swimming
through an ocean of glass
in search
of the octopus garden
darkness closes in, crushing me in the depths of frigid water, what lurks beneath the light line
jellyfish bob listlessly
tendrils float
small silver streaks
dart about
pull me deeper, drown me in your embrace, free me from these feelings of inadequacy, i beg you
sharks swim
in the dead zone
diving deep to scrounge
during the day
burn me to death with your passion, freeze me solid in your disdain, just use and abuse me
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I alwasylove to read as well as write poetry with different juxtapositions all in one. There’s something feel good about it.
PS. I liked the way you read your poetry on the podcast 🤷♀️❤️
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thank you. I still haven’t listened. But I know the piece was one I hold quite dear.
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And hearing your read it was wonderful ❤️
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what more could i ask for
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Good health?
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maybe. I’ll add it to the list.
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Oh wow. This was wonderful. I simply love where it took me. Read this one. At your next thingy. It’s awesome.
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Okay. March 21st. I will do it.
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Remember to pause and slow down a bit so as to let listeners absorb the power of the poem. It’s so worthy of our time and attention.
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I will. I was over hyped before. This time I will be chill
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Good. I have faith in you.
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Oh shit
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It’s not misplaced. I have a gift for discernment. I know who you are.
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That makes one of us
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Isn’t that enough?!??
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Yeah, I guess it is
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Damn right it is… though… you don’t sound convinced… 🤔
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I totes am.
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lmao – unexpected response
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They can’t all be poetic dammit
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LOL – it was the “totes” part because somehow I heard your voice as I read it.
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I like saying totes. And cereally. Write like a poet, speak like a dullard. It’s on my family crest.
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I’m sure it is, I’m -sure- it is. *gently pats the top of his head*
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Lol
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Hahahaha
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