Phoenix ;

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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The other woman


My thoughts are racing

Until I go to sleep

My inner personality scathing

I can’t help to think of it deep


Hearing the words come from your mouth

It was like I was in the car in the back seat

Opportunity with her was scouth

I cannot believe you picked her up to meet


Sitting in my spot

Taking hours of your precious time

All because we fought

Me going through trauma was a crime


Why wasn’t I good enough?

What you put me through was rough.

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Poetry

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I write poetry

like music lyrics

with a rhythm

and flow

and far too late

for it to be acceptable

my words sleep

even as they dance from note to note

we forget

who we used to be

and poetry is not a good reminder

exhaustion cuts in

and it all weighs down

emotions to sharp to feel

until the dead of night

so i infuse them with poetry

and laugh in the face of criticism

poetry has no roots

but it needs ground to stand

remind me

I beg you

to chose to speak 

instead of recite

like a doomed corpse

in an empty mausoleum

or i become as dead as my words

unspoken

and dry

in the dead of night

poetry flows freely

but it swallows itself

because it too remembers

the dangerous music it can sway

pity

poetry is pitiful music

but it sounds much more alive

then all the rest.

salovie
salovie

“But maybe life’s not meant to be all grand

And maybe lows are there to help us grow”


it wasn’t quite right, what I wrote before—

but I let the poem put up a fight,

and left the line that made me sigh

(there’s a rhyme to the reason,

and the reason was rhyme)


the line that I penned shouldn’t have been:

the pretty words did not have

the pretty facts to have their backs and

the wisdom that glowed and flowed before

I find I really must retract.


What I should have said is:


The valleys exist

not to teach us a lesson,

but because they do.


This does not change much—

sometimes you have to cross them

(you can, and you will)


and maybe sometimes

you have to journey alone

(but mostly you don’t)


The lows are not there

to test you, or force your growth,

strengthen you through pain—


ebbs are natural.

You will encounter many,

and you will survive.

Your life means something special

at every elevation.