I always return to Poetry,
It’s my psychiatric Oasis,
The best of friends
That will ever be,
A very good form of therapy.
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Tears clean our eyes,
What good is it to cry?If all that hurts,Remains the same.
We love to share our poems
The story is very simple,Love is the poets’ call.
Sudden storms exploding in the brain,
Flashing on to words and sounds,Light that follows, newly found.
We’re a strange lot,
Sliding up and down,Moody steeple,Want and want not,What can you trustOr trust not?Who can help you thru the dark?Life is no amusement park,Explanations one or many,Let me know if you chose any.
Some Poems
Miracles!No explanationThey just, AREAnd if anythingSurvives,They will,Being Eternity’sStars.
The Magic of poetry,
Things and feelings,You cannot see,But that are felt, effortlessly,One might say, miraculously.