For All Of Us

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We talk a good

personae, give a

fake view to those 

we know, those we

meet.

.

No one knows

what goes on inside

each human when

they are alone with 

themselves.

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We see smiles not

illnesses; hurts that

overpower the mind's

wellbeing. We show hale

and whole, joy and laughter,

and let evil rot away

the sources of mirth

and kindness.

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We feel our own anger,

fears, dejections, but keep

our grieving sealed away

from the eyes upon us.

Hypocritically, we dote

and compliment, praise

and cajole, the while

being emotionally mute.

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It is not a constant state.

It comes and goes. Good

days tilt the balance until

a smile is a smile and a

hug once more

is sincere.

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allets

08-05-16

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Mine

comes and stays ...it's always with me. And no one would know, cause you can't tell from looking at me. "The Tears of a Clown"

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Mine Would

.

But I grin in a mirror 

read a great book,

look at kid movies,

dial up the music

and disolve the angst.

So many are hurting

inside, and poetry

can touch it and try

to give ease if only 

for a rare few moments. 

You are what you think, 

and they tell me, what

you eat.


:D  ~allets~





 

 

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Hearts that know this eventually find each other. I love this, and was asked the question just yesterday, "if you could rid the world of anyone thing today, what would it be?" my answer, "Insincerity". Love ur writes Ms Stella...beautiful poet lady!


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "

 

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I Must Stop Blushing Now

Without hesitation, I would answer, "Racism". The last frontier is where we feel; no one can control that. We chose to give away (or are conditioned to give away) our most precious freedom. The choice of emotional expression. Thank for reading this scribbling. ~A~