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Thursday, August 28, 2025
Saturday, August 16, 2025
questions
questions burn
pages turn
still some secrets
I must learn
behind, our past
don't look back
nothing there
but smoke and ash
still, the dreams
my mind screams
waylaid answers
I get it seems
in between
crisp, fresh sheets
love starts over
for you and me
one more time
it's all fine
still I wonder
if your heart's mine

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pages turn
still some secrets
I must learn
behind, our past
don't look back
nothing there
but smoke and ash
still, the dreams
my mind screams
waylaid answers
I get it seems
in between
crisp, fresh sheets
love starts over
for you and me
one more time
it's all fine
still I wonder
if your heart's mine

sed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
between wonder and love
they meet in the middle
between east and west
between sunrise and sunset
somewhere between dependence and indifference
they meet in the middle
between unsure and surreal
between unopened and unsealed
somewhere between give and take
they meet in the middle
between rain and sun
between ended and just begun
somewhere between fact and fiction
they meet in the middle
between forgiveness and grace
between bittersweet and a honey taste
somewhere between wonder and love
somewhere between blue sky and monsoon
once again, they meet in the middle

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
between east and west
between sunrise and sunset
somewhere between dependence and indifference
they meet in the middle
between unsure and surreal
between unopened and unsealed
somewhere between give and take
they meet in the middle
between rain and sun
between ended and just begun
somewhere between fact and fiction
they meet in the middle
between forgiveness and grace
between bittersweet and a honey taste
somewhere between wonder and love
somewhere between blue sky and monsoon
once again, they meet in the middle

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
Thursday, August 14, 2025
can't
she took the word can't, and threw it away
changed it to can, that very same day
took the frown, turned it upside down
erasing the wrinkles, creased in her brow
things started changing, not always first try
but again and again till she got it right
it seemed to get easier, to figure things out
and so she moved quicker, erasing the doubts
I'm never going back, to the ways of the old
so onward and upward, on this road she rolled
her outlook had changed, her life had improved
and all she had done, was that can't was removed
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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