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Crying is Passion

Crying is

passion

for life

Feeling is through tears

not skin

Feel the pain

the joy

the loss

the happiness

within

Crying is not a sin

Embrace yours

your feelings

just cause

you want to

just cause

you can

let yourself

go

feel free

grieve

remember

explore from the inside

out

don’t forget to shout

go all out

crying

is

passion

for

life

Iron Butterfly

Ironically

eloquence

comes in

your final

hours, days, months, years

of desperation

after you’ve already asked politely

then questioned confusedly

erupted in anger

fallen silent

and erupted again

began to hate everyone

for a day

and everything

for an hour

lies seemed like the

only flowers that bloomed

after meaningfully meaningless discussions

which you wonder

really existed

in your mind

is where it all began

you went left

instead of right

you forgot you had to fight

things seemed easy for a while

you lingered too long on a smile

and now

ironically eloquence

comes in

your flickering final

glimpses of sanity

you know you’re not going to win

unless

you fly

Family Is

Family is indescribable
often unknown
underrated
and overdeveloped
in theory
connections made
and very unmade
hiding behind closed doors
sneaking down hallways
marrying on paper
not in public
Family is familiar
often unmistakable
blunt force trauma
upon door openings
on first sight
regrettable
and unforgettable
or
loving
or fighting
or both
Family is serious
Family is invisible
and visible
and always
real

Seize the PayDay

What does it mean
when you come full
circle and still
remember
value
thirst
need
greed
circle it
walk away
come back
and still
remember
love
hate
your past
your desires
you go home
you go to sleep
you wake up and
come back to it
circle it
circle around it
sit on it
never letting go of all
that must be
and that should not have been
what does it mean when you can
heal
and
stand taller than you have ever stood
before
you used to
cry a lot
you used to be bitter
and resent
the same things
every single morning
you used to form lines
on your face
from scrunching it so much
so dissatisfied
so out of touch
with even yourself
not realizing that there is
more to you
than what you could have had
but
didn’t get and won’t
you need something bigger
than what you can’t have
you need to grow
evolve beyond your constant desires
learn
something
new
because anything that you really need
is always going to find it’s way to you
as long as you don’t give
into it
that feeling
up
that feeling
away
that feeling
back
that feeling
it means that you are living
and you can see the future
as that which you own
and have always owned
seize the payday

The Lying and the Fool

The Lying and The Fool

The Lion and The Jewel
was the lying and the fool
the fool was a woman
who got lost in the woods
an abnormality understated
a woman who
wakes up early
in the morning
and stretches
shakes it all off
who wants more
and works for
it
never loses it
who expects more
and never
chooses
it
gets chosen
the right way
knows how to forage
and
cut trees down
low
doesn’t need to climb up high
and swing from pole to pole
not knowing where loyalties lie
not knowing where lions cry
not knowing where beauty dies
makes it
easy for you to get lost
or lose it
but
a good woman
thundering her own applause
who sharpens her claws
and smiles when challenges wax
and wanes insane
never gets lost
in the woods
in the hood
is never misunderstood
can explain
make it plain
reflects on disdain
and never accepts
it is
not obviously something she is
going to get
if
she tries…..
the east and the west
at best
cannot get her
the north and the south
closed mouth
cannot convince her
when rooted strong
in common sense
she goes hence
she never forgets
to learn
something new
every day
means she flies