Life Poetry Writing and Poetry

Invisible

If I write a poemWill you read it If I say I love youWill you hear me If I dance for youWill you see me If I touch youWill you feel me If I am hereWill you know me If I die tomorrowWill you cry for me If I am invisibleHow would you ever know

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Poetry Writing and Poetry

Emergence

What if I return to that dark place?What if I hide from the light?What will become of me? I have aged not entirely well.My thoughts often darkened by the world.My body bent and slowed by the weight of what I know. Most flowers crave the light and warmth of the sun.But a few only open …

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Poetry Writing and Poetry

My Song

Younger than my age. Not safe for work. Articulate, sometimes. Liberal, always. I pulled a u-haul behind my jeep and I moved in, with myself. BIG sailboats out of the sight of land. Jeep in a Baja MX desert way out of sight of man. Wreck diving the Philippines. Sleeping bag under the stars in …

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Art & Photography Journaling Writing and Poetry

The Journal

I wrote in my journal today. It was the first time in over a year since I had written anything. Coming out of depression is scary and amazing. Change is scary and amazing. Living is scary and amazing. As I sat outside around the corner from my apartment writing outside the coffee shop, ┬áthe sun …

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Poetry Writing and Poetry

Flying and Falling

I took to the sky Imaginary wings beating into the void of space Earth rises to meet my gaze Tumbling uncontrolled it vanishes once again Am I falling to my death Am I only floundering every direction up Horizons roll into view Brightest points of light chipping away blue crescents I think for a moment …

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Depression Life Poetry Writing and Poetry

Emptiness

Build my life upon these dreams Comforts and cozies fill my thoughts Returning to a place familiar and warm Memories of achievement and joy Love, yes love felt and expressed The lie roles off my tongue like marbles on hill Expressed yes, but not love Comforts are facades hiding what lies behind Dreams are more …

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Poetry Writing and Poetry

Perception of Time

I looked into the sun and sneezed as my eyes watered and my face felt warm deep into my skull. A 5 year old really does not know any better. Mom held my hand as I cried, blood still fresh on my arm and my clothes. The doctor tried to ease the pain, but the …

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