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Don't give upWhen your life seems to get too tough
And you feel that you've had enough
Please do not throw your goals away
But try again another day
If cold despair clouds your visions
Avoid any big decisions
Although, right now, you're feeling blue
Take time to think your options through
Ask for help - you are not alone
See friends, or use your telephone
And talk about the way you feel
Soon, better days could become real
Don't give up on your aims and dreams
However hopeless they might seem
If your heart tells you to achieve
Ignore those who do not believe
Look after yourself for a while
Nurture the smallest hope and smile
Only you can complete your plan
So, don't give up while you still can
Kick in the headMy artist's soul was crushed one night,
As I overheard, while sitting there;
Like a slap, the words left me pale and white
And wishing that I did not care.
Like a kick in the head – it was quite unexpected –
And the harsh words I heard, I took to heart.
It was another's work being rejected –
By the acid-tipped tongues disrespecting his art.
Yet, to these same people, I'd bared my own soul,
And I'd assumed my work had been well received;
But now I wanted to crawl into a bottomless hole -
For what was said behind my back? Had I, too, been deceived?
The sudden thwack hit me, and my mind unraveled -
Spreading whispy threads about the place.
The disappointed fibers traveled;
Unwoven by my feelings of bitter disgrace.
I wondered - was my work as bad as his had been?
Was I not a real artist? Would I ever be?
I had once been hopeful, confident and keen,
But all of these feelings had now left me.
On that night, I lost my nerve - but my lust for art remained.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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