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There are as many different people
As there are as many different souls.
Not two of them the same.
Still they all look so
very much  alike .
Especially from far,  
just like the stars.
All one
still one of a kind!

Shell ✨🐚
We all are unique in our own way still we are all one kind and yes we look the same!
Dr K S Bhardwaj Apr 2020
Love is that acute pain which all cannot know and tolerate,
Love is that happiness, which cannot be enjoyed by everyone,
Love is that tear, which cannot flow from everyone's eyes,
And love is that boon which is not in the luck of everyone.
Everyone Uses The Word Love Frequently And Almost Daily. Among New Gen It Has Become A Custom To Keep Repeating,"I Love You."  But What After That? Perhaps Nothing. Actual Love Cannot Be Expressed In Words. Yes, Eyes Can Show It. Quivering Lips Can Express It. Even Each Pore Of The Body Can Display It But Words Can Never.
Dawn Mar 2019
Eyes are full,
hugging mine
held without
a touch.
Gravity keeps me
planted,
still,
floating-
a press of flesh,
a pull through the chest
magnets penetrate
deeper than skin.
a force unlike,
uncanny,
unreal,
floating-
but it still holds you close.
Janelle Tanguin Sep 2017
I know her by name.
I know her by face.
Only, I don't even
know her at all.
I think I've seen her
once,
and for once
I wasn't disappointed.

We are so much alike
only she has brighter eyes.
We are so much alike;
So, I figured
from black and white
I could be pastel--
faded bright.

We are so much alike
only she drinks psalms
like the preacher's wine.
Before I abandoned religion
I used to kneel
and break bread every Sunday, too.
So, I figured
I could still be as holy
if I clapped my hands together
and whispered litanies
on candles burning outside chapels—
faded light.

We are so much alike
in the way we love
books and music,
anything aesthetic.
But, I am wrapped in tin foil
and she dons silk and laces.
Same filling,
different faces.

And kid, I wouldn't blame you
for craving
the same flavor
in different packaging.

We are so much alike
only, compared to her
porcelain China doll skin,
I am a witch's voodoo,
covered in pins and needles
piercing rough skin,
a cheap imitation—
a fake.

We are so much alike
only I'm lying
when I say we are
because she is pastel
paint in coffee shops
and I am crayola
vandals on the sidewalk.

And let's admit pretty
isn't anything I would
ever be.

It makes me sick.
Because I'm not like her.
I'm never going to be just

pretty;

Pity, that's all they ever want us to be.
Arcassin B Mar 2017
By Arcassin Burnham


Please tell me what you think,
from the boat we sink, We don't even gotta
float love,

We could get drunk on a mountain if we
want too,

Praying to the lord that has too much on his
plate,
theres no reason to look above,

contemplating , he just wants me to worry
about you,

Weakness,
your touch,
our bed,
stimulate,
tasteless,
Like what we gon' do?

The things,
we drank,
make us,
weightless,
Thinkin',
Where we gon' fly to?

Please tell me what you think,
from the boat we sink, *We don't even gotta
float love,

We could get drunk on a mountain if we
want too.
©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/03/drank-jdavey-phase.html

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