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Poetry is like this

You can find love and love can’t find you

You can have a house and you can lose it in a blink of an eye

You can have happiness and happiness don’t have a hold of you

Sometimes you don’t have to experience pain and pain don’t have to experience you

Written by Arneteria Benford

Happy

Happy…
Happy is where I longed to be
Happy is where I need to be
Happy comes from people I know, love and respect
Happy can be frustrating, sad, lonely and afraid
Happy makes you wonder how you can stay that way
Happy times are the best days of my life
Happy brings people you miss back into your life
Happy says please, thank you and I love you
Happy says you are special, beautiful, kind, friendly and funny at a certain time
Happy is where you were born, birth and restored
Happy is harmony created to encourage, lift, inspire
Happy isn’t confusion, lost nor need to be found
Happy is why I’m writing you this morning
Thank you for making me feel Happy even though I’m full of grieving and emotional pain

You and I

You and I are better than this
You and I are loveable sweet kind-hearted souls that connect strings of notes into flows of music with such a melody that turns heads in both of our direction
You and I will achieve believe that beauty lives skin deep beauty with the touch of your presence can cause situations to become fruitful blessings from all directions
You and I are the pairs that hold our hand’s hearts and smiles together you and I was will and always be happy rejoin together forever
I love you and I so much

Written by Arneteria Benford

Question everything.

Scatterbrained and endless,

Rocketing through neurons,

Through experiences,

With no time concept,

Just dreams.

Dreams that burst through into reality.

Shaking my core.

Rocking the bed

Flying high.

No clouds.

Just nines.

No, negatives.

Take one.

Swerve to ten.

Go getter.

Get guddda.

No stutter.

Speak up.

Act right.

Straight edge.

Back again.

Off again.

All facts.

I runnit till I can’t I breath

No air, I still thrive.

Take one.

I make it 11.

Why?

-Chaz Sonique