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  Jan 2018 Bellvadear
Yasin
Every Monday when I face you.
Your ball-shaped absorbing eyes.
Your pointy little nose as I observe a mouse.
Your reddish hot-lip.
Astonishing colored auburn faded into fair curvy hair.
All in all a fascinating facade.
But at all, just a facade.

She drowns behind her mirror.
Broken under the surface of the ocean.

Too often I think about her, to help her.
I ask her what she thinks about the world.
I know she has rotten roots inside her.
Carries and buries them deep inside her.
That's why I want to help her.
Illustrate the importance of her.
Create an urge to live and love.

We see us eye to eye.
Ask her to figure her situation.
An incomparable conversation.
It's like apples and oranges.
I let her know that her style is magnificent.
I wanna hug her. After I asked
May I hug you?
She feels cosily warm and comfortably soft.

Slowly I realise that reality distorts my reality.
Confused, I realise that we never talked
together.
Swiftly, I perceive that we just looked
at each other.
Sadly, since we know that we like
to one another.
Finally, we admit that we are
broken beings.
  Jan 2018 Bellvadear
Star BG
Have you ever had a song
vibrate in your head?
Stuck to pull at senses
until you surrender
and listen carefully.

Have you ever sung with voice
repetitively in flow of words
and hunt for answers
in a sea of moments?

Have you ever heard a song
that played over and over
catching your hands to move
and feet to dance?
Allowing heart to soar like birds,
and breath to rhyme with verse.

Until sub-consciousness takes over
and wings spread to dissipate time
inside fantasy.

Have you ever played a song
inside mind so many times
it became a part of your very thoughts?
Until you felt it was yours to own
and made it your part of your reality.

Where you floated within melodies
to unleash coincidences
that matched the orchestration.

I have and it gave me freedom
inside a creative force to dream.
Saw a You tube about someone who heard songs in head so this poem was born.
Bellvadear Dec 2017
I gasp for air at the very thought of him, I try to speak but only start stutterin.
I try to keep calm and balanced, then I mumble some random nonsense.
Baffling my mind like I'm dreaming, can't even stand straight, you got me leaning.
But then you catch me as I'm falling,and even if I fell, to you I'd be crawling.
A magic carpet ride, with a genie. An abstract painting with such a deep meaning.
You are the spark to my wand, the smallest droplet of ink in my pond.
The entire meaning of what's in the words fond. as smooth as James Bond!
You captivate me with inspiration, vendication, insecurities, you eliminate and deface them.
As light as a snowflakes your laughter. As bold as the mountains, there's the capture.
Beauty, tranquility, and peace.To the top of the Ice cap's peak.
My heart lies fragile, there in a glass jar.As it remains here enjoying the serenity
and the infinite amount of shooting stars.
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