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 Nov 2019 abby
Sameera Krishna
I am attached to you more than one life should allow.
Are we Twin-Flames?
And my heart whispered yes !
 Nov 2019 abby
Sonia Ettyang
It was random, it was unexpected
But I felt like I've known you before , seen you before, felt you before
You looked deep into my eyes for the first time
And it felt like you pierced right through my soul
So much so, I couldn't hold your gaze any longer
But that twinkle in your eye was oh! so perfect, sigh
And your voice **** it! it struck a chord in my heart
Opening a music box full of forgotten melodies
Oh, well I think I missed a heart beat every time you'd get close
So I ran and you denied it and hid away
We pushed each other away
But I still felt you when you'd think of me
And each day you'd trespass my lucid dreams
Clouding my mind with thoughts of you
I guess it's crystal clear that there's no escaping this soul collision
We are destined hearts, together or apart
Our souls are in sync for eternity
We are forever imprinted on each other
Like prints on the palms of our hands
So lets let this  love flow endlessly
and burn,  to infinity and beyond.
©Sonia Ettyang
 May 2019 abby
Umi
Deserted
 May 2019 abby
Umi
Far away, in a painted world,
Lies a kingdom abandoned by its people,
What is left, are but ruins,
And forgotten history.

~ Umi
 Mar 2019 abby
Gerry James
Her Spell
 Mar 2019 abby
Gerry James
I just sit and gaze,
And watch my walls burn in a blaze,
As I become captive to her eyes,
I see my darkest dreams

But I take a glance
In thought that I have a fleeting chance
Of escaping from her,
Not yet, it seems.

I fall to my knees
And I utter my pleas,
But she just smiles,
In the darkness, her smile gleams.

My demons scream and yell,
But it's no use,
Coz I’m under her spell.
This is crazy man what's going on? I ain't ever felt this way before
 Mar 2019 abby
Serendipity
Even the illusions,
disguising reality,
are in part reality themselves,
simply because,
they
exist.
 Mar 2019 abby
Madison
Ban me!

Burn me!

I, literature, can speak to you.


Love me!

Hate me!

I, art, can scream it, too.


Buy me!

Don't play me!

I, music, hide my meaning in shadows.


I'm not a martyr!

Don't hurt me!


...He, the artist, is sent to the gallows.
 Feb 2019 abby
saffronne
Bestfriend
 Feb 2019 abby
saffronne
She drew happy faces all over my arms.
She drew smiley faces over my scars.
She showed me with ink and blue marks,
the answer is a pen, not a blade, to make art.
based on what happened today.
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