Tragic Painting 

Crawl inside this decorated masterpiece. 

Crawl in the garden of this hollow fairy tale. 

Crawl in the trenches to gasp for air.

Crawl inside this lost graveyard. 

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Crawl inside this wound of romance. 

Crawl in the river between anger and hate. 

Crawl in the carnival to laugh at despair.

Crawl inside this forgotten casket. 

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Crawl inside this broken melody, 

Crawl in the words of this pale chapter.

Crawl in the tainted memories. 

Crawl inside this tragedy without a trace. 

The Letter I Never Sent

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Several years have passed,
emotions pouring out to a blank page day after day.
The courage was present as it was written,
but my heart was held captive.
I lacked the gumption to place it in the envelope.
My foolish pride is sitting quietly on a hill,
not feeling a breeze or gazing into the midnight sky.
It’s presence lives in danger and is isolated.
The fears that I kept close to my chest are chained and bound.
I sense laughter and stupidity if I wore my heart on my sleeve.
Perhaps this approach, philosophy, explains why I am sitting at a park bench by myself on a Saturday afternoon.

Several years have passed,
the letter sits underneath the lamp at my desk.
It reminds me to push forward and to take a leap of faith.
Today the courage is alive and have left my cocoon.
The more I learn about the opposite sex,
the more I discover more about myself.
I have charm, wit, intellect, and heart.
I have style, humor, and hope.
I believe in myself and have so much to offer.
The fears that I once had have disappeared.
Perhaps this approach, philosophy explains why there is love in my life.

Feels good to smile

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Little hearts love me innocently.
Little hands hug me genuinely.
Little faces smile at me sweetly.
Little feet run to me eagerly.
Little bodies bring me joy unknowingly.
Little packages contain huge blessings daily.

 


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Image source: Google images
Contents compiled: May 2 2017
Originally published: May 2 2017
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