hidden poet

A change in perspective
will change a sunshine filled hour
into a melting, hot, and unbearable eternity.
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The marks you left inside of me,
those cannot be seen.

These marks, though,
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Thneeds!
Everyone needs a thneed!

What is a thneed?
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'What's a soul? '
asked the child.

The teacher said
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Love is a picnic in the park, on a red checked cloth, eating from a bruised wicker basket.
Love is fishing in the summertime.
Love is the smell after rain.
Love is 70 degrees Fahrenheit, or maybe 103.
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I sit here late at night;
alone, afraid, and in the dark.

I wallow in my self despair
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Baby steps are tiny.
Each liitle gain is applauded.
And when you fall
someone is there
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The tears wont fall.
I wish they would
so they could cause a flood.
Like Alice did in wonderland.
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How are you today?
Is it strange that that's a hard question to answer?
Do i tell you that im fine?
Or great?
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'Lord, what fools these mortals be'
loving each other hopelessly.
We're mortally foolish you and I
but our love will never die.
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Happy.
That's me today-
bright and bubbly,
bursting with friendship,
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Life is gray,
the shapes all blend together.
Nothing has a meaning.
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i cling to the words
that fall from your lips

i clutch to me
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You're going on a mission.
I'm so proud of you for it.
but...
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The dry air makes my skin crack.
At these altitudes the pressure pounding down on me.
My nose bleeds.
The blood in the sink brings back a memory;
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I'm teetering on the Edge of Insecurity.
I remember when I knew that I was beautiful.
I remember when I was confident and strong.
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(steady rhythm)
Square your shoulders.
Lift your head.
Put a smile on
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I'm stuck in a corner with no definite way out.
I spend my time wishing it would all just go away.
Old addictions are sneaking up to tempt me-
it's getting harder to just breathe.
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Tonight is one of those nights.
It happens on occasion-
something small like a conversation, a smell, or a sound
reminds me of days passed.
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1. I'm terrified of men.
2. My Dad planted that seed of fear.
3. My first college boyfriend matured it into a tree.
4. I don't like to be touched.
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