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summersheart

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United States
July 15, 2018
Leacock-Leola-Bareville, United States

I can't control my mind
Hurt is a flood
But water a blessing
It will never stop
The clouds will never part
Thank God clouds are beautiful

A MAN'S BEST FRIEND
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July 10, 2018
Leacock-Leola-Bareville, United States

Looking at the disfigured form beyond my eyes that wallows in shame. Afraid to show itself. Afraid of every inch of skin it bares. Believing every angle is grotesque. Changing everything about itself down to it's very morals to please surrounding beings. Missing the old ways and reaching for the new ways counterpoductive in ever way. Saddened by looking at glass. Telling itself everything is wrong and then reassuring itself that you have to love yourself. Is loving yourself and body positivity just another societal trend that I'll never understand. How can I love the form I'm looking at when everything they tell us is wrong is present . How did I become this.

A MAN'S BEST FRIEND
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July 8, 2018
Leacock-Leola-Bareville, United States

Your voices sound like waves crashing
Your demands rediculous
Yelling over each others
Inciting madness
Pulling me Every which way
My face is red and wet with tears
No one seems to notice
I guess they're used to the
Horrible things that they yell at each other
I was holding onto hope
But I'll hold on no longer
You say your leaving so just leave
You say you give up
Then why do you still torture each other
And leave us in pain
She no sense of compassion
Or no sense at all
He a temper working in vain
I guess that you love us
But can't recognized it's worse this way
Or else you can't seem to remember the pain you cause each day

A MAN'S BEST FRIEND
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July 5, 2018
Corolla, United States

The lioness of the earth
Rooted in the ground
Looking up to the sun
Growing sound
Rising above
Sturdy and strong
Wind and rain
Every song
Nothing phases
The perfect flower
Until it loses it color
It's petel's disappearing power
Left with weak pail arms
Showering the Earth
Had protected from harms
One gust of wind
Can hold on no longer
Losing everything
All it's hope
Up in the air

THE OFFICE
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July 3, 2018
 

Beneath the smooth skin of a human being is blood and muscle, other things that you might call grotesque or even frightening. Shielding us from who we are is a layer , a disguise, convincing us we are different. We are all humans despite differences on the surface. Why is it that we want a beautiful disguise rather than a beautiful soul for within the skin is our beating hearts, our thinking minds, our loving spirits.

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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July 3, 2018
Corolla, United States

A river of love can't cease to flow
It's warm Waters welcoming
Sweeping in all that surrounds
Can't keep from drowning

The perfect storm
Strong and fateful
Don't get caught in it
For love can be fatel

Romeo a lesson
Stay away
Love isn't worth it
It's only a game.

Tricksters abound
Attraction inevitable
Hold on tight
Love is contractable

Where has my hope gone
My innocent dreams
To hold your hand
To feel you breath

Down the drain
Flowing fast
Love disappears quickly
Becomes the past

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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July 1, 2018
Corolla, United States

Walking down the beach I'm thinking of you. How sorry I am that I left you. How foolish the reasons for leaving you were. I recite the act of contrition over and over again. I look down at a shell I have now past 3 Times. Many shells were taken away by the waves but this one remained. Here I am Lord washed off on the beach ready for you to take me home.

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July 1, 2018
Corolla, United States

I don't want to play the game of love you make us play. Lusting for heights unreachability thirsting for him each day.
I don't want to play the game of wealth you make us play.
Working for an abundance of luxury begging for pay.
I don't want to play the game of indifference you make us play. I will speak my opinion and tell you what I need to say.
I'm tired of your games.

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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June 25, 2018
 

Your brown eyes gazing into mine melt me. Your hand tapping on my shoulder gives me butterflies. You're laugh is what I live for. I long to feel your soft lips pressed against mine. I long for your hand to be In my own.  For your eyes to adore me the way mine adore you.

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STARS CAN'T SHINE WITHOUT DARKNESS
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May 31, 2018
New York, United States

As it rains in the early morning and the trees appear more green than ever the wind gusts through the streets where cars rush to work. The city feels calmer in these times. People seem to forget the trees planted in the sidewalk until they are shook by the rain. Some walk faster to escape the wetness others embrace it. It is undeniably beautiful.

WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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April 29, 2018
New York, United States

A voice is something that most naturally have but situations and fears can restrict it. Young hearts often lose their original voices before finding another, stronger one.  This can happen by an infliction imposed on souls that could not have been predicted. Vulnerability is often a factor at play as another creeps in playing games with young minds, abusing the weakness brought by the newness. This weakness can cloud the ability for one to speak, and these games were not the innocent ones the young hearts knew, they were manipulative and threatening. They could not speak of it because they didn’t want to display what had been done. It was  known what should be done, how to bring an end to thi...

HARVEY SCHILLER
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April 26, 2018
New York, United States

It seems two paths that have run parallel for quite some time have finally collided,
The interaction brought by the intersection  left both completely blindsided.
And although we see this everyday as our paths overlap with that of others,
We know when something special hits as we are aware of life’s constructors .
Buy once these paths separate which can happen awfully quickly,
you can only hope that they are brought back together brought safely, brought swiftly.

FACE YOUR FEARS
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April 26, 2018
New York, United States

Young souls can make so many dangerous mistakes because they are  guided by young hearts. Not to say that they haven’t been marked with heartbreak and pain before but rather that they are hopeful that such things will cease. The young heart is more forgiving to those who have hurt it. Most of them, whether they are aware of it or not, are in the process of being hurt. Others see this so they try to intervene, but a young soul will not listen to ration . They will learn for themselves and when the hindsight developed in post naivety developes, wonder why it was they didn’t accept help. It is part of maturing, for some, to make these detrimental mistakes. To get hurt so they won’t be hurt again...

FACE YOUR FEARS
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April 25, 2018
 

Young souls can make so many dangerous mistakes because they are  guided by young hearts. Not to say that they haven’t been marked with heartbreak and pain before but rather that they are hopeful that such things will cease. The young heart is more forgiving to those who have hurt it. Most of them, whether they are aware of it or not, are in the process of being hurt. Others see this so they try to intervene, but a young soul will not listen to ration . They will learn for themselves and when the hindsight from post naivety developes, wonder why it was they didn’t accept help. It is part of maturing, for some, to make these detrimental mistakes. To get hurt so they won’t be hurt again, To tak...

FACE YOUR FEARS
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April 23, 2018
New York, United States

I hear voices merge with traffic noice in a song we call this city.
A beautiful attempt at piece we find in the park that's truly pretty.
To my shock you grab my hand and we begin to run.
You leave no time for me to think and I get swept up in the fun.
You look at me as I think this is it the first kiss of two young hearts.
But you turn away leaving me to wonder if I've mistaken this adventure's parts.
But as this day seems to run on what is truly magic,
You press your lips to mine, missing this would be tragic.

EVALUATE YOUR LIFE DAY
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March 21, 2018
New York, United States

New, Bright, and unharmed. Gathered at the bottom, satisfied with what is seen. Nothing. But the nothing is everything. The Climb will be made soon. Many wouldn't make it but nevertheless all would participate. The Climb is begun. The top can't be seen and there was a struggle to get feet off the ground. The ground had held them in safety for the most part only failing when members of the Climb fell imposing the only danger that was ever seen.A hundred yards up is the first hurdle. The scene still promotes Serenity but it won't for long. Most make it though some slip just as they reach the top being caught by the ones that they left behind. They are sent up again though they have drifted from...

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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March 21, 2018
 

New, Bright, and unharmed. Gathered at the bottom, satisfied with what is seen. Nothing. But the nothing is everything. The Climb will be made soon. Many wouldn't make it but nevertheless all would participate. The Climb is begun. The top can't be seen and there was a struggle to get feet off the ground. The ground had held them in safety for the most part only failing when members of the Climb fell imposing the only danger that was ever seen.A hundred yards up is the first hurdle. The scene still promotes Serenity but it won't for long. Most make it though some slip just as they reach the top being caught by the ones that they left behind. They are sent up again though they have drifted from...

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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March 16, 2018
 

Deep within every storm that overtakes all it surrounds is a tranquil moment where despite the dark dangerous clouds everything is clear. In the eye of the storm the confusion is lifted leaving you to see your world for what it really is or rather what it has become and yet you find safety in the moment because you are no longer feeling the storm's effects. But this moment is brief because as the storm continues on you realize the worst is still to come.

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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March 4, 2018
 

A morning glory will smile for the sun and only that, a loyal relationship that ceases when it begins to wilt leaving the sun to watch as it wastes away knowing that another will grow in its place. If the sun was a conscious being this would be torture but it isn’t and neither is the flower. Man will never be as loyal as the sun because loyalty of that measure in a conscious being is fueled by unconditional love. when the human race is one that lacks compassion this is rare and in the end of it all you find yourself fighting alone because every bond can be broken and every love can end.

ORIGINAL
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February 24, 2018
New York, United States

It was a still morning in late June. As she got ready for the day to come she couldn't help but think of the past year. It had been a year of trial and error of mistakes she knew would never be forgotten and of learning. It was scorching hot out so she skipped the makeup, no one would bother on a day like this . There wasn't much to do this time of the year and friends were in short supply so she decided to strole around the city herself going no where in particular. Of course she saw him. She could have guessed this herself. She always ran into him as if fate was teasing her. She ducked into a store before she was noticed. After some time she heard the door ring and looked up to see the new ...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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February 1, 2018
New York, United States

Early in the afternoon he saw her on the outskirts of the woods walking gracefully and with purpose as if guided by the wind. This was a daily occurrence and he always watched her from his porch with curiosity. Everyone in town knew her but known seemed to know her name. On day while sweeping his porch and talking to his grandmother he mentioned running down to speak to her to which she replied "curiosity killed the cat" "an over used proverb" he thought. His glance caught the girl's eyes though when he waved she was no longer looking. "See" his grandmother said, satisfied with having been right , but he was now more curious than ever. A short time later she appeared again and he nervously jo...

POETRY BOOKS
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January 27, 2018
 

Color Theory :
Several days ago viola was awaken late in the night by a frantic knock at the door. Opening it, cautious of what could be on the other side, she was greeted by a strange sight. A woman dressed in colors unlike any she had seen before was holding a whaling child swaddled in a blanket of the same mysterious colors. Now, completely awake and having assessed the situation, she invited the woman in to see how she could help. “ I am far from home and believe I am lost” The woman explained. She then asked her where it is she was going but the woman didn’t seem to hear her. She appeared to be lost in her thoughts as she comforted the now sleeping child. In an attempt to fill the uncomf...

ORIGINAL
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January 25, 2018
 

EDITED DRAFT 1
At the crack of dawn, as she did every morning, a woman read by the window that looked on to the old willow tree. She had always found this peaceful, perhaps because of the bond of the tree to water.  It was her routine to begin a story but never finish it, sometimes she would skip to the end other times she would abandon it all together . Between her and the willow tree was an unkept rose bush, though its branches were tangled and  flowers wilted there was something beautiful about it.As she was reading, something caught her eye. A sparrow sung on the branch that was closest to her. In her eyes this common bird was majestic, its feathers shimmered in the morning sun and its’ ...

ORIGINAL
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December 30, 2017
 

Sitting by the window, a mug of coffee in one hand a book in the other, something outside caught her eye. A sparrow sung on the branch closest to her. It seemed majestic, its feathers shimmered in the morning sun and it seemed to be singing human words. “What could the little bird be saying” the woman wondered as she got up to take a closer look. Startled, she quickly flew away. This wasn’t a fairy tail after all. The day went on like any other day. She got the kids up for school, made their lunch, and sent them on the bus. Her husband, who left for work long before she woke, texted her at lunch to tell her he loved her. She worked on the arrangements for the annual party she’s been throwing ...

ORIGINAL
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