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Nov 2021 Benzene

Aubrey

I see the trace of his outline as he walks into the sunset
a silhouette against the twilight
an apple falling to his hands.
Soon the moon will rise
and then with it my hopes
just as I know he will return.

We reveled in these good times
as the day turns into night
time and time again.
We shall cherish all we have
We shall love with all our might.
This portrait of you shall stay with me
in my heart, forever alive.

It’s the end of our beginning
beyond infatuation.
Real commitment.
The realization
each day shall bring us closer
even when we are away.

This feeling we share
unites us in so many ways.
Crashing through our lives
Like so many waves
crystal blue water
salty skin
facing fears
being brave.
Ever in my thoughts
his radiance so desired.
I just want to be close to him
walking into the sunset
holding his hand in mine.

Nov 2021 Benzene

heartache

Nov 2021 Benzene

Påłpëbŕå

heartache

you think you know heartache
can distinguish between real & fake
but you don't-not until
it stills your soul and kills your will
it guts you alive making it hard to survive
it makes you bleed and difficult to feed
it makes you your worst nightmare
an eternal scare
and all you think is why did you care
why couldn't the world be a bit fair?
so much pain you try hiding
want to end up confiding
but you can't
simply can't
because it keeps you going
keeps you from showing
what you really feel
so don't you reveal
pretending you care no more
even when you're nothing like before
oh reader you're changed yet the same
-wild emotions tough to tame

Nov 2021 Benzene

miserably melodious

Nov 2021 Benzene

Påłpëbŕå

miserably melodious

i love it when you're rough
i love it when you're sweet
for this time with you is enough
sweating under the sheets
you make me cry
you make me sigh
with a pleasure so deep
that i don't feel cheap
for wanting what belongs
to someone else's songs
like the lyrics you flow
making me glow
with your musical mind
that makes me blind
to her very existence
not an ounce of repentance
for having you inside me
lets me be oh so free
that i get high
on these sugary lies
of you being mine alone
until beeps your phone

tie me up and free my heart
it's you for whom my legs part
your voice gets me wet
your length in me sets
a rhythm that reaches its ******
leaving me lonely, lamenting & lax

Nov 2021 Benzene

Storm

Nov 2021 Benzene

Broken Pieces

Storm

It's kinda like a storm,
Or maybe it's just rain.
I feel it deep inside,
This never ending pain.

I want it all to end,
I don't want any more.
But it's not stopping,
Now I feel it pour.

When will the eye come,
when will the pain be done.
Will it ever be enough,
Will I ever see the sun.

#storm #pain #poem #poetry #over #done #stop

Nov 2021 Benzene

The Same

Nov 2021 Benzene

Broken Pieces

The Same

Read it forwards but it's all the same.
Read it backwards, give it a name,

Just go away.
They don't want to stay,

How could you believe they care?
Don't think that life is fair,

I'm tired of living in the past.
Turn the time, make life last

This isn't goodbye, I wish it was.
I want to be floating in the stars,

But life tends to be mean.
I want desperately to be seen.

~Read it backwards or forwards but it's kinda the same, not quite a palindrome, though the meaning is the same~

#same #backwards #forwards #life #poem #poetry #stars #name #seen #stay

Nov 2021 Benzene

Smile

Nov 2021 Benzene

Surkhab

Smile

The memory was hung there...
caught in a frame...
But, I looked at that smile...
A big curve stretched across my lips...
And eyes were smaller than normal...
As if couldn't let even a drop of happiness to fall...
I looked at myself in the mirror...
Where is it now?
I can't find it...
It's not that I didn't look for it...
But...a dumb like me...lost it...
Now the curve is not that big...
And the eyes....they are big and brown...
nothing to hold inside...
They do ask me about where I lost it?
But how long could I stay there looking for it?
I know...I was not worth it...
It traumatises me...how we change
The way we shed our pure skins at wrong places...
And then even forget those places...losing our skins forever...
Sometimes its 3 in the morning...or 12 in the noon...
Something hits me up...to get that old self back.
We are like an empty canvas,
And as we grow...we get painted in the colors of this world...
The childhood has it's own colors...
But this world...is like that bully...who wants to destroy the masterpiece...

However, the misery lies here...
the colors of this world are so dark...that the true masterpiece is lost forever!