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  Jul 8 The Foodie One
Dency
It went quiet
Not because it gave up
Bt because it was saving me.

It felt too much
So it chose silence
Over shuttering.

It held the storm
Behind closed doors
So I could keep breathing.

It's not numb
Just protecting
What's still healing
There’s a
flaring Beast
in my gut today
And it screams
for things
I must Not say

“If you Want
to make her Stay
don’t just watch
as she flies away”

I would like
to be as Brave
as the flaring Beast
I shut away.
© 03/07/2025
1233

Had I not seen the Sun
I could have borne the shade
But Light a newer Wilderness
My Wilderness has made—
  Jun 2023 The Foodie One
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
  Aug 2022 The Foodie One
Luna
How to become a poet:
Let someone rip your soul apart.
And in the need of mending ,
You will replace it with words.
The Foodie One Mar 2022
I am Frozen
- Still -
in Space

Trapped between
solid Waters
and biting Winds,

All I ever
wished for
were some Wings.
© 07/01/2022
  Mar 2022 The Foodie One
Aishu
If you
experience pain,
make a diamond
out of it.
Make use of your pain
to create something beautiful.
Turn your pain into art.
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