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NAVINA posted in the group National Poetry Month
WAITING
Waiting ….
I wait …
I stay …
In place …I’m waiting…
I’m praying …
In my space….Waiting …
The long days ..
My same road ways
Time.. slow pace …Waiting….
Hoping for a change
For a hand in marriage
That man that’s only a mirageWaiting…
For a love
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Yes thank you .. I mean that creep could’ve grabbed me fast. But I think he didn’t as it was day and in front of the dairy Queen. Idk but I do feel Angels were with me. I don’t go out much like I used to and I don’t trust many out there. But I do go out maybe to the library to a restaurant, things like that. But like how I did , no and I hardly do because I have my princess I love watching and spending time with. I don’t like going out and she stays home without me. She with my parents and nephew but in general without me, doesn’t feel right. So I don’t , maybe I’ll go on a date if there’s one but after the date is over I go home. And I’m so cautious of my surroundings too. I keep keen observation on dates too. So I watch them from far to make sure they do leave without trying to follow me. I’ve seen too much to not play it smart.
And yes a pair of strong legs are good for strong running. At that time I was very young and I could’ve run fast lol. I’m older and I can only run as fast as I can. But my supervision is very strong.
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NAVINA posted in the group National Poetry Month
A STORM’S MIMIC EMOTIONS
Why does it rain?
When I’m sad?
Does it feel my pain?
When things go bad?How can it last long?
I’m still crying
When will it be gone?
The outside is pouring.Where is the sun?
To feel better
I just wanna go out and run
Even with this dark weatherI try to smile a bit
And when I do
I see the r…Read More2 Comments -
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NAVINA posted in the group National Poetry Month
THE STORM’S EYES
Tornado you seek
The darkness
I feel weak ..
The skies in complete blackness
Your power I’ll see all week.Clouds move like spilled ink
On a grey canvas
That I left to streak
Brushing with slugs
As an artist, you can’t peek.My art smears as the storm claims
Bold dark colors
Watch how it fades
I’m happy…Read More - Load More Posts
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You’re very lucky. Some people are screwed up in the head and become dangerous. Situational awareness and a good pair of legs to run are always good options.