Poem -

the switch

and then there was nothing
at all in her head so she
switched off the world and
returned back to bed and,

then she arose and deleted
her words because most
thoughts
 are pointless and 
best never heard
 and,

don't you agree...

M ~

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Shirley Harrison

I definitely don't agree, keep your spark bright my dear Marion. 🌹 

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Nine Eleven

Opinions mean nothing 
comments fade away
As quick as our thoughts are processed 
our words are yesterday 

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Twilla Carpenter

Ouch. That struck in a very personal place. Well written, my friend. 

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Lorna

Hello Marion, I get this (i hope) as I do the same frequently...I have so many half filled notebooks, where somtimes especially when I'm sad or under pressure....I write some of the most depressing erm shit (apologies for swearing)...and I think I can't post that ...what will people think?... but I consider it therapy..yet this really struck a chord 
lorna xx

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Marion

You can't  apologise for swearing to me, not if you've read some of my writes!!...they'd make a parrot blush Lorna 😆 yea...I don't know what it is but I'm glad I'm.not alone...I often post these days, especially in the night then wake up mortified in the morning and instantly delete...thankyou for making me not the only mad one on here 😆😁
💕
 

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Lorna

Haha...all poets are mad as a box of frogs ...someone once said that to me and it's so very true!! You are definitely in good company
lorna xx

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Marion

My psychiatrist will be pleased to know that 😆😆😆🤩

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