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That faith was all I had.

-Melanie Munoz
11 a.m. sun like a laughter.
You steal a glance from the window,
But get stuck and you do not want to go away.
It will be a wonderful day
Just wait and see.
Burning leaves…
Laughing trees…
Uninstalling
forever falling
and now
I'm floating free.
There’s this winding path inside
that calls to us all
a simple dirt road that beckons
‘round an unseen corner
not knowing where it may lead
we must follow it
we must roll up our pants
and kick up the dust
leave behind our dignity
and dive headfirst into the mud
feeling the tendrils of an unknown future
tug at our spirits
we must follow it
so as to keep our souls within our bodies
i am not here
i am standing over there
i am not visible
i am in plain sight
i am not existent
i am on the floor
i am not normal
i am empty
I wish to be forgotten,
Let time wash over any memories that you have left of me.
For my name to slip through the cracks of your memory,
Unnoticed, like a whisper lost in the wind.

Let the weight of what we were vanish from your heart and mind.
The moments we shared - the laughter, the silence,
Let them blur together so they can be washed away altogether.

Let me fade,
Into nothing at all.
(c)rbarker
The
poet nods
The
writer writes
The
reader reads
Time
ignites
the
UNHEARD
and
UNSEEN
just gained
SIGHT
.
Ofcourse I know the title are weird
or
perhaps
it's
a sign of the times :)
✌️&1❤️
.
what if I'm so anxious
because I'm focusing on all the things
I'll say goodbye to
when I could be thinking about
all the things I'll say hello to
I'm saying goodbye to lots of things
but I'm saying hello to even more
yes, I'm a poet
and I'm proud of it too
but reality sinks in letting me wallow in self-pity
I'll always be the poet
never a poem
I'll write about their eyes
their laugh
their perfect imperfections
but no one will capture my laugh
my smile
my beautiful flaws
I will always be a poet
but never a poem
I will write about beauty and grace
about love and heartache
but no one will turn me into a poem
I am stuck giving people words
and never getting any in return
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