Poem #204

She was a fire born on a hot summer day.
Her heart was kind but too exposed so it
became a liability. She realized to late
what kind of place the world is and somehow
the fire got burned. There’s ice running
through her veins now. The fire is dying out.

Typewriter Poetry

Positivity Press #5

Spring is here and even if the sun is playing hide and seek, nature is blossoming.
And with it, roses. All colors.
They are enchanting our senses. Eyes and nostrils.
I could spend hours bathing in their freshness, beauty and grace…
 
Have a lovely day.
Marie

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Poem #201

There’s only one way to conquer your pain.
Find comfort in it. Take it as a sign that you
still feel, that there’s still fight in you.
When you hurt, you breathe.
When you hurt, you are forced to find healing.
But when you are numb there’s nothing left.
Hurt. Yell. Break. Mend. Hit lower than bottom
and build a staircase out of nothing.

Poem #186

She finally got to hear those words.
You offered her the moon and the stars
and the sun and the whole world but she refused.
You’ve been gone for so long and she
became stronger and capable of walking alone.
The darkness wasn’t the big bad wolf trying to swallow her.
She made a friend out of it.

Poem #185

Love is what happens when two wholes
combine in a feeling higher than themselves.
Attachment is what comes to life when two
broken pieces try desperately to act like
they are a puzzle.