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You say, "Follow your heart."
But tell me, would you follow your enemy into the crossfire?
Would you trust your nemesis to carry you safely through the onslaught of hail?
I am awkward and unsure,
Afraid and alone.
You give me counsel,
But tell me, have you ever weathered the storm by your own advice?
Those dull blue eyes- deprived of the sunlight that
once helped you shine,
Evoke tears and sleepless nights,
Tossing and turning,
A constant wishing and yearning...
To vanquish your demons,
To relinquish all traces of fear from...
Those dull blue eyes.
Sometimes, we seem to lose sight of who we think that we are;
Something can happen, and it feels as if we are broken into pieces.

You forget who you are,
You forget why certain things in life had or have meaning to you,
You forget how to smile with the same enthusiasm as you once had,
You forget why you found happiness around certain people or in certain events,
You forget your reason for living.

Yet, you pick yourself back up, give yourself a pat on the back and carry on.

You remember how to smile,
You remember how to laugh,
You remember how to be yourself,
You remember how to live again, and go on with your life as if nothing had ever happened.

In each relapse and recovery, however, a small piece of yourself is lost in the process. You cannot feel it, but you can see it when you take a step back and reflect upon the past.

An old habit is replaced with a new fixation,
A new characteristic has taken over in your personality,
An old friend is no longer on speaking terms with you,
A plethora of old notes and keepsakes were destroyed in an erstwhile fit of rage,
A sweet memory turned sour by a recent event.

Each time we fall into this cycle, we lose a small piece of ourselves.
We change, sometimes for the better, but sometimes for the worse.
Some never leave the cycle, while others simply relive it one too many times.

Valuable people, places, memories, recollections, and thoughts lost to the past, pieces of you that you tried to keep but ended up losing in the process. You don't want to change, you don't want to leave these pieces behind.

But each time you break you forget to pick up the pieces that fall off of you, or you lose them. You can never fully heal and return to the way you were before you shattered into shards. Without certain fragments, you can never be put back together the same way.

Yet, people grow, people change. These missing pieces grow back and manifest in new and strange ways, and it isn't all anxiety and melancholy.

Eventually, we can learn to live, love, learn, act, and behave freely once more; we can use the new pieces of ourselves to change into something great, new, exiting. We can flourish in another form, because sometimes, we are meant to be something other than what we had originally started out to be.

Sometimes, we seem to lose sight of who we think that we are;
But then something can happen, and it feels as if we are made whole again.
One lash from her eye—
Lovely, cruel voice binding me,
  .  .  .  Exquisite torment.
I love you in the morning.
When the sun kisses your silent sleeping brow.
I love you when you start to stir.
I love to watch you showering.
Like you're walking through scented soapy rain.
I love the smell of fresh and clean oozing from your body.
I love you in the evening when the sun crawls down and falls to set.
I love you and I honour you.
With my gentle tongue.
A tongue for the gentleman and the lady shall be returned for sure.
I love to hold your body close.
As satisfied you're drifting into the land of that very special sleep.
And I'll love you in my dreams.
The sad thing is you don't exist.
You're just a fantasy.
(C) Livvi
Not your usual soppy stuff!
I have a lovely home
   As big as the friendly earth
I have a source of light
   As big as the glowing sun
I have fount of inspiration
   As big as the cool light moon
I have spacious space to fly
  As big as the highway sky
I have enchanting sight at night
  As big as gala galaxy to relax    
I have a cordial host
   As big as lasting nature
I have a sporting spa
   As big as wavy ocean
I have a caring life
  As big as my soft soul
I have the bewitching love
  As big as my cool life
Earth is my only furnished home
Heaven is my solo soul resort
I am content with what I have
along with others
I am done
and
down for the day,
with the
prolific love of
my dear poets!
 Nov 2014 Silence Screamz
Erenn
Sham wow.
we shall slaughter our cows
and swim in the blood, my pal
No more plowing for these cows
I insist now that we bathe.

Sham wee.
I have to disagree
we've been bartering and broke
alas to these cows gave us meat
See our fields, vast and free
seeds of gold will make us rich!


A sham? It's a shame.
Selling paint and pans to you my man
a **** dripping payment
wishful thinking
I wish I had a *** to **** in
Kids in their Plymouths shouting
it's pathetic
I'd pepper spray any jaded figure
if they told me they had regrets

Let them run their mouths
Kids will be kids even when they're 33
Their Plymouths breaks down every week
jaded figure my ***, flaws they experienced
By inheritance they succeed
They age like any old man swerving their needs
We will have regrets if you don't listen to me.


Listen here
all wishing of life supreme
follow the divine ruler an ye shall not crumble
pests. 33 men or 33 boys?
whilst you waste sand deciphering,
thy kingdom withers
A **** drunk man hath no memory
no manners
torn lips. I twist at the sides waiting for death
succumb to regret and I shall spare no gratitude

Don't be deluded, you're just drunk
You're still 23 living in that big oak tree
If it wasn't for me
You'll be living in the streets
Let's finish this
Or u can bury yourself deep
within your life's agony


I detect mutiny
You trip over words while you question my authority
if a tellers words match a tellers hands, then why worry?
but I feel your dishonesty
I see it in the air you breathe
I question you because I can
Because I should
**Because I am
Supreme
Pat's in Italic
I'm in Bold
It's a new challenge for me. Don't really know anything about farming in America. But it's a thrill to collab with the brilliant Pat:)
Check out his work guys:)
http://hellopoetry.com/pat-1/
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