If You’re Looking For A Sign To Stay Alive Tonight, This Is It.

This poem is amazing... Speaks volumes💜

he always prized himself on his resilience knock him down never a frown he’ll get back up it’s just bad luck move along the track no point looking back always there for others bending his ear no bother helping out but keeping it out never affecting his state of mind a sort of detached but kind after all if he caved in then what then what use would he be either to them or to he got quite good at boxing things compartmentalising categorising compromising desensitising but now he’s coming to realise that each time he tries to box things away his brain cells say no way can’t you see we’re full no more of your bull taking no more contents boxes obvious dissent and as he lifts each top to box more things off past demons once contained in boxes in his brain burst onto the scene with howls and screams and now so many are free a daily haunting spree he struggles to comprehend how he originally created them his mind totally aghast at the ghosts of his past

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A Poet's Curse

And poets write Of love and Lust Of how their treatment Is unjust Poets write of Hurt & pain Such things Inspire again And again But how can You verse The curse Of life mundane Each day the same Write about Blissful normality No lifetime calamity But If we need To be hurt To feel Is that real I know Poets bleed And need To hurt So that they can Ink in verse Their life’s curse But it’s hard to Comprehend This goes Until the end So that on their tomb Is carved in stone Here lies A poet Who lived alone Cursed by The need to verse All life’s wrongs Instead of singing Misfortune’s song Missed opportunities Long since Gone By focusing on Each woeful stanza Missed out on life’s Wondrous bonanza

to walk alone down the alleyways of your mind is to experience loneliness of the darkest kind

“How to fall in love

When someone shows you their soul, show yours in return.

Because this is how lovers meet;

An act of courage

And an act of surrender.”

Mila Kunis

I love this

[Kisses that are sweet Are an exotic treat. Lips that are bitter Are stained with cheap liquor.]

Wise words

Where are you, Summer?

The Magic Man, 2017

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