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Yes and no

25 Tuesday Jul 2017

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poem, poetry, prose, spilled ink, words

No regrets just lessons

No hate just justice

No denial just truth

Being extreme isn’t always bad

Yes we are free

Yes we make our own apologies

Yes we make our own heaven

Let’s take control, let’s feel alive

You need love for yourself

You need love for your friends

You need love for everyone who touches you

You need a story filled and without end

the sky bleeds

24 Monday Jul 2017

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free verse, poem, poetry, prose, spilled ink, words

Waft the scented air

As a drink of sunlight speaks to you

Quintessential and alone

It’s a choice we are given yet rarely notice

Filtering through space

The heavens hang suspended

Floating forever

Like an eternal dance of night and day

We look up for answers

Something to say

Something more

We look inside ourselves

Question it all until it seems like an unsolvable mystery

All these things under our noses

Our scenes keep moving

Layered by invisible divisions

And if I seek these dreams

I know I’ll break free

Why it feels good to cry

20 Thursday Jul 2017

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Chester bennington, emotions, linkin park, lyrics, ode, poem, poetry, sad, tribute, words

I don’t always know why

It’s like these emotions force you to let go

Of all these things you’ve held in tow

Imaginary imagery solitary solidarity

This rarity, this gem, this essence

Much like before you were here

It’s a mystery as to where it goes

And it flows

As your face distorts with anguish, you know

We are not those robots

And we hope

One day we will see you again, like an old friend

We know it doesn’t really end

While the moon shines

01 Saturday Jul 2017

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existential, idea, introspection, poem, poetry, prose, questions

Am I meant for these quiet moments,

Sharing the moonlight with sounds of night?

The ringing sound of empty air

Held breath to listen carefully

Alone to give refuge to my reflections

Names of things evaporate into essence

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