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This is Blizzard... fear his mighty roar

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This poem is amazing... Speaks volumes💜

he always prized himself on his resilience knock him down never a frown he’ll get back up it’s just bad luck move along the track no point looking back always there for others bending his ear no bother helping out but keeping it out never affecting his state of mind a sort of detached but kind after all if he caved in then what then what use would he be either to them or to he got quite good at boxing things compartmentalising categorising compromising desensitising but now he’s coming to realise that each time he tries to box things away his brain cells say no way can’t you see we’re full no more of your bull taking no more contents boxes obvious dissent and as he lifts each top to box more things off past demons once contained in boxes in his brain burst onto the scene with howls and screams and now so many are free a daily haunting spree he struggles to comprehend how he originally created them his mind totally aghast at the ghosts of his past

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Image - Ghost Council of Orzhova by velinov on DeviantArt

Phoenix

And the sands of time Seep down through The hole of the hour glass With each grain More time passed And over time Everything changes Rearranged So you play the Chameleon Changing your skin To fit in But deep down You’re the same But at some point Your camouflage Is ineffective Requiring you to be Reflective And what remains Jumps into the flames Burning to ashes Arising reinvented Your Phoenix Flying out to the new The old left to burn In the flames Of the past

“Time”

We do not see time Yet in the blink Of an eye Time passes by There is nothing more Precious Than time As without time Nothing can be yours Or mine Yet we have no time Not a minute To truly live during it Slaves to time But shouldn’t we slave For more time How we spend Our time Is after all our choice Yours and mine It can be said We have things but We really have nothing As when time is gone All things become Bygones We may be good at Timekeeping But time can never Really be Kept Yet There is one Appointment Where we all arrive on time Time is the gift Most divine Yet it never lingers Just slips Through your fingers

I love this

Chef's Special

Tell everybody I’m rotten, That my heart is rancid, Hidden behind a candy coating. Go ahead, stuff them with the Heavily garnished dish you serve To make yourself look better. They will rave and crave more, Even as they’re bloated to bursting. Send them to me with heaps of sugar So I know they gorged on your Spiced up, juicy entrees with Me as the bitter center, You the martyred master chef. But I wasn’t the first to get fed Up with your poison (It seems to be your specialty) And I won’t be the last if you Refuse to see the one key Ingredient in every course: You

“poets”

by focusing so much on each woeful stanza are we missing out on life’s wondrous bonanza