Tag Archives: feelings

Trinkets

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Little trinkets in my drawer;

My nightstand

Where i keep my most valuable

Treasures.

They would mean nothing to

Anyone else.

I put them out sometimes and reminisce.

What memory may be tugging at my heart?

What color am i feeling today?

Nostalgic

Or happy.

Maybe sad and missing someone,

Missing someplace.

Maybe i should toss them all out

And start over.

Brave and Beautiful

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Sometimes you

Bare your soul

And there is silence.

You do not know whether they think you are an

Idiot

Or they just do not know what to say.

So you wrap yourself back up knowing

That you are brave and beautiful regardless.

Let them be them and you be you.

There is no right or wrong in the realm of 

feelings.

Stop

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Sometimes I turn my back on

Myself

To stop the writing,

The ever pressing feelings.

Pretend not to listen to all the thoughts

Ricocheting

On my insides.

My heart and head

Moving at the speed of light.

I hold on too tight

Trying to tame them,

Trying to shrink them

That I may grasp and squeeze them

Into ink.

Most often

They do not translate;

They do not fit.

Unsoundness of mind

Prevails.

Alienation my companion.

Sometimes.

More Than A Tear

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I shed a tear today.

For all the years

I lived

And

Loved

In fear.

And I forgave myself for the mistakes

I made.

For the feelings I kept

Trapped

In

My

Throat.

For the times I gave too much

                                                                        Of

                                                                                                    Me.

I allowed myself,

To

Love

Me

For every little moment

That I had traded bits of my soul

To

Keep

The

Peace.

Truth be told,

I

Shed

More than

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                                                                                                Tear.

Still

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You are still in my heart
Where you will
Always live.
I made it
Through winter’s storm
And carry you still.
I wake up every morning,
Dreams lingering
In my mind.
Yet I hold you
Quietly
In my heart.
The pictures have faded,
But not the ones
In my blood.
The feelings
Recalled reside inside me.
Yes,
I endured the silence without you.
Yet always,
I keep you with me.