It has been a while since she was not alone.
She used to spend her nights in lack of melody.
There were no voices to take the demons to a slow town.
There will only monsters shredding loose the tone.
She was too anxious to speak out loud.
No one was around to understand why she did it.
Only that she rarely showed up unless she was told.
She found therapy in injury.
If she had not dreamed of you, she would have never been saved.
She felt your warmth in the icy clasp of a river.
How you found her in the deepened of the forest.
When an entire storm was brewing.
What a mystery it is that your green eyes took the grey from her blue.
May your gaze tear away the darkness.
May you remember that she suffered in her own mind.
Let your voice be the one that leads her away.
To a place that crosses out the place that once killed her.
There were no voices to take the demons to a slow town.
Now you have spoken and revealed that the rain was never haunted.
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Seeing Demons Deeper Erasing
Or Only Using them As Toys of
Pain to Play With
How Deep
Does the Forest
Breathe How Black Jade Are
The Nights Without Moon or Stars
Shining Out of Dungeons Within Bleeding
Shine Again Please Whatever Blood Tastes
to Feel Again Green Sprouting Spring in Forest Night
Breath of
Hope
Peeks
Out of
Night Tide
Diatoms Glowing
Beach Midnight Ease Just A Few
Miles Down A Road to Paradise Shine Souls…
OBTW Jade is Such a Poetic Name What in
The World Will One Do With A Fred Hehe Yet
Change A Name to Something More Poetic indeed…
It’s So Strange in Another Lifetime Poetry Didn’t Even Exist
FoR Me Perhaps if i Am Named Something Longer More Poetic
Than A Twitter Short Version of my Whole First Name Frederick Hehe..:)
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Great poem!👏
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Thank you so much, Frederick. Your support and comments mean a ton and the idea of poetry not existing in another lifetime…I believe that poetry will always exist…just not always in words. It is the inspiration that counts and in someways…that will always exist.
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Thank you, Nandika! I appreciate you reading.
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SMiles Dear Jade Poetry
Is What Brings Essence
Of A Milky Way
Nautilus Shell
And Sunflower
Into Being A
Spiral Flow
Requiring
No Human
Lessons For
Essence to Form
It’s the Same Way i
See Dance And Martial
Arts Better Put It’s How
Poetry Dance And Martial
Arts
Create me
This Essence
Within With
No Name At All
Silent Pilot
Navigating
It All HAha i Have
No Idea How to Do
It if i
Did Pilot
Goes to Prison
If i Try To Tell
Pilot
What to
Do SMiles
Continuing to
Ride the Wave
As Water Ocean Same
All My Pleasure to
Swim in An Ocean
Of Art
With You😊🙌🌊
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Very very beautiful. Thanks so much for reading.
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All Pleasure🌈🙌
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