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The Rain Was Never Haunted

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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  1. 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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  2. 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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  3. 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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