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Ravanna Dee Sep 2016
They were greek mythologies;
Of a Trojan horse and forbidden love.
They were fairy tales;
Of shining armor and pure white gloves.
They were the end and the beginning.
Of a child’s book told time and again.
And they were all just stories.
Believed in,
until they were forgotten…
Yet, still beautiful while they lasted.
They were.
Ravanna Dee Sep 2016
There you sat,
on a faded red chair.
Worn down by your presence,
by the years of your despair.
You've never tried to leave.
Instead, always thinking about the past.
You couldn't let go of your grief.
So you just sat there and let time pass.

I see the unbelievable,
as I look all around the room.
Hundreds of faded red chairs, visible,
and filled with others just like you
They all look the same.
Sad and wasting away.
Weighed down by their shame.
By memories they couldn't escape.

Just as their faces begin to look the same,
I spot an empty chair.
On it is a forgotten name,
of the person who's no longer there...
Somehow I found the strength to leave,
and learned that this life was a lonely war.
That name no longer belongs to me.
For I stood up from that faded red chair.
Sorry, I haven't posted in a while.
Hope you all find some meaning in this.
I hope you can all stand up too.
  Aug 2016 Ravanna Dee
Stephan
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A friend of mine just questioned
what inspires me to write
They know I'm writing poems
every morning, noon and night

I answered with a chuckle
saying, “I don’t have a clue
In fact right at this moment
I’m not sure what I will do

I looked outside my window
it’s the same as yesterday
Traffic lights and restaurants
and people on their way

I listened to some music
but I’ve heard that song before
And I don’t really like it
it’s a tough one to endure

I took a walk through nature
past the flowers and the trees
But allergies are killing me
all I could do was sneeze

I typed some words in sequence
to see if they would rhyme
And ended up deleting them
a total waste of time”


Then I saw their smile
I thought, now there’s a thing
I like when people smile
and the happiness they bring

There’s joy in that expression
like spring will soon arrive
It lifts another’s spirits
and makes them feel alive

Thoughts of sunny mornings
begin to float around
Maple leaves and meadowlarks
and dew drops on the ground

That very special person
who lives inside your heart
And just how much you love them
even when you are apart

I started feeling better
as my face now wore a grin
And when I looked up at the screen
I saw one once again

For now I knew the answer
and I told them oh so true
*“It seems today my inspiration
came from seeing you”
Ravanna Dee Aug 2016
Is it not funny
how the right hemisphere of the brain
controls the left half of the body;
where our hearts reside?
It's as if,
God made sure
that our love
would be connected
to both our creative and emotional
half of our mind,
while also,  
to our most precious
and protected *****.
It seems we
are being constantly reminded
that love is both:
Beautiful+Vulnerable.
Ravanna Dee Aug 2016
My body's stained with the proof,
of all of my regrets.
All those things I thought had mattered;
I later learned, I would forget.

My mind is now a mess.
Just fragments of a story.
One I can no longer read.
For the sentences have gone blurry.

I try my best to hold onto,
The life that I once knew.
Of coffee cups, of cigarette butts,
of and old Chevy truck named Blue.

Loved ones names come and go.
Their faces all look the same.
I don't understand why my legs won't work.
Why my body is in so much pain.

Like a flower blooming in the spring.
And like the trees dying in the fall.
Every body and mind have a season.
And mine is slowly coming to a stall.

Now, here I lay, on a rough white sheet.
Where I'm stuffed with tubes and hand fed.
No longer am I anything,
but a man in a hospital bed.
For my grandpa.
  Aug 2016 Ravanna Dee
The uniVerse
I believe in love at first sight
and not giving up on that fight
I believe in fairy tales
and true love that prevails
I believe in romance
and taking her hand for the slow dance
I believe in fate
and good things come to those that wait
I believe in simple pleasures
and also making grand gestures
I believe in the ultimate sacrifice
and not needing to think about it twice
I believe in dreams
and clouds bursting at the seams
I believe what you do gets done in return
and that some people will never learn
I believe real beauty comes from within
and never judging because we all have sin
I believe in God above
and the fact that God is love
I believe in miracles
and sticking to your principles
I believe in honesty
trust, virtue and integrity
I believe in innocence
and old fashioned sentiments
but most of all I believe in you
and everything that you do
so to you my heart I am sending
as I believe in happy endings.
Something sappy I wrote on 21/7/14
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