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Union St.

Updated on March 16, 2017

nervous hours interrupt my life
i feel the center of my body cringing tight
i point my eyes to the sky
and i know i'm alive
stepping hard-and-fast with right ideas
I hate the broken solutions you sent to me the day before
surprise.......! my motors run off soul-eating spite
your prevention is a refuge
a soft pillow for the traitor in my head
I'm a prisoner going through a native winter
a creature living without a coat
my occupation still nothing but a question
discussions of mortal phenomena,
temperatures risings, healthy hours
voices complaining
my ear pressed against the pillow
I'm begging for absolution
i thrust my hands through my chest
deep into my soul and search for a remedy
search for a way to make it right

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      DREAM ON 4 months ago

      I hope you write another poem soon. Have you noticed your hubs have already been read a thousand times. Great job! Life gives us the unexpected and it is up to us to turn it into something marvelous. Happy Spring or welcome the rain and snow. Either way enjoy your day.

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      DREAM ON 5 months ago

      Letting your words explain your ideas, thoughts and plans. Finding solutions in a troubled world. Rediscovering a piece of our inner spirit that is alive and well. Thank you for sharing and caring.