Recklessly exposing

their insides

and undies,

writers rip

their hearts

out of chests

bravely soaking

ink into paper,

turning inward

out and

outward in.

Gentle droplets ripple the

Surface of an emotion

Long too still

Breezy waving fabric

Veils & for sales

An underlying will

Expanding bosom bellows

Air so fair to share

With those inert

Numb to his little hurt

For the privledged

Need not care

Lazy grazing gentle beast

Mural, amorally amorous view

Adorning horns

Warnings strong

Have pity on

Nature’s calm

Mighty over you

It’s docile eyes

Stare on forever

Gently blinking

Soft shades of fine leather

Drawing sympathy

Warm & tender...

Sawing symphonies-

The majestic dismembered

Empty belly

The great pretender

Down one knee

Closer to see

Sensating fingertips

Rub together clayed mud

From over yonder spilling blood

Craving & contrition

Conflicting in thee

Running Rabbits in the streets

Windy animation rustles

Grassy fenced off fields

Rolling-loping hills

Autumn browning

Creeping winter chills

Harvest profit yields

Screaming-dreaming

Sunshine & all

Trespassers reveal

The flowered fallow where

Compassion ran shallow

Plastic payments

Plastic meals

Dirty little fingers with

Deep pockets to steal

Forlorn-sullen-lemon setting

Into arcane melting red

Twilight eyes gravely

Shepard all the dead

Chin to knees

Perched so low

From beneath the soil

An infant grows

Salty-slippery face...

Below tables with no space

In a world he can’t control

Nobody’s orphan

Somebody to embrace

That one we sha’nt console

Coiling-trembling

Below stars so cold

Thin slit eyes

Await sunrise

And what tomorrow holds...

Bravery is a rare quality to have but it is one that is sure to last.

In my close friends I admire the courage, strength, and steady pace.

Courage to confront a problem face-to-face.

To tell a friend when their minds aren't in the right place.

To spare a person from hard-feelings and to forgive gracefully.

In beloved stories we see the best of courage,

Fighting the monster, the corruption, the greed

Saving the world and after smoking some Pipe-weed.

Learning from friends and stories, I build up my life to leave a decent story.

Facing fears and confrontations alike.

Holding up my head despite any dislike.

We all have a little bit of bravery, we just need to bring it out.

Grab hold of the courage for in times of fear it helps us keep our minds clear.

#poetry

Bravery is how we find a way to say "I'm fine, don't worry, I promise I'll be okay". It's how we get up every morning and face this world of gray when all we want to do is say "Please just go away". It's how we wipe away the tears and glue a smile to our face just so nobody will know that we wish to end this day. Bravery is how we fight to win the battles that we hate even though we know that they will never go away. Bravery is how we get out of bed everyday...

Brave, being able to stand out, when others shut you down

Not letting anyone throw you around

Standing up for whats right

Never backing down from a fight

Being the best person you can be

Rising up to the next challanges

The only thing that makes you brave is by being able to stay true to you

In the misty hours before it gets bright

All in the still of the night

Not a sound can be heard

Except for an occasional bird

Looking at photos from decades ago

People you knew whom left long ago

Are they still near

When you begin to hear

Deep back in your mind

Stories they told you more than one time

It’s like they are standing there

All while you stare

In perfect pitch

Your memory turned on a switch

The sound of them speaking

Is just what you’re seeking