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Lying in the shade of a tree
leaves above guarding
brittle bark, unbroken base
standing solid, a solitary sentry
surveying
Signalling safety to the seekers of sanctum
They search in vain across scorched desert plains
for a sign of the last tree
 Jan 2019 sheila sharpe
Carla
You miss a meal,
Then it turns to two,
A day passes,
And no one notices you.

Craving nutrition,
There goes a week,
Those many hours,
Longing for something to eat.

Using the same excuse,
"I'm not hungry, I just ate,"
The numbers keep dropping,
Was sixty-three, now fifty-eight.

You can't go back,
People are noticing you,
They say you should eat, and you say,
"You have something better to do."

It's harder than you think,
Just leave me alone!
Stop telling me to eat and drink!
If I need you, I can find my phone.
This poem is about an eating disorder, it’s dangerous and those that have it can be greatly effected. Not only them, but those around them as well.
I change my shoes and attitude
Some say I hate surprises
Desiring things to stay the same
Anxiety arises

Change a job, a change in age
Change your view or change your tone
The Age of Aquarius turned the page
To change your tune-you’re not alone

Do I fight the change, ignite the change
The change I fear, so hard so cruel
You can win a war yet take the blame
When Yin and Yang begin to duel

Like loose change dropped in a jar
Changing partners, changing clothes
Change my house and buy that car
Bless the highs but curse the lows

Pain and Joy, so intertwined
A change of heart, a change of flight
Accepting wisdom, change my mind
A shift to the left, the change feels right

The change I see, or don’t see comin’
I move in a different direction
Confidently whistling and hummin’  
Too late upon closer inspection

Change for the better or change can ****
Lead in the water has been unfurled
Change means growth-you cannot stand still
Change your position and change the world
Thinking of David Bowie and his song, Changes
 Jan 2019 sheila sharpe
Kalyopée
Try to sleep
Close your eyes
So the monsters won't eat
What's left of your lies

Push away the shadows
With the torch of your dreams
Break your heart before it blows
And fire against the victims

When you sleep your brain is dead
Stop thinking
Go to bed
And everything will be better in the morning.
Hey this poem is about depression and mental illness (I have one myself) so if you need or just want to talk I am here
We walk
We march
We fight
A way to the path of life

We eat
We sleep
We repeat
A way to survive

We speak
We say
We talk
A way to process

We sleep
We speak
We walk
The path of life to process how we survive
i don't sound like you
with your fancy words
and your smooth tone

i don't think like you
if i did i don't think
i would feel this alone

i don't dream like you
i chose an existence
that is founded on what i know

i don't listen like you
background conversations
send me into overload

i don't you like you
because i am me
and i am my own
i still feel like kind of an outsider on here and that is weird, but that is not what this about necessarily. it is about not feeling like enough in anyway, but somehow justifying that by saying we were all made to be different anyway.
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