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Be a sunflower.
Turn towards someone.
Help them.
Guide them.
Nurture them.
Your warm radiating energy will do.
Hug them.
For they need it.
 Jan 2021 winter sakuras
Emma
I know you.
Sometimes you say things, expecting that I won’t understand, and I think it’s strange because
I know you.
That’s what this is. I know you,
And I want you,
And I care about you
Anyway.
I want no one else.
You might not know me,
The stanchions you use to prop yourself up eating all that I have fed you,
In the darkness,
In the night,
But I know you.
And I want you anyway.
 Jan 2021 winter sakuras
Sandoval
She
looked for
love in
closed lips;
being deaf
to all the
rest calling
out
her name.

Sandoval
Why do we always love what we can’t have?... #D
By design, you put roof over me
By nature, I need the sun
 Jan 2021 winter sakuras
Humble
Dear me,
Don't just sit
Rise, and pursue greatness.

Don't just watch
Go after what you want.

Don't just exist
Strive and start living.

Don't just dream
Work hard and aim for success.

Don't get tired
Keep hiking until you get to the peak.
The flowers keep wilting,
For they know that you’ve gone.
They sing out their lonely, heartbroken song.

They long for your touch,
Attention,
And care,
Breathing your water,
They thirst for your air.

They live out the days,
In their milky white vase,
Murky water subsiding,
Reflecting your face.
I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.
Every day I go around the world and back
But I never leave my own head.
The thing I fear most,
And my greatest relief,
I'm averse to and crave my own death.

Ants crawling round in a nest of confusion.
Chaos and order;
Messy organization.
Spilling out my ears and onto my lap.
And my heart sinks as I realize I'm almost out of tissues and Raid.

Crisp day, sun shine;
Black death.
Birds chirp, leaves dance;
Despair.
Love blossomed, pleasure realized;
I dig my own grave another foot deeper.

What can stop this incessant ringing?
 Jan 2021 winter sakuras
Jaxey
numb
 Jan 2021 winter sakuras
Jaxey
They say pain
makes poetry
so I wondered why
I hadn't been writing
then I remembered
pain is not what I'm feeling
it's what I'm yearning
in all this feeling
of numb
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