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My family asks why I keep them at a distance
And I tell them
That every time I open my heart
They shroud it in black dust
From the cruelty of their words
Words from good intentions gone wrong
Wrongful actions
Disguised as "I did this for you."
"And I am your mother."
A mother's love
I know is there
Somewhere
But it just breaks my heart
To know
I have found more safety
In the harbor of a stranger's home
Than in my own family's docks
You're hurting. You're hurting bad.
I can see it in your bloodshot eyes
And how you shy away from smiles
Directed at you. Now your once-had
Gleaming spirit dwindles as it tries
To cut its pain with bleak exile.

But blood is pumping through your veins -
Don't change its course with nails or steel.
Our love for you will never fade, though
You ask me what I'd do if somone else took hold your reins
And replaced you, thinking that would make us feel
Happier - without you? Never. No.

I feel anger and frustration because I'm only human,
But nothing on this planet makes me happy like you can.
I love you, you know that. Believe that in yourself.
So stay with me - you'll be with me,
a heart within myself.
I love you. We all love you. Don't beat yourself up so much, or guess what we are thinking. We don't know what we'd do without you.
Blind men have few friends
See you with their heart…scary
Your mask won’t work here
Tell me this!
How can you cage a bird
When you fell in love
Whilst watching it fly?
 Nov 2018 Filomena Rocca
Lyra O
Looks like burnout
Tastes like failure
I Can't Believe It's Not Butter
My favourite among the three poems I wrote mere minutes ago. It deserves to be my first entry on this site (imagine the quality of the rest of my poems, then!) More to come, I guess.
.           Oh
.           middle
.           finger
How    I do        need
thy      simple    gest
to         handle   the
***       holes      who
oft       cross       the
rue      of my     day
concrete, pattern, or shape poetry
sometimes the cluster of
thin smiles come from
the  
poor children trapped in
the
Ferris Wheel of poverty
where
the
deep sky never blossom
the
road of poverty never ends
we
laugh then we cry
for
the
gentle whispers
return back to us
the
eyes of hope fade dim
while
the
light is all but broken
She was
So quiet
So lonely
So beautiful

She loved to dance
Between the stars
Her bright smile
Lighted up the night

Her wonderful eyes
Broke the lock in my heart

I stayed in her moonlight and
I felt love for the first time.

What a unforgettable night.

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