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 Sep 2019 Tabbitha Erceg
Mr Xelle
I’m noticing my poems are coming to life
So what if I said I love you and you called months from now saying I still love you at the end of the night..
Could we meet back where we left off ?
I’m starting to feel like these poems are not poems there just real life about
Us
 Sep 2019 Tabbitha Erceg
Dev
I just want to disappear into nothingness
So nothing can hurt me again
 Jul 2019 Tabbitha Erceg
Maka
You cut me so deeply,
And then spat on my wounds.
And yet, when you scrape your knee,
I have to fight the urge to come running.
I still want you to be okay.
Seems like I'm dying either way.
I remember telling you about the time I lied.
I was telling it so well I didn't even stutter a single line
From time to time it became more of a rhyme never ending time
On and on like Badu not realizing I was the fool.
Until such a time not even wine had a taste of a simple glass.
It wasn't until I had a dilemma of being faced with the same lie I once told when I met you and I .
It struck me tonight
How impressive it is
The deftness of your tongue
Coaxing life
Out of shy, windless nights
I still remember
Sitting by your side
As your laughter floated westward
The bashful heavens made to blush
And you
Conducting an orchestra
Of sweet vivid flowers
Wet petals falling from your lips
Kissing me gently on the cheek
Painting cursive
On the sky's horizon
My words will never be so
Delicate
They are stiff; they are tired
They are made to roam abandoned alleys
And grow old in the open hands
Of a book
So speak to me
Drip your honeyed breath onto my chest
With shallow sighs
Wrap the fingers of your conversation
Around my hand
And don't let go
I couldn't put to words what I felt.
Frustrated, dysfunctional, staring at distance mostly.
Maybe I am tired from the cycle, the routine.
I didn't know how it came to this.
Some days it tries to hide under bright smiles and tremendous laughing.
Some nights it even lays with me to sleep.
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I've met people I didn't think were human
and I've broken the human in me trying to figure them out
I know the toothless women
Who crumple on the streets
The rain bleeds through their cardboard,
The cold drips through their feet

I know the dying children
With anaesthetic arms
The angels crowd around them
With time that burns their palms

I've hugged the brainwashed gangsters
With money drenched in blood
I've heard their broken weeping
While digging up the mud

I've seen the starving faces
Of the tired girls at home
The broken, hectic psyches
That eat them to the bone

I know the burning poets
With a desperate thirst for life
The need for finding soulmates
That pierces like a knife

There's weary public servants
Who risk their lives for good
And prove compassion every day
Yet stay misunderstood

Human love is buried
Beneath the plastic weight
Of angry allegations
And a world that feeds off hate

These people may be messy,
But they're beautiful and real
With hidden dreams and secrets
And ability to feel

We have a place to run to
With lights of peach and gold
Where all the weight is lifted
And all our tales are told

We live in total freedom
So safe beneath the moon
And though it seems ambitious
Our dreams will save us soon
The night brings comfort to those who need it most
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