no clapping allowed

Words to be heard
Must have an audience.
Words for release
Only need paper.

So, say it to me.
Because, I said to
You it is good to be
Wanted.
Yet the response
Was silence.

What more can you
Say to someone?
Does not that
Cover all feelings?

Listen to the silence.
Look for the
Nonexistent
Return.
Reach
For the
Empty
Arms.


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a valentine

Some hearts are meant to be broken
As life goes
And some hearts can never heal
Like an errant crack
And like the ice on a lake
With spots of snow lingering
When does one know
The safety of walking

How red is the red
To represent the flow
Of love wandering
Through
A beating heart

Yet we all reach
Out, with the hope
Of a feeling that will
Make us feel

There is no right to love
No left to leave
No way to measure
The way we feel about the
Loss

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a moment not hidden

Looking through the screen
Like a small filter
Light comes in patches
Yet, the truth still shines through
The stream creates shadowy ripples
Wishing to cover the reality
Of what is real, although
The waters movement is deceiving
the olive-green starkness continues
To let, the story unfold.
While its silent movement plays the
Ultimate Part of confusion
Letting us think, there
Is an intended destination.
While closure has its hand
On the pulse of denial.

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Birth

I do not need the
Snow as a fence
Of privacy nor
Wooden stakes
To protect me
There is no gate
To hold me back
No moat holds a
Place for the water to lay
And shards of glass
Have no sharpness
To touch my
Winged feet
The clouds cannot
Stop my rise
Nor thunderstorms
Delay my travel
I am the one
Determining
My
fate

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a small change

I breath with the light
Streams flowing around me
I know we as mankind are
Destructive, selfish, blind.
We are so ignorant it is
Unimaginable and often
The messengers turn out to
Be people who actually believe
In something bigger than themselves.
But they are so small minded they cannot
Imagine what is not yet believe
In someone they cannot prove nor need to.
Why do they continue to destroy
This earth? Why do they not fight
For the children that already are?
Why do they chastise all but who
Think as they think?
I think, because they know there
Is an ending and they are content
To not fight for the future of mankind.
Just selfishly use our world as
Theirs, just not realizing they
As we will be given a verdict
For what we did not do or care
To protect.
Earth day is coming, no matter
Who you are, where you live,
Or what you believe
You are responsible
For the world as it unfolds.

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Peace to you

So I play some Christmas music
Even though the heart season
Is approaching fast
And it calms my soul
Rests my mind
And gives peace a chance

I wash away the dirt
In the windows
That blocks my point of view
Blinds me to the
Realities of day to day

Snow is waving below
Covering the world
Ever so slightly
Enough to say I am
Here

The branches have
Waived away
Their slight brush
As if to say
No frosting needed here

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Frustration

We are often told how our actions
can control others. We are often
advised we may not be able to
control others but most certainly
we can control ourselves.

Oxymoron: A rhetorical figure in which incongruous or contradictory terms are combined, as in a deafening silence and a mournful optimist. (from: Free Dictionary.com)

We listen to others.
We hear what they have said to others.
Yet, we often have no recourse.
To confront can be met with consequences
of more lies, arguments.
To allow, only means often the culprit
continues their path of destruction.
Usually, to cover their own paths
of inadequacies.

We try to realize the ridiculousness
until we live with the continuous
results of their actions.
When the words of others influence
your own life, and most to the time
the fools believe their own lies, Where
do you go from their?

I look at youthful pictures of myself
I look at current pictures and I wonder
who damaged me more.
People, I thought I could trust
or the ones there should have been no doubt.

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