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Worry

I sometimes worry knowing poetry can be so subjective, you know

And yet, I still choose poetic verse to enounciate my story, but doing so I still worry 

I choose poetry to mail my experiences through similes, imagery, and silliloquies but still I worry that the meaning of my words aren’t reaching 

like the voices in your heads aren’t hearing my warnings 

I’m calling. But i keep receiving. Voice mail.

It’s hard for me to differentiate poetry from the meaningless rhymes and word crimes In my haystack mind 

Pricked by the cold, bitter sweet needle of reality
Revealed by the snitching blood of my poetry, sharp but not unexpected 

It’s biology, a mystery. An art. A story. 

Bitter sweet the sting until we realize it’s reality 
Bringing light, to the colour of life and it’s futility

Im afraid to live because of my worry - 
I’m afraid to speak because of my poetry -

It burdens my words, painted red with the blood of poetry witch flows in my veins unknowingly- 

I bleed into the world but worry covers the stain.

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If only that was me

I don’t know who I’ve been today,
But I wish she’d come back- 

Her confidence, astonishing 
And her ability to live so weightlessly 

I wish I had her airless capabilities-

Who was she again and why did she save me 
From myself

I wished she was me even behind the scenes.

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Gratitude

Where is the moon,
Where is the sun,
My sky is dark and overrun-

When I look for the Stars 
I’m blinded by sun,

When I look for the light 
I’m lost by night,

Oh gratitude where art thou, 
In my search for your hydration 
All I find is drought-

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Watch

I used to live in a watch 
I followed the movements of the screws and cogs 
It isn’t till recently I broke out of that box 
Now I live life untimed 
Free from the rudementary 

But without that who are we 
Without purpose, movement or symmetry 
Without the hand the face is lost 

Now I’m a watch without batteries forever stoped 

If only I were a sun clock, then my dependability would never stop 

But a las I am not 
I am not
But a faceless clock to a lost watch 
Forever stoped

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Griever

Here I am in tears over a story that’s never affected me 

Baggy eyes from a grief that’s never even mentioned me and yet my own griefs don’t frighten me-

I don’t cry over it, I got over it- 

I cry for others but not for me 

I’ve realized that I don’t deserve to cry over my grief

Because my grief has convinced me, it’s just a happy memory.