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by Dagmar Wilson
I had this illusion of perfect togetherness
visualized a beautiful landscape on an empty...
I’m trying to be pretty.
Comb my hair...
by Ben Pickard
today I confirmed
my craziness by cutting...
I act as a magnet attracting negativity
This energy I can’t control...
by BOB GALLO
What an endless night!
What a cruel life...
If dreaming paths the way to where you are
Then why has none to you, so taken me...
The saddest tears are the driest ones seen in the bravest smile.
Don't tell one who writes of grief to rethink their "I" statements. When you know they had tears on their hands as they wrote, don't say the poem could be better. You might as well say their grief could be worse.
If someone shares a poem with you that is meant to help close an open wound, they don't want your opinion. They want your hand on their shoulder, gripping it tight.