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Blossom Feb 2018
Sympathy
And
Empathy
To Me
Was as Confusing
As being Forced
To Spew
Fake Apologies
For a long time I didn't understand empathy, life was survival of the fittest and empathy/sympathy had no place
Blossom Feb 2018
I've always had a friend
Who is easily
More

Intelligent
Elegant

Beautiful
Plentiful

Optimistic
Feministic

Than me.
But that's cool
Because we're all
Snowflakes in the end.
  Feb 2018 Blossom
Eric the Red
The truth about poets
Is
They’re not all alike
Some are derelicts
Scalawags
Lovers
Sisters
Some say they’re writers
Instead of Poet
For they know what that puts
Into the minds of others
Romantic
Lethargic
Gypsy
Some will never write novels
Poems are their Ulysses
Their ‘Love in the Time Of Cholera
Some are sad
Withdrawn
Choose to live there
While some poets
Use their words
To claw their way out
Some have fallen out of love
&
Want someone
ANYONE
to listen
While some have fallen in
the deepest ocean
&
Want to tell the world
What this man
This woman
Means to them

Most write their verses
Alone
Some at midnight
Some at sunrise
Some with coffee
Most with bottles

Most will never see the reaction
Of many
Will never hear
‘I like that...’

And most don’t want to be famous
Or sometimes heard
We
Just want to be
Ourselves
Blossom Feb 2018
Oh how I miss
U
Though I know we placed
U
In a merry-go-round of emotion
Nauseous, bright emotion
That spun your mind
And killed your thoughts
In a confusing array of details
We wish you all the best
Snow makes me emotional, and it's practically a blizzard today
Blossom Feb 2018
Bubbling kettle
Rising heat, Exploding steam
Drinking soulful tea
Tea over coffee
Wine over beer
Dogs over cats
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