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 Oct 2019 Harley Hucof
Malia
I am sunshine
I am rain

I am heart
And I am brain

Contradictions are my essence
I can assure you
None of them make sense.
 Oct 2019 Harley Hucof
Julianna
Shambling legs
And tired eyes
Fake smiles
And lovely lies
 Oct 2019 Harley Hucof
Monisha
Just like that,
I felt a sprinkle of pain,
You know the kind that gnaws and grows,
And nibbles your insides.

What started it, I wonder,
A buried thought,
a deserted experience,
Befallen, buried, squashed,
Run asunder, but still alive.

It pushes through the barriers to say,
Hey you! Yes you!
I exist,
Don’t think your looking away,
Will stop me coming back, some day.

Huh! I beat it hollow,
and there it’s slimy self crept back,
I had learnt not to feed it as it would grow,
I keep it on such a strict spartan diet,
My oh My! Look how bulbous it looks!

Hmmmm! Pain, were you feeding inside of me merrily while I was asleep,
Chewing my tissues, chomp chomp, burp,
Deep so very deep,
I feel I am missing a bone or two,
you gluttonous pain,
I am sure you’ve gobbled up many cells too.

Dark, gray, silent, doom,
Am I on for lifelong gloom,
Aah! Hrmph! Boo hooo!
What do I do,
So many around me,
Who do I reach out to?

Oh I do reach out,
And they say,
You? Couldn’t be,
You’re so strong,
It doesn’t fit you well, this pain you see!

I laugh, Is this pain
A size smaller for me,
Am I self indulgent,
In saying it hurts.

I start looking around,
And see many like me,
Laughter hiding the pain,
Cloaked well, their touch warm,
The tremble reaching out in vain.

It’s tough, this despair,
Sometimes with valid cause,
Many times so much accumulated,
Unaddressed, unmet, covered with gauze.
It rears it’s ugly head
For many
Eating their insides,
It’s canine jaws,
Sharp and unrelenting.

I still don’t have an answer,
Who does really,
Expectations, recriminations, justifications, validations, manipulations, mechanisations,
Eat us up a bit more.
We sleep off some days
hoping to sleep away to nothingness.

And then we arise to the morn,
The sun filtering through, casting its warmth,
A bird in the distance chirping away,
Pain still there but so are my fingers glowing like starlight along the Milky Way,
My limbs stretch and I purr away,
The clocks tick tock,
Reminds me of a chance,
A new beginning,
A fresh start,
A fresh me,
A wounded but mighty heart!  

Facing my pain instead of sublimating it,
Nursing it tenderly instead of ill treating it,
I know you’ll ease out, heal out,
And I will be better each day,
Because this life, this beautiful life,
Is worth living each moment, every day.

When I face you, I shall share you,
Tell your story to those I want to,
And suddenly, you will feel acknowledged and dance way into the oblivion because you’ve been sung to, heard, cuddled and celebrated.

Till then, I trudge along...
This is an ode to so many of us who carry burdens of hurt, unresolved pain, and stories to self which need to be heard. May you seek and find those willing to listen and hold your hand, sometimes that’s all it takes, sometimes you need more, but seek you must. I send you my love and hugs and Godspeed to find your pain and acknowledge it, only then healing starts.
 Oct 2019 Harley Hucof
Anastasia
floating
in numbers
1010101010
like an ocean
full of dark
arms around her knees
code slips from her eyes
silence from her lips
1010101010
her hair floats around her
nothing changes
everything is the same
yet her tears keep coming
that's the thing with hope
hope of escape
it keeps breaking your heart
over
and over
and 0ver
1nd ove1
a0d 1ve0
101 0101
written for a DDLC contest on another site. https://allpoetry.com/poem/14779661-ocean-of-code-by-Anastasia-
Sometimes it’s hard to find
the right words that go together.

Often there is no reason
as to why things happen. And clichés

get in the way of healing. People say
them only because they’re not

thinking. There are no explanations
as to why certain things happen. I’d

rather not force my bitterness on
one, to be the bitter berry. I’d rather cut

my tongue.  Or worse yet -
be the bowl of cherries
in a pile of bile
 Oct 2019 Harley Hucof
Leah
Pain
 Oct 2019 Harley Hucof
Leah
A pain so strong can cause our mind to snap
Change the reality in front of you,
To see what you want,
Instead of what you need to see.
This is for those whose heart is broken or has lost someone. Losing someone to whether it be death or drifting apart can make your mind create a reality that isn't true so the pain can hurt a little less.
 Oct 2019 Harley Hucof
Traveler
This may sound strange
But in my past life
She was my man
I was his wife
He beat my ***
In front of his parish
Bible in hand
He exorcised
Me with his he man
I had a demon
That wanted to live
He had a god
Who refused to forgive

.This time around
I am the man
Upon her being
I won't lay a hand
But she's still that entity
Who for some reason believes
There still a demon
Deep inside me
Two parts of a whole
Continue to roll
Out of control
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Traveler Tim
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