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vern Jul 20
i judged myself so harshly
burying deep memories within the archive
forcing myself to forget who I was
and focus on who I could be
but who I was is a fragment of who I am
diving in the archives of my mind
i forgave my younger self for the mistakes
for i was a child and faults are a given
i relieve my childhood from the catacombs of the past
and move forward together
hand in hand as a whole
vern Dec 2020
thoughtless conversations with strangers
make my stomach churn deep down
am I now numb to love
empty flirts with unimportant figures
make a hole grow inside me
am I numb to love
tangling myself with haphazard acquaintances
leaves me walking home in the dark
am I now numb to love
my heart so craves the feeling of warmth
yet my thoughts wish to be alone
I wish to be free of this curse
free from being numb to love
idk i feel like I've never actually liked anyone and I don't know how to do relationships therefore I don't feel like I have ever loved anyone. Anyone else feel that way
vern Oct 2020
do not be foolish again
I whisper to the beating sound in my chest
pressed against my lungs once again
it tells me you've lost your breath
do not fall let yourself get trapped in the same chaos
its a repetitive motion you know too well
do not let your self fall for another and fall back from another
you do not know love
you never knew love
the obsessions you hold to  
the fantasies you build
let them all go at once
save yourself
do not be foolish again
my love life is tragic but in a funny rom com sort of way where the character should probably just focus on herself
vern Jul 2020
i pour my soul out
on paper to feel alive
but is that living?
a poorly written haiku about how I sometimes don't feel real
  May 2020 vern
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
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