mad hippie poet 1974 (new jersey)

It is the day before my birthday; some say it is not a God damn holiday, well I say otherwise. There have been so many twists and turns and lessons forgotten and learned. I see and hear things now in a different light than I would have been better off letting go and others that I would fight for in a heartbeat. My soul is breathing again, and of these lives, it wants more.

I look at these branches of a tree and realize that their leaves are the store of me, and like a book with pages, the chapters fall freely to the ground, and the nail-bitter parts are the only ones that make an intriguing sound.

I have been broken, beaten, and bruised. Lesson learned, and to give up, I refused. Love me or Hate me, there are those things that you must admire. Maybe it is my fighting spirit or this screenplay that I am franticly writing because I am not getting any older, only younger falling in reverse with lessons learned. And breaking my curse, everything is a book with a lesson to be learned
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Written on May 18, 2023

Submitted by Oakley on May 18, 2023

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I have been writing for 40 years my poetry is about life,death love,and redemption. after having two near death expiercences and a TBI my poetry has become more spirtual more…

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  • Poeticbee
    I usually reflect the day before my birthday on all the passing age has thought me, before celebrating my new age the next day. Great poem
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