Poetry Blogs (truth)

Over crowded buses over crowded city
Superficial wallowing i poor me self pity
Darkness pulling but I
Repellent opposite magnet am I
You pull I move reverse
Repellent magnet can not be compatible
In this case safe
Oh so safe the envy of no one although the secrecy protected in such visual disceipt
You all are too far taken
I seem odd for being awake
just be ready to awaken

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inside of you,

that constant voice

knows you better 

than anyone else.

she’s been there

when no one else was.

she knows she’ll never

steer you wrong.

she’ll direct you forward, 

& retract you 

from uncomfortable situations.

no matter if they say otherwise, 

listen to her.

friends know a side of you,

your lover knows another,

but she knows...

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Today's blog is a poem (well, two poems actually) where there are two versions of the poem and I have not yet been able to settle my feelings about which version 'wins'. I feel like there should stay two versions of it.

Version 1 – Personal

If Life will be what it has to be,
And Death will come when it comes,
And all the moments that I breathe
Happiness still is mine to give myself...

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I am the real deal, and so are you.
But what is the real deal?

Is it all of the cards we're given
Or the purpose of absolutely everything?
Or is it the sum of both?

We are the real deal
And we are finding out what that is.
 

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In films
they always have music
for all their moments.
I've wished I could.

If I had
my own song playing,
my own vibrant tune 
to live by,
I could dance
through life.

In films
you always know
the dramatic moments;
programs us to think
our own lives are empty,
or that we cannot dance
without a tune.

When the truth is
that we are full
with the power to create;
our own rhyth...

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