My Mind, My Mood, My delicately poisoned pen…

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Hopkins Creekside Park


You can’t see what it really is
From the middle
Because you can’t perceive
What it actually might be
Until you’ve seen it before
And have a frame of reference 
So I know about settling and being free
I know loneliness and happiness and peace
I know longing and desperation
Confidence and passion
And fear and I are friends
But you can’t think that’s a ship
If ships don’t exist in your world 
It’s just weight on the wind
I know boyfriends and enemies and kin 
He calls it love but I call it lust
Because he’s a novice and I a veteran
Neither of us are visionaries
Until it ends
Just explorers telling stories
Therefore if we don’t let it-
What then- Is he right for once or I again?

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Poet and Author originally from Indianapolis, Indiana, and a lover of words, expressions, and creativity. Mother of one, Member of the Ohio Poetry Association, a former member of the California Writers Club, Winner of the Barry Wright Scholarship for Poetry, and consummate Dorothy Parker, Nikki Giovanni, and Chuck Palahniuk fangirl. Contact The Author at MissTLBanks@yahoo.com Follow Me at bandit_the_ravenous on Instagram

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