HAPPY (POETRY)

Happy is not a place but an atmosphere

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I was in a dead zone

And no amount of encouragement could convince me

That

I wasn’t alone

There was a moan in my soul

And every emotion in me was cold

 

And my thoughts lied to me

 

So I did nothing

 

One day I woke up

And the pain subsided

And joy overrides

This dark emotion

 

And for a brief second

 

I was happy

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Evil Green – Poetry

Huntsmen search this thing out

Looking for the pot of gold

We have been warned

From biblical times

This story is centuries old

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Try as you may

To hunt this thing down

And watch evil events unfold

Don’t ignore

The evil this green can bring

It’s a trick that’s ancient and cold

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It’s a spirit

You can’t see it or hear it

It wants you trapped in your personal greed

God said be anxious for nothing

He said He will provide all that we need

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It will trap you

Before you trap it

So don’t be fooled by this scheme

It will keep you sick

Weary and tired

Chasing the American dream

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If you look back on all who hunt it

You’ll see how lonely they sit

This thing can be deceptive and mean

Be careful when you focus on it

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Beware of this thing

Warning signs are hard to be seen

But this thing is clever and keen

It will have you believe

You’re on top of the world

I call it the evil man’s green

Sculpting – Poetry

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d make it audible

Allowing even the deaf to hear

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If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d paint it purple

Signifying royalty

And make all the blue disappear

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If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d relinquish loneliness

And mix this liquid with a prayer  

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If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d give it an automatic reset

So that it would never be in need of repair

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If I could sculpt myself a tear

I would never create it

Cold

And salty

Like

This wicked world

Reaching – Poetry

I was reaching for a dream

A figment of my imagination

I was reaching for love and pillow talk

I was reaching for arguments and make up sex

I was reaching for long walks and holidays together

I was reaching for surprise parties and baby clothes

I was reaching for a dream

A figment of my imagination

I was reaching for you

Protected: Can we talk about grief ?? Random thought

In a few words, in the comment section, describe your most powerful description of grief
Examples below

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In a few words, in the comment section, describe your most powerful description of grief
Examples below

HELP ME IM BURRIED IN GRIEF!

I swept grief in a nice neat pile and one day it busted out and assaulted me.

Grief doesn’t want you perusing it, it does what it wants when it wants

Grief isn’t just a neat wound you can dress, the healing is in living

Grief reminds us that weonce loved

Grief pushed me into education

Grief- I suck at this kind of talk

Grief is cold Callous and matter of fact

Grief forces you to get a permission slip

Grief hides for a little while but there it goes again

Grief makes me feel like I’m floating unable to ground myself

Grief- I buried it, ohh but the roots are so deeply attached

I do not deserve to live in this pain

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Dis-Order (Poetry)

 

I eat to make the pain fade today
And the dragon in my belly
Plays monstrous villains
Till all my emotional scares fade away
You’ll never understand why I eat the way I do
Don’t try and diagnose me
Because I will eat you away too
I will vomit till my face turns blue
Tryna’ forget that I hate you
And that I hate myself too

DIS-ORDER

Featured Poet Dominic Fike – Elliot’s Song – Euphoria

I’ve got no place
Buildin’ you a rocket up to outer space
I watch you fade
Keeping the lights on in this forsaken place

Little star
Feels like you fell right on my head
Gave you away to the wind
I hope it was worth it in the end
You and my guitar
I think you may be my only friend
I gave it all to see you shine again
I hope it was worth it in the end

Us against the world
Just a couple sinner’s makin’ fun of hell
If I keep you here
I’ll only be doing this for myself

Little star
Feels like you fell right on my head
Gave you away to the wind
I hope it was worth it in the end
Yeah, I hope so
Think you may be my only friend
I gave it all to see you shine again
I hope it was worth it in the end

I know this thing is broken
So I leave my door wide open
Been some time since we’ve spoken
One day we’ll meet again
Some distance when you’re older
You’ll come lean on my shoulder
Tell me that storm is over
That day we meet again

Feels like you fell right on my head
Gave you away to the wind
I hope it was worth it in the end
You and my guitar
I think you may be my only friend
I gave you away
I hope it was worth it in the end

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=icwBZswWFrU&list=RDicwBZswWFrU&start_radio=1&rv=icwBZswWFrU&t=32

I rarely do commentary on shows but if you haven’t seen Euphoria it’s a must see! 2 full seasons of addiction and all the insanity’s of having a child who suffers from the disease of addiction. I found this gem of a writer Dominic Fike on the last episode of season 2 and I have written poetry to this song, it has truly been my muse! Awesome write!

The Loop ~ Spoken Word

We have stoops on streets and corners so what lands can be heard from the cracks on steps

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Tides flow empty and drums beat they beat I am beat

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And Miss Henderson waves good-bye to her son from the sun
And Sarah’s mom’s funeral was sad
Because fuck cancer

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Life can’t be written away by historians or philosophers

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Tucked away trauma

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Resurfacing

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Triggers

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Nixon Malcolm Kennedy and Dr.Martin Luther King Jr.

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Under the earth where trauma goes to die

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Can you remember where you were when the twin towers fell

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A millisecond can’t alter it to any degree of logic

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What lives must die

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Gravity

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And memory will remind me

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That alterations are tragic misconceptions
Of the truth

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And nothing is more traumatic

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Than the truth

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And time sets again

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The Loop

Death

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I have gone for miles trying to catch your breathe
Lost left me
Lay death upon my chest
Trying to catch the demon that rolls rust
Timely
Unrest
And a phantoms tale swags
and it drags
and it drags
my face sags
And it sags and I’m sad
Because death waits for me

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When after a week
He is grunting
Startled at the suck
Of my body
At the impossible of his luck
He won’t know
How easily we arrived here
Playing beats in the half light
Won’t know that I have washed these sheets today
And I will again tonight
Won’t know that I ruin love
With the melody of men
Slipping into the soft hunger of my dreams

Won’t know that I can make storms
And quiet them

With just a breath

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When after a week
He is grunting
Startled at the suck
Of my body
At the impossible of his luck
He won’t know
How easily we arrived here
Playing beats in the half light
Won’t know that I have washed these sheets today
And I will again tonight
Won’t know that I ruin love
With the melody of men
Slipping into the soft hunger of my dreams

Won’t know that I can make storms
And quiet them

With just a breath

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