Tag: #poems
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We are not cuts waiting, to be stitched back together by the right person but, Each person we meet is a thread, A link in the chain, that helps you mend yourself. You are not helpless.
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Well, that was a lovely break form the Internet, what did I miss?
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Hate me, go ahead, Hate me with all you’ve got. The more you hate me – did they not tell you? The closer you keep me tied to your heart. So with Christ, or Buddha, the universe or the circus, Whoever it is you believe in… Thank you for the love.
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Monsters are real, But they bare no snarling teeth, No sharp horns, or red evil eyes, But they will still snare you when most vulnerable. They won’t growl or hiss, They’ll come with promises and the sweetest words, They will bare the eyes of a thousand rotting lies, They will win your heart, Only to…
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My muse has gone on holiday and there are no signs of returning any time this month. So, I guess I’ll just wait then. How is your week going? Anyone else stuck in a spinning circle like I am?
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I have a strange love for untied shoelaces, and old maps. Chipping paint and disasters begging to happen. Ponds believed to be oceans and gnarled, twisting trees that could tell tales a thousand years long. I have a strange love for childhood scars and ink stained hands. bumps on noses, faces with ancestry and lines…
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I tried to write a poem, About a phoenix but, I didn’t know how to get past, The part where he burns. I write more poems, About healing that I am familiar with. I wish I had more poems, About healing, That I learned from experience. This is me, Trying to write a poem brighter…
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Anyone else feels like the human race is of late becoming a supernova of crap? A shit show if you will. Or maybe that’s just me. Anyway, ignoring the pathetic state of the world, I was going through the lists of things I needed to do before the end of this week (along with occasional…
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I do not look much like a butterfly, If I were to fly, I’d be more of a blimp, Been going through my own phases, Metamorphosing I may not glide like a butterfly, Gracefully, I’ve always favoured the snail, But still with a purpose, I was born to love, I am not colourful, I’m shades…
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Feeling like a frightened little star among trillion shinning ones. Well, I shall fret not, tis part of this journey, I think. With that said, I have no literary brilliance or polysyllabic words to share with you today but, if you might care to share a tear, or a smile, a heart, or a dream,…