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From A to BRelease from prison like a phoenix risen,
Focusing on what is and not what isn't,
Plant a new flag and grow a new nation,
An arsonists dream, crippled foundation,
The moon ignites what remains of my brain,
Still lost in the cosmos, fly on paper planes,
Son and a brother, three names and a friend,
Just like a rough gem, I am not less than,
I hold inside my heart the very essence of
every hard earned lesson, it’s a blessing,
Letter after letter, used to predict riots,
Lost my pad and pen, time to stay quiet,
Sun burnt faces, time inspired embraces,
All soul, these words remain faceless.
Can you taste the ghosts?I want to know your plans,
Feel your heart, your hands.
Can you see the birds?
Soft wings flap unheard.
We just spin around the sun,
Light feet that weigh a ton.
Can you taste the ghosts?
Secret lives, sacred oaths.
Making castles in the sand,
Smooth, no concrete plans.
And can you feel the sky?
The blue will help us fly.
The PrairiesOur golden star blazes through the heavens,
Wearing scattering rays like the crown of a king.
The wind inhales the contents of the vast sky,
Then exhales as the clouds fashion their latest design.
The seemingly never ending rows of burnt wheat invite
a type of silence, but there is none to be found here.
The gliding moths and flies buzz like loose electricity,
Stalking coyotes cry and yelp through moon lit darkness.
The water of the meadow lakes run through my veins,
My heart will always beat through wild grass jungles.
Those EyesI love the mischief in those eyes,
a puzzle I will never understand.
Each playful laugh gets me going,
something like love keeps flowing.
That sly smile is just so tempting,
your warm skin keeps me sane.
You and me, the perfect crime,
our paradise just so sublime.
I get lost in your somber whispers,
your sad stories have me hooked.
Our souls became tangled into one,
I never thought this day would come.
DreamsThe silver moon wakes
from its shadowy cradle.
Sleep kidnaps my brain
and casts a strange spell.
Atoms swirl and spin as
they set my mind ablaze.
Colours bleed into shapes,
a secret story is written.
Ocean SkiesI watch ocean skies
drown each sailing bird.
Swimming clouds kiss
the stretched blueness.
The wind flies lost;
her soft breath flows
as live shadows sway
to the beat of the earth.
The patterns of energy
lavishly flood my eyes.
flawed in her beauty.
TigerYour little paws can
climb carpet mountains.
You stalk invisible mice,
then jump on my face.
You are not a tiger, kitty,
but you sure play the part.
HauntedI see her there with
Coal dust carved
Into the icy skin
Under her eyes,
And on her lips
Dance a chorus
Of bitter lies.
A skeletal hand of smoke
Claws at my neck
Until I bleed;
She tells me that the pain
Is just what I need.
And her blood
Zooms in her veins
Like speeding cars.
She looks at me
At what I am.
She’s a snake,
In the guise
Of a lamb.
‘What happened to us?’
Of what I used to be.
‘I may be you,
But you are not me.’
The sun comes up:
Yesterday is gone
But see it this way;
The past is part of the future
But the future isn’t the past.
You choose which bits go,
You choose which bits last.
How to love a poet: Expect them to be flawed,
a field of wild flowered-
& an inability
Love them anyway.
Know that when they look at you
they are noticing the little things.
lost my voice.I wrote "I love you"
in the sand at the beach.
The tide swallowed the words
and drowned them
before I could speak.
I Saw a Burning ManIn front of my house, he sat.
Skin burnt off, now charred and black.
Hesitantly, I walked outside.
And he followed me with his watery eyes.
With steps as nimble as the snow,
I hid my fear and continued to go.
Now before him, the Burning Man.
I kindly offered him my shaky hand.
No malice nor vice leaked off of him,
rather sadness and agony which simmered below his skin.
I could feel it around me, the pain and despair,
yet, physically the man was nearly repaired.
For his scorched skin was not his problem,
instead the bottled emotions that devoured all of him.
“Would you like to come inside sir, and stay?”
In which he replied by looking away.
Again I asked, and received no reply,
and was startled when the man began to cry.
Unsure of what to do, I walked away,
Yet I’ll never forget what happened that day.
Be it from pain, or mute, or undisclosed desires,
I watched as the man was engulfed in fire.
I stood back in awe, with my mouth agape,
and feared that he had fallen into
little victories.when i was younger,
i thought i was the strongest
little girl in the world
because i could easily
beat my older brother
at arm wrestling.
it wasn't until years later
that i realized
And There Was Lighti.
He was seventeen when he died.
I never went to the funeral
but I walked past it the day of
the service. His mother
was in the backseat of a blue Dodge,
door open, head in her hands.
"My baby," she kept repeating.
"My baby." It would go from sobbing, to
screaming, to a soft whisper that
I could only hear being carried
on the wind.
It was a Wednesday afternoon that they found
his old red pickup truck parked
out front of Slim's, two beer bottles in
the back and the windows cracked to let the stale
I heard that his dad told the police he was
gonna take that old truck and fix it up, because
he had promised his son before—
because it's always in the before—
And in the after, his mother never had dry eyes
and I'm pretty sure my mom told me
that she saw his dad at the bar every night,
drinking his sorrows down because some people can't
handle the stress.
Some people can't figure out why their son would
"Some men just want to w
Loving A Guy Who Cannot Love Himself.Firstly, tell him that he doesn't necessarily need to be the “strongest” man in the world,
that if he cries, you won't look down on him for it,
that you won't call him weak.
Tell him that he doesn't have to like sports, or fishing, or football, or any of the “mainstream” things that boys are “supposed” to like.
Let him know that liking art, or dancing, or singing or acting doesn't make him gay, doesn’t make him any less of a man, it just makes him who he is.
A human being.
And for goodness sakes, tell him that blue does not have to be his favorite color, than he can indulge in pink, or purple or even magenta!
And to the girl who take on the task, remember please, that it is not always the Knight who saves the Princess.
No, this time, the Princess may need to save the Knight.
Do not pour your problems onto him, rather, balance each other out.
Be a shoulder to cry on. A friend to be there. A love that never leaves.
Perhaps more than often,
You Ever Felt ItHave you ever felt it?
When you lay there broken
And feel yourself so guilty
Eyes gushing red
And you want to sleep in a coma
Your brain swelling with thoughts
At the same time empty with nothing
When you can't suit yourself
And see yourself a place among the demons
that moment when you control your life
The moment when you choose between life and death
And then you yourself can decide either way
It's when you're on the edge
And want someone to pull you back before you make another step
A hook, to rip all the insanity out of your body
And suck all the madness that is growing black dead trees
Have you ever felt it, have you known depression
Did you ever seek a source of help, and did you ever find it
dealer.ive committed the perfect crime but this perfect is inherently defected,
the cost to me is nothing absolute but coinscience shattering to most,
im a living exception only because ive been on the other side of the scandal,
poison to the masses,producing riches almost too effortlessly,
unfairly tipping the scales and altering the balance to create a edge,a dominance,
it is still a trade with seemingly set expenses but thats a myth created from pure denial,
dealer,trafficker quickly becomes owner,master.
what is yours is mine and no,this is not vice versa.
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