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I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song
My woven whispers ****** ways and words
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong
Be part of an inner circle and be heard

Write with me, no lines will be false or blurred
Together we will create and be strong
There’s no need for pleasure to be deferred
I am the Poet, hear my siren’s song

I have been sad and alone way too long
Belonging together is most preferred
Creating brings joy, won’t you come along?
My woven whispers ****** ways and words

Take a chance and your senses will be stirred
Part of our circle, not lost in the throng
We are more together, grace is conferred
Mesmerizing, you will feel you belong

All ideas are welcomed, no thought is wrong
Just know this; your spirit won’t be interred
May our venture be successful and long
Be part of an inner circle and be heard
I am the Poet

krs
July 21, 2015
something new and different
my sadness feels like
i'm swallowing sea water -
every gulp down my throat is a step closer to
dehydration
sinking to the bottom
no flotation
lacking foundation
my sadness feels like
vomiting frustrations
stagnation -
my sadness feels like stagnation.
sensations of vibrations
surround me but do not reach
my hands
or any part of me for that matter.
I see it -
i know its there
the energy is flowing in the air
a devious glare - i swear
i stare
and stay aware that this
illness
does more than impair - it's unfair , really.
My sadness feels like everything around me is dead -
i know its really in my head but
i look at the evening sky and see not
yellows and reds but
grays instead -
i used to imbed the colors into my
brain but lately its been filled with
tar - seeping into unhealed scars
its making a home here -
till i disappear
its not just me it's "we're" that's here -
its overstayed its welcome.
My sadness feels like a man putting his feet on my
coffee table.
My sadness feels like an empty chest -
one that rots with dust and
human rust it
echoes and howls when opened -
like its terrified of its urge to leave.
My sadness feels like a parasite that *****
until it falls but
it doesn't fall -
only crawls
through the hollow parts of me
and creates substance.
My sadness feels like accepting to drown.
I've fallen hopelessly in love with self destruction.
Every warning I hear is a cheer.
Send my regards to redemption
Cause my destiny has been written on a block of cement
Tossed into the bluest depths
I'll greet rock bottom with a kiss
 Jul 2015 William L Holloway
Pax

To the world,
I share my words.
Expressed in verses
through Rhymes & Rhythm
It bleeds my life
as I unload my burdens.

I thank those who understand,
who cares to read
and relate
to the art of expressing
Yourself.

this is a little thank you note to all my friends who reads my scribbles.
i wanted to tell you i loved you,
but the butterflies in my stomach swarmed my throat, and all the words got caught in their wings
©rainecooper
So happy this was picked for the daily! Thank you all so much for your kind words and support of my writing. I appreciate it, truly.
Push harder!
Do better!
Study more!
You're supposed to be smart!
I'm trying...

You're so dumb!
This is simple!
You'll never understand!
Why are you even here?
I don't know...

Work harder!
Put some effort forth!
Why can't you do this?
I thought you were trying!
I just can't anymore...

You're gonna fail!
You'll never make it!
Why don't you just leave?
You're too stupid for this!
I know...

No one likes you just leave!!!!
*Fine
This was just to get some feelings out. I'm a little stressed so...........
I thought I had knew
who I wanted you to be,
turns out I didn't have a clue,
till you appeared before me.

I've watched too many shows,
they gave me false impressions.
I've had too many blows,
I've lost all my expectations.

I focused on the wrong things,
they distracted me away.
The promises of love they say,
I fell to their prey.

I thought I had lost,
But I actually gained.
What I had learnt,
was worth all that pain.

I learnt that I'd been shallow,
and that I didn't look deep,
deep into the heart and soul,
the things that I could keep.

And now I won't be fooled again,
I won't let you go.
I know a man of character,
is precious as fine gold.

Through the years of refining,
still he will remain,
older than before,
better than before,
and by my side, he'll stay.
This poem speaks of how my expectations started to shift more towards focusing on what's inside than outside, and my journey through my immature and shallow dating days of the past.

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