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SophiaAtlas Nov 2020
How do you live with yourself?
Paul Goring Jul 2011
For Sheri and Russ


the thing about love is
that you cannot plan it
or describe it
or put it into words

the thing about love is
that you cannot own it
or possess it
or keep it for yourself

the thing about love is
that you can’t predict it
or restrict it
or make it play to rules

the thing about love is
that you cannot seek it
or borrow it
or put it in a cage

the thing about love is
that you cannot paint it
or write it
or describe it in a verse

the thing about love is
that you can’t demand it
or supply it
or find it in a dream

the thing about love is
that you can’t practice it
or teach it
or know it inside out

the thing about love is
you cannot master it
or limit it
or make it sit quite still

the thing about love is
that you can’t ignore it
or expect it
or deserve its warm embrace

the thing about love is
that you can’t bottle it
or label it
or place it on a shelf

the thing about love is
that when you find it
you'll know it
and you’ll recognise its face
Lauren C Oct 2014
I didn't fall in love, I crashed into it in a burning ball of flames and tears and happiness and a pre-broken heart that continued to shatter with each hug and each sleepover and each lie because it wasn't even the first time lies had been told through a fake smile and white teeth which was even harder and I really have started to believe there aren't any decent men since I really haven't had anyone to prove me wrong even though there are good men in my life I just have no reason to take them into account and I think that is sad that one man started such distrust and another one continued it and I'm waiting for the man to give me a reason to trust again and I was hoping I could find that in you but WOW YOU REALLY PROVED ME WRONG AND MY HEART JUST CONTINUES TO BREAK so thank you for that and goodnight I'll see you at Sheri's
um this is my first poem so here you go idrk
Sheri Harrington Nov 2014
Shhh,
Whispered from your very own lips
To quiet your very own emotions
For your brother might wake if you don't
Quiet, for they might hear your thoughts
Don't think
Don't move

She
Used to look at you,
In that way that possessed you
That frightened you
That took hold of you and caressed you.
That captivated and enlightened you.
A drug, you could say,
She,
Was a drug.

E..
Enough? Nonsense.
Elude, as usual, all of your
Desires, guilty pleasures.
For what are they?
Past times?
Missed opportunities?
Lost fantasies?

Air
You felt it on your skin
Swimming through your every strand of hair
Injecting lotus streams through your conscience.
Finding their way to that place you know
Or used to know?
A dream perhaps,
A past life?
What is that room you see
When the air meets you again
The room that returns in your head like a memory
And you think
"When have I been there?
Why do I only feel this when the air runs through me?"

Share
The memories you hold
So dear to you
Or throw them away?
What, now, is the best choice?
Have you forgotten that it's not all about you?

E-
Estranged beliefs
The ignorant bliss of
Refusing to acknowledge.
Entities that appear as old friends.
Old?
...
Friends?
Escape your mind for a while
Relax in your arms

Sheri
I remember you.
I remember your walls breaking for the first time
I remember your darkest, most selfish moments.
I remember your most pathetic and manipulative guilt trips.
I remember your break down, your turning point.
I remember your effort.
I remember your improvement.
I remember your achievements.
I know you.
Thank you
For letting me know you
Johnny C Nov 2014
My girl kneels to talk to the bugs,
Crawling up the screen door,
Sweet, serious brown eyes,
She observes,
Just like me… Sees like me,
Poor Sheri…
Sheri May 2021
"Humanity is defined... Treating Humans as Humans... Being Human is given ...Why keeping Humanity as CHOICE.... But not as  obligation or imposition ...  Are we defining Humanity as universality or as locality?...No..NO equality in Humanity But equality in unequality...****** is something comes before punishment...BUT in Palestine it comes before another ******...What could be done?...What has been done?...No ,Not,Nothing...What left for us? PRAY,PRAY ,PRAY...For what...For ****** to be called as ******...
"sheri"
Sherilin Feb 2020
Life occurs and I get sidetracked
New wounds form and I feel Setback
Yet, I always come back to the path I know best It’s the endless road
I call happiness
I might lack seeing the beauty I hold Or gracefully accept the compliments I’m told
Yet, I always know when I truly assess
My worth is more valuable than an abundance of gold
It seams at times I need life’s permission
Before I can proceed with my own mission
Yet, nothing can stop me from fulfilling my dreams
So Current be ready, I flow only upstream

~ Sheri Salvador Hayes
Sheryl Hayes, If Life Was Made On Canvas

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