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August 20 baseball?excruciating pain
the only way to begin...
one strike, two strikes
three and you're out
i've lost the game
but still standing here
stepping up to the plate
still expected to bat
i've been defeated
yet being forced
to continue
to carry on
all because
i'm on this team alone April 29 untitledtortured....tangled by the mass of my confusion.....i seek justice and i seek truth, yet none are within my reach-bringing about my own disappointment......there is no cure for the insanity that surrounds me......mocks me........leaving me to find my own way out of the mire.....scared and alone i grasp for anyone to see and reach out to me.......my persistance repays me with lonliness and abandon........i am no more enlightened in my endeavor......instead, i am more caged than before.......reckless and turning my back on all that haven't heeded my cries, my sorrows, or my need for solace.....i distrust all that i know October 22 Sara TeasdaleI have discovered a new poet. Her words really speak to me.
Debt
What do I owe to you
Who loved me deep and long?
You never gave my spirit wings
Or gave my heart a song.
But oh, to him I loved,
Who loved me not at all, I owe the open gate That led through heaven's wall.
People that I meet and pass October 21 Elizabeth Bishop-One Art The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. --Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster. this is one art i seem to be great at-i have mastered something. candy October 18 darkness
the sea is wanting to be calmed the restlessness no longer welcoming reaching out for the shore the hours pass mercilessly will the dark waters consume within the current growning stronger pulling me under, pulling me in through the seething currents the waters begin to recede all that's below, slowly being revealed to me September 28 aloneseekingdeparture from this dark night
admonition i seek sleep is what i yearn it all but escapes me restless thoughts
concealed strife inflamed by this worry burning inside me anxious care
drowning in my world intense emotions nothing easy to swallow trapped by thought
shackled by my mind lost in time no logical thoughts follow  September 05 little poemi am ready to get away
ready to leave take me away from here i can no longer breathe trapped by these thoughts
always spinning around i can't leave them behind they do nothing but bring me down why this self doubt
why still, all of this pain not trusting in myself a prisoner with no escape i want to be happy please can someone hear i cannot stop them why do i fear August 19 old stuffwhere do i have to go
to quiet this restlessness
constantly mocking me
where do i belong
where can i breathe
is it the reality
of a far away place
or is it inside of me
i am drowning
without taking
the plunge
give it up,
let it go
or these thoughts
will continue
to follow
without relief
or any peace
learn to quiet
the noise inside of me
all the power is
within your reach
it's been a long
time in wait
so let it go
and set yourself
free May 26 thursday nightthrough trying times and life's misery there's always been a way to pick myself up and continue lost and alone i continue to behold a solitude above any other i fear nothing and i want nothing in return except to relish this gift and never forget from whom it comes
silence breeds thoughts which i cannot escape from i need a soft place to fall a soft place to land without the confidence to stand alone i cling to others who cannot fix who cannot prevent all that i fear or the lonliness i know
empty spaces far off places i've tried so many things to replace all that i needed braving the worst all on my own courage and wisdom i long to know
paralyzed by fear all i can do is stand here awake and alert to my thoughts i cannot get away there is no escaping April 18 Poetry IIcloudy, disconcerting thoughts my head is empty in my future path
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