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Two men on the road.

One white
The other black

One with the Bible
The other with the Qur'an

Why is it important?

After all they are seeking the same.
Build bridges, not walls.
The only way I can cherish you is by remembering you as my freedom.
The Hidden Love
 Jun 2020 MadeleineBarnham
Shin
Loss
 Jun 2020 MadeleineBarnham
Shin
I don't want to go
to heaven.
I just want to see
the sunset
reflect in your eyes
one last time.
Folow up to Lust and to Love. The final piece of a short trilogy of poems worked on from 2014 until today.

Part 1, Lust: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/724559/lust/

Part 2, Love: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3345861/love/
 May 2019 MadeleineBarnham
Char
watched in her cage with blazing eyes,
a casket was hidden
with hurt and blame
within the hearts of two

She braced
the words and actions of callousness,
the usual,
disrespect

he flamed a stem of anger
in her patient heart
and carved collected wounds
in her bleeding heart,
cloaking her sunlight
within a kaleidoscope

With every fight,
their heart spoke like titanic ships,
screaming chords from broken strings
in sunken seas

with every fight,
she poured her heart and soul to him (once more),
bearing her heart
with unscripted honesty,
reflected in apologies and thought.

with his words spoken,
"I love you. We will fix this,"
tears stream down,
unbroken
but she wonders if the truth is faded
with empty promises,
no action
But for now, I will keep believing in him.
P.S. Critiques on how to improve this would be greatly appreciated! i think i stumbled at the end and it's probably quite confusing
my socialization meter is down to zero
I’d be happier if I was the only one
but no one else thinks that two.

they’re right when they say a crowd is three.
but what am I asking four?
loneliness instead of a high five?

haven’t been this antisocial since age six.
I’m supposed to be there by seven
but it’s still the morning; maybe eight.

I might be over it a little by nine,
but I’ll never feel like a full ten.
 Apr 2019 MadeleineBarnham
Aquila
There is a tree by my bus stop.
I do not know when it began flowering,
only that it is.
On each branch, there are delicate flowers, dousing the street in pink and white
magnolias.
she's coming up this summer, finally.
I wish I could show her.

I wish you could see it.
Someone I used to have a thing with online, but have never met in real life, is driving up this summer. I have a girlfriend whom I love, but I fear I no longer benefit from the relationship. long distance terrifies me. I have a lot to think about, and the flowering trees I encounter seem to know this and remind me to breathe.
It's not as if
It was the end of the world
Or like I didnt pull through
And survive that moment
It's just that
My entire world changed
And the parts of me that I loved
Didn't make it out alive
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