnamed
Her
The Gray Area
 Apr 2018 unnamed
Her
So many people these days
continue life in the gray area

we are too afraid
to use the voice we were born with
the voice that we have every right to
we are too afraid
to feel the emotions we were born with
the emotions that we have every right to

we sit in this gray area
and waste life away
watching life pass us by
as we become soulless corpses
too afraid to move or speak

but

why are we afraid
of using the two things
we were naturally born with
why are we afraid
to speak up
to feel emotions

use your voice
feel your emotions

tell your friend they hurt you
tell that boy or girl how you feel
tell that person you don't like that

as a human being on this earth
you are given every right
to your voice
and
your emotions

use them
get out of the gray area
 Apr 2018 unnamed
Patricia LeDuc
The Bipolar Bandit comes
To take away my sanity
It wants to steal me away
To take me on a trip of madness
Drags me up above
Shows me things I don’t want to see
Is this really happening to me?

I can’t bare it
I start to cry
Oh no not again
I am crippled in panic

You blindfolded me
Just when I thought I could be free
You stole my life away you thief
Any happiness I have is tainted
You took away my joy
I can’t feel happiness or
Love for family and friends
I only feel anguish

You have ****** the life out of me
I can only look away
As you chuckle and say
“You can’t get away from me”
Struggling to keep my sanity
Wanting to restore me
To the person I used to be
9/30/16 revised 4/2/18
 Apr 2018 unnamed
Mary-Eliz
he doesn't seem
to mind
the shower

in fact, it seems
he glories
in the contrast
that his splendid feathers form
against the bleak
and somber sky

the drizzle
merely gives him
greater luster
a glistening
that
shows off
the one bright spot

in the dreary
winter rain
 Mar 2018 unnamed
Patricia LeDuc
Stop and think…
   About the need to drink

Right now…
   It depends on how low
     You want to sink

Maybe it’s not a problem
   Just yet…

It could easily
  Take control
     Blacken your soul

Stop now…
   Before it takes its toll

Just remember…

   In order to win
      In order to stop
         You need not begin
November 23rd 2003
Brought back to life
February 26th 2018
 Mar 2018 unnamed
LS
when a poet falls in love with you
you can never die
they will notice the way
you rub your palms and look down
when someone is angry at you
and the way you smirk
as you pull away from a kiss

they will notice how you can't sleep
without your body touching someone else's
how you never crease any pages of books
and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen
with your record player on

they will find all of the words
that they see you as
and turn them into something beautiful

people say you die twice
once when you stop breathing
and when someone says your name
for the last time

if you fall in love with a poet
they will never stop
mentioning your name
you will be alive
for eternity
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