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RenΓ©e Brookes Jun 2020
π’±π‘’π“ƒπ“Šπ“ˆ π‘’π“ƒπ“‰π’Ύπ’Έπ‘’π“ˆ π“Žπ‘œπ“Š 𝒷𝒢𝒸𝓀 π“‰π‘œ 𝓂𝑒.
π‘…π‘’π“‰π“‡π‘œπ‘”π“‡π’Άπ’Ήπ‘’: π’Ήπ‘œπ“ƒβ€™π“‰ π‘”π‘œ,
π“…π“π‘’π’Άπ“ˆπ‘’ π“ˆπ“‰π’Άπ“Ž,
π’Άπ“‡π‘œπ“Šπ“ƒπ’Ή π“Œπ’Ύπ“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ƒ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒾𝓇𝒸𝓁𝑒
π‘œπ’» π“‰π’½π’Ύπ“ˆ 𝓀𝒢𝓇𝓂𝒾𝒸 π’Έπ“Žπ’Έπ“π‘’,
π“Œπ‘’ π’Έπ‘œπ“ƒπ“ˆπ’Ύπ’Ήπ‘’π“‡ π“‰π‘œ 𝒷𝑒 π“π‘œπ“‹π‘’.
Maria Mitea May 2020
You are proud to remember,
while I forget it all.
You know how and when to pick
while I barely depict
that getting lost is not an option.
You hate seeing balloons
floating in the sky,
"ones beyond its limits,
will break into small pieces.
Look how confident I am!”,Β Β 
waiting to pat you on the shoulders.
β€œGreat, I can just watch tv”

I didn’t know I was punished.

Well,

an easy one for you to remember puffy.
I am not an overnight oat to make your morning easy.
I am seafoam, whisked by smashed whitecaps and breaking waves blown inland. When you are hardly sea spray ejected in the air.
olivia May 2020
I tried to get along without you
I rinsed off your *** in the shower and cleaned your kisses off my teeth
morning is easy, nighttime is hard
sure I miss your hand on my stomach when dawn forces my eyes to open, but I jump out of bed so quickly and make my morning Joe in a rickety old French press (the coffee maker was yours)
morning is easier than night, even when the sun illuminates the green of my eyes, swelling like a cloud swells with rain on an April afternoon
and on April 20th, when I celebrated the inauguration into my 23rd year and I was met with stark silence from you, that was hard
and nighttime's never easy, I see the glow of the stars and think of your third eye in which I adored
so venus goes retrograde and makes the missing even deeper, you'd think that months later the scars would begin to heal
not when you dig into them nightly and make a playground out of despair and terror
I rip off the bandages around my wound and call you
I get through.
we cry and we wonder, we weep and we ponder, we toss harsh words and wrap them with sugar sweet sentiments
the next thing I know I'm in your scarred arms once again
I've never felt so sweetly at home
your sturdy body is a house and I want to move back in, pull the weeds from the garden, and paint the walls pink
Saturn's rings tell me "no," but the planet's core is screaming "yes"
I consider who's right
to listen to one's heart or one's mind
my trepidation lies in hurting you again
I've treated your heart like a yo-yo, up and down and back and forth, knotting the cord
can we get through this?
is it just a chapter or is it the epilogue?

I tried to get along without you
however,
simply,
I don't want to get along without you
Joseph Preston Kirk Apr 2013
PAIN PASSION AND PLAY
there will always be pain passion and play
but what really matters is what you think about at the end of the day
finding hope peace love and tranquility
call it lucky if you have that ability
but practice daily with humility
as without it there can be no civility
life is not taken given or achieved
never close your eyes or be deceived
life is always changing and growing
life is practice as you could never become all knowing
so keep a smile as you continue growing
and remember there's never enough practice to ever stop showing
something you cannot see or touch but still feel
so keep your chin up and keep it real.
Christ
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