You, If I Could (found poem)

You, If I Could

you need to find me again

the past is my happy home

never questioning if I

could open myself to you

because I felt completely wanted

content being anything with you

our timing just never feels right

I see your love around me

you give me your soul’s sign

and I want you to come back

knowing you will love me forever

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love makes you cry (found poem)

love makes you cry

Everything reminds me of you

nothing reminds you of me

there’s no point in writing this

you miss everyone else

can you miss me too?

I do miss you

and miss you, I know

love makes you cry

non-stop

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If You Wanted Me (found poem)

If You Wanted Me

Half knowing past souls

when half way love feels right.

Never directly happy being myself

questioning again our life content.

You don’t want to know me

because you never wanted love.

Just need you to give me

back, love being your other side.

If you could find me your

forever, that feels completely right.

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My Pale Blue Dot (Found poem)

The Pale Blue Dot

(Inspired by Carl Sagan)

That dot. That’s us.

Every being in history, here.

Cowards, destroyers,

corrupt inventor of morals.

Teachers, explorers,

every joy in our history.

Aggregate of our suffering

suspended in a sunbeam.

Earth is a small, cosmic arena

of endless cruelties.

Frequent, fervent hatred.

Momentary masters glory

in rivers of blood,

triumph of a fraction

of a dot.

Our obscurity is

a lonely, enveloping darkness.

Our privileged posturings

an obscure position

on a point of pale light.

No hint of help

to save us from ourselves.

Earth is the only harbor.

There is nowhere

near to migrate.

Earth, we make our stand.

Character building is

our responsibility.

Humbling human conceits

to preserve more kindly

the only home we’ve ever known.

References

Sagan, Carl. Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space. New York: Random House, 1997. Print.