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Kale 1h
As the wind bellows
Through the matted hair
Of the masses
They fall to their knees
Screaming, praying, crying
And begging for the one thing
From the one thing
That would release them
From the hunger,
The shame
The desperation
Sit with me,
Just for a while.
I am no creature,
Nor am I vile.
I ponder and wander,
Sitting alone.
Perhaps your company
Would feel like home?
It is too silent,
But I cannot say.
My body stays quiet,
Through night and day.
As all I crave,
Is a word to share.
To someone who stays,

And someone who cares.
Peter had to fly,
was that just last night?
I have attachment issues.
I hate saying goodbye
- it always makes me cry
an embarrassing tear or two.

Holidays go so fast
relativity’s been proven at last!
Fourteen days of leisure
of sordid intertwined pleasures
on days free of study pressures.

This morning i was in despair
splayed out on an uncomfortable chair
with tangled, unbrushed hair
wearing faded PowerPuff underwear
bored, and wishing Peter was there.
i wonder why i keep looking for love
in all the places i know i will not find it
maybe it is not one last prayer to be wrong
but rather resignation that i was right all along
if i prove to myself that love does not exist
by forcing myself into loveless places
maybe knowing i never got any of it
will hurt a little less
rk 4d
i once thought soulmates
were the missing piece
the perfect fit
the calm after the storm
but then i met you
and everything that i am
everything that i fear
was mirrored back to me
and my soul sighed
at the feeling
of finally being seen
our eyes met
twin blues colliding
and i knew
it would always be you.
- you are the eye of every storm.
I am
alright

…tonight

like I was
okay

…today

as for
tomorrow

…who knows
the sorrow



but hey
I cry Every Night,
Is there anyone to hear my plight?
In love with the Colours Black and White.
Miss myself being dynamite.
Days are gloomy,
Keeping self busy.
Once again I'm drowned in Sorrow,
Company is what I may Borrow.
Solitude has become my Friend.
Like a Movie has a dead end.
Adapting with the Situation,
Fake Smile is the new Fashion!
I’m a broken poet
Who longs to write
About sadness
love
heartbreak
Although, I haven’t experienced either

I’m a broken poet
For, I have so much
Left to say
Yet, I search for words
Every single day

I’m a broken poet
For, my words
Do not spill
On these empty sheets

I’m a broken poet
For, the words
That I write
Do not reach
People’s hearts
They get lost
In the depths
Of this crowded world

I’m a broken poet
For, my words
Do not carry the pain
And suffering that
Other’s have felt

I’m a broken poet
For my words
Do not feel
Like a warm hug
From your favorite person
On a cold day

I’m a broken poet
For my words cannot console
A broken soul
To not give up
And sail through life

I’m a broken poet or
I’m not;
Maybe,
I’m just a broken person
With words left to say
But no one to hear them
-RB©
ross 7d
~

that’s how i know
with you it was different;
something else entirely
something other-worldly.
all have come
and left by dawn
nothing but
empty desires
a hollow love
but not you.
with you
i obsess on our memories
fixate in our moments
long lost to time.
and just like van gogh
within his work
i have lost my mind.
here is all that remains;
years passed
black words
on white canvas
two ghosts
communicating
between worlds.
it is indeed oddly
beautiful and bizarre;
for i am lost and floating
within the darkness
suspended in your space
amidst the stars
dancing between worlds
sending out signals
just so you know
i’m still here.


~
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