Feeling low
Let it blow
Over. This nastiness
Drained of happiness
Absence of mind
No way to rewind
Nothing but a hiccup
Some may say
Hiccup after hiccup
And it never goes away
BW©️
I am a writer. Therefore, I am not sane. -Edgar Allan Poe
Feeling low
Let it blow
Over. This nastiness
Drained of happiness
Absence of mind
No way to rewind
Nothing but a hiccup
Some may say
Hiccup after hiccup
And it never goes away
BW©️
A world torn apart by
Those with no color
Color is beauty
Life its canvas
A rainbow of people
Live
Love
Exist
In a world
Afraid of color
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It’s too broad
Reign it in
Slow it down
Use your head
Stop daydreaming
Grow up
They tear you down
Narrow your dreams
Force conformity
Push back
Keep your head in the clouds
Feel everything
Experience it all
Never stop dreaming
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Quick sand
The mind
Past pulling me down
No escaping
No living in the now
Only dreams
No breath
No life
Chained by the ankle
Will run when beast is sleeping
No escape for now
Heartbeats synchronized
Bodies intertwined
She senses love
From the twins within
Her belly their home
Together they grow
Heartbeats synchronized…
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A mask for today
One for tomorrow
For you I’ll wear this
For him I’ll wear that
I’ll play the character
For each occasion
No one will know me
Not even myself
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On a stool
She sat bare
Organic and corporeal
Her imperfections
Her beauty
On display
For all observers
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Roused at 2AM Dead sleep no more A missed opportunity For a much needed rest Or maybe An occasion To let the words Trapped in a sleepless mind Out for a jaunt BW©
With the tears of joy
Her eyes sting pleasantly
Overwhelmed by
The birth of a child
A beautiful poem
A great work of art
People loving one another
With tears of pain
Her eyes burn in anguish
Overcome with sadness
The death of children
The hate in the world
Cities burning to the ground
Aspirations fading
With tears of hope
Her eyes embrace the pain
Trusting the world will recover
And love will flourish
BW©