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Battles

Conflict erupts, yet again. Respond or slink away?

If I stay, I face the cacophony of fieriness; I put myself in danger of being wounded.

Leave, and I’m embarrassed that I didn’t defend myself.

It’s a lose/lose scenario.

How do I represent? Why do I care? What do I gain and what is at stake?

All thoughts are firing amidst the chaos playing out in front of me. WHAT DO I DO??

The internal struggle dominates in this external battle, this the more pressing issue.

The voice deep within gets louder. WHAT DO I DO?!?!”

I hesitate, I’m crushed.
I match the tone, I’m angrier.
I fear, I lose.

The indecision is killing me. The best of us dies too.

I bloody my world.

I feel red.

It’s the anger at myself, and others who put me into the mode of having to figure it out.

I see red.

It’s the blood in my eyes. Enduring pain which colors my world dismal.

I embody red.

It’s the cloak of shame I wear. Every quarrel, every struggle with you, every time.

It’s time to think clearly. This cycle of pain needs to stop. NOW!

A birthing of insight emerges. It must, or I lose myself.

My being, this drama, it needs to face this human. Challenge Level 100.

I respond with the face of who I am, who I protect, and who I must love first.

This being here – me – is constant. My humanity is the battle worth having.

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Journey In

Your Eyes
May they look inwards and
Actively acknowledge the Source within.

Your Ears
May they hear the Subtle
Word of the Holy Spirit.

Your Nose
May it now be receptive to
The Divine Fragrance of your Soul.

Your Tongue
May it taste the everlasting
Nectar of the Divine Wisdom.

Your Breath
May it gently caress your Heart
With the Love of Almighty.

Your Sexual Energy
May it flow like a
Sacred River from head-to-toe.

With all your senses
Turned within
What can your mind make you worry about?
What story can it tell you today to make you a smaller-self?

Your Mind
Must then dissolve into the Vast Space
That you are, in Absolute Truth.

Ciao! Thanks for stopping by. My name is Velu and I like to meditate. Sometimes, I write. I’d like to know more of you, the modern-day poets as I am relatively new to the world of poetry. So if you wish to say ‘hi’ to me, you can find me on https://voidspace144.home.blog/. Otherwise, we probably meet each other in one of my next submissions! 😉

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All You Wanted Was Love

All you wanted was love
But I told you to move
And flew away like a dove
Because you wanted love.

All you wanted was love, love, love
Just love.

Now, you are gone
I feel so alone
Like I’m without a bone
Just because you are gone.

All you wanted was love, love, love
Just love.

I hope to see you soon
Maybe at evening or at noon
That’s why I look at the moon
Hoping you would come soon.

All you wanted was love, love, love
Just love.

I’m Aceybooks (Acey). I’m a young writer who  loves writing short stories and poems. Check out and follow my website www.aceybooks.wordpress.com
Also follow the Instagram Account @aceybooks_

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Hearts With Scars

My heart feels like a dying fire. My eyes are as glossy as a glass still lake. Those words you mumble, makes my heart sink.

I’m afraid, that it will be different. When my mind’s isolated, it doesn’t function.

I want you to know. The moon won’t be as silver and the sun won’t be as warm. And I’m certain. That the clouds will move slower across the sky, and the water’s waves won’t be as restful as they once were.

You kissed my scars, that I didn’t know I had. You kissed my scars that nobody could see. And I didn’t know that a heart could scar, but you did that to me.

The ocean fell from my eyes. Everything about you, would soon be a memory. A hurting memory. The echo of you slowly disappeared, and the only thing left to hold me, were the soft clouds above me, that carry dreams of you.

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My name is Autumn Thompson and I am an aspiring poet. I started a blog to finally share my love of words and the depth they hold when put together. I’ve been writing ever since I remember to cope with the world around me, but it’s only until recently I’ve started composing pieces of work with a story to be shared.

http://thesunandrainblog.wordpress.com

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For You

to lose you
was the hardest part
in this movie i
till today starred

take my heart
rip it in two
one half’s for me
one half’s for you

I started writing texts on 25th of September 2020 because i got My Heart broken and didnt know how to cope with My sadness.
https://zmimsytexts.wordpress.com

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Understand Me

Clarity – a clear foundation of understanding.
Educating is facilitating a peace within.
A rapid settling of unease.
Precise, clear knowing deposited at each other’s feet.
I’ll speak to you, spell it out, show you.
Without a doubt, will you get me?
Show me, believe me, like me in your understanding.
Now you do the same.
Let me hear you.
Will you, can you?
No lies.
Can we connect; belong to each other? No more isolation.
No more time-filling in the friendship club.
Can you be a graceful presence in my space with clarity?
This is love.

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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With the Rain

With the rain,
A heavy wind with hail:
Shivering the flesh and plants of the fields
And the old house roves that’d held still
When these ecstatic orchestras played up-on them.
The old tree at front swung_ swinging
Brunches all over that meanwhile given
To the winding wind that wandered
All her leaves that she’d bed-ed.

Mustafa Khan A.

Hey, greetings. My name is Mustafa Khan Abdurahman I am a poet a singer, songwriter and an art student at Kyambogo University. Not much about me but Poetry Art and Music, this is like my life all together.I love writing, it is where I feel a little more released and freed, here I have a clearer voice.
Instagram.com/mustafakhana1
2000littlewords.art.blog

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Your Betrayal

You always said that I was your exception.
And you really did prove your conception.
Something that seems impossible, the inception.
Is the way how you’ve hurt me; totally a new evolution.

No doubts. it gave me a lifetime lesson.
On how it feels to be a special person.
Getting a kind of pain that can never lessen.
Being pushed to an unknown path, with no instruction.

The place I’ve reached now, this new station.
Is it a whole new world, or just another nation?
I’m not even sure about my own location.
‘Cause it wasn’t obviously a planned migration.

With all this, now there’s no need to mention.
That I’ve been changed into something, that’s your reflection.
The time we’ve been together, was indeed a short duration.
But I almost started to feel that there was some kind of connection.

And while I was thinking of a new formation,
It seems you were busy breaking my own foundation.
You might possibly take it as an allegation.
Or the thoughts of someone with great agitation.

But now I feel like a living soul that has undergone it’s cremation.
The way you chose to hurt me, was really worth the admiration.
The person I’m now is not really me, but your creation.
I hope your task of breaking me, has finally come to it’s completion.

By Coco
An aspiring poet with a poetry blog “Poems from heart” https://poemsfromheartcom.wordpress.com/

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Where The Truth is

My name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I’m just a woman trying to walk this journey of life in truth. Being creative is my soul’s purpose and I achieve that through poetry, writing a blog, painting and dancing. My motto is “Triumphing over Trauma”. In 2011, I first became aware that I needed to reconnect with my soul. I started my journey of healing by 1st exploring my mental and emotional health, being diagnosed with CPTSD, which led to a more spiritual approach where I find myself today as a shamanic healer. There are many routes one can take that lead to the soul. No matter what, I never give up on myself. I can now say that I love myself and my spirit is finally free from cover. Unraveling the conditioning and programming continues to take introspection and will never cease. Life is beautiful once you decide to discover what your soul truly came here to do. Mine is to spread love and kindness. I host a blog about my journey at https://www.emotionalmusings.com and have written 3 books of poetry available on Amazon. “Emotional Musings” “My Soul’s Language” and “My Heart’s Song”  https://linktr.ee/Ladysag77

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On His Balcony

He’s growing jalapenos
In a planter box he fashioned
From scrap wood and nails.

Every morning he stands out
In the sun smiling
Plastic cup full of sink water
To nurse his buds.

He calls me out to see them
How they’ve grown
Since the morning last-

And I look at him
(and his sprouts)
And smile back.

We stand there often
On the balcony
Taking in a day beginning-
The quiet
Tired-eyed
Bliss…

It’s beautiful to watch
The way he cares
For little things.

And to know
He cares for me.

I’m an aspiring poet and musician and have been posting poems on my blog “Young Old Soul” since the pandemic started this March. Professionally I’m an officer in the Navy, but in my free time I write short poems inspired from my everyday life.

Here’s the link to my blog if you’d like the check it out: https://fromayoungoldsoul.wordpress.com
And my Instagram for music is: @thealanadavis

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