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optimisticme

Who told you?

Who told you THAT story of life? THAT STORY cuts like a knife, a fable , you are not able , ,,, to resist,, takes over your life?
And you cease to exist on your own?, you need help from above? you need love?, to protect you from what? something you forgot?
Did you not exist in some form before you were here? Of course you did, let go the fear!, its all about you, ,,,, its all about me too, we are all connected, unfortunatly subejected, and sometimes rejected, there are soo many many ideas of what THIS could be, its really simple ultimately, it IS about you and it IS about me!
The End
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Posted: Jan 2022
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optimisticme

Linear way?

So we live our lives in a linear way, we are born, we live, we die, nothing more to say?
First Spring, wonderful and new, then Summer appears, brings happiness and fears,
seems to last so long, but then its gone, and Autumn takes its rightful place, shows us
the human race, we were never born to live too long, Winter plays the final song.
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Posted: Jan 2022
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optimisticme

Just a thought

As I listen to the rain drops,,falling on my roof, lost in contemplation, not being aloof, just thinking about existance, how they reflect it all,, they are here, they fall, they cease to exist,,, just like us all,, a moment in time, its all that we are, dont look to the future, dont look too far, we're a whisper in time, we can cease to be, suddenly, ,,,,,,,, its all made up, by you and me.
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Posted: Dec 2021
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optimisticme

When the leaves fall

The wonderment of bird song, on a summer day, the beauty of the leaves that fall, and how they float , then lay,, .............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

If I die today, then let me say, its all a load of bollocks, you live you die, you laugh, you cry, you grow,,, you know,,, that all that it is ,,, and all that it could have been, no terrible sin, you can never change what will be,,, so,, relax and let go and just see.
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Posted: Dec 2021
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optimisticme

Christmas

She loves christmas, why?, her beauty is enveloped in the childness and wonderfulness
of it all, the sound of christmas songs, the lights that light the sky, the smell of christmas cooking, and the happiness in their eye, the feeling deep inside, of wondermant she cant hide and all it come to be, is the child she wants to be! xx
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Posted: Nov 2021
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christmas
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optimisticme

thought

Did you sacrifice today for what you could have lived with?, did you lose a part of you just because it did not fit? Is it worth it all to end it all to begin with?,, tomorrow is a day that we dont know, could be an existance , a show,, never wonder why its as its is,,, it just is,,, and you can never be all that you can be,,, do you see?
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Posted: Nov 2021
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thought
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optimisticme

Yvonne

I met her yesterday, I asked for a picture I got one eye, no body shot, nothing, but that eye that looked into my soul, and now, yesterday has turned into years, she dispelled my fears, she made me the man i wanted to be, someone I could be proud of for someone to see, now I am real, now I can feel, she is my wonderful entity, that I will love for eternity!
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
She saved me!
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wayne34

Magma

Silent whispers of gas
Rises from caverns deep
Hints of smoke and steam
Ground pushed gravity rise from ash - heat and smoke flames from
Within caverns deep
Rising magma flow blows smoke and ash
Rivers flow like hot mooltan flames rising as water flows from deep
Tesions rise as hot melts the surface gravity falls and flows cascades it downward flow to oceans deep
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Posted: Oct 2021
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QuietStormF

Evermore




Evermore(for Michael)

September's not a friend of mine,
In,fact it is a foe.
So many far off places, shoulder's shrugged,
And can only lamely lament,
that I simply, cold not go.

The days seemed to be,
a constant managerie. With, no place,
Safe enough to land,
Thus The struggle within doubts and mire.
For the two go hand in hand,,

And so I spent the summer, love.
Wrapped, cocooned, in your warm embrace,,
The sunlight, dancing, majestically, and,
Quite slowly, tracing new lines on my face..

Summer's always been my special love, ,
But, alas. August, is not anymore..
Perhaps, next year, I'll come sauntering up your walk.
Fall mums and leaves, crunching, neath my feet..
And leave a note upon your door.

Your's, for Evermore.
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Posted: Sep 2021
About this poem:
Our favourite season, or it was... just not the same, since my husband passed.. God, I miss him!
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justruby

"STRONGER?"

I wish I had my rose-coloured glasses,
so I could see the colours of your optimism.
You say we can be stronger than our painful wounds.
Maybe it's true.
Maybe I could play the same role again too.

I could love and get myself hurt,
all over again,
and survive through each rejection,
getting by after mind games
from every conniving player,
standing tall after the most familiar...
...sense of abandonment.

Yes, I can.
In fact, I've done that often.
I have no doubts over my own perseverance.
Remember, I've been so good at being alone.

For too long,
I've stopped with all the expectations.
I'm a lone warrior.
I've treated my own wounds,
by making myself feel numb.

I know I've been strong enough,
but what if I've grown tired?
What if I'm fed up with playing the same damn role?

R.
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Posted: Jun 2021
About this poem:
About one's mental exhaustion ...
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