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 Jan 18 Blckstr
Robin Lemmen
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk
 Jan 14 Blckstr
Prez
Frozen
 Jan 14 Blckstr
Prez
I'm burning inside

Feeling a fire so intense

Yet my heart so cold
 Jan 14 Blckstr
Luna Maria
tears
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
 Jan 14 Blckstr
Alyssa
I poured myself
inside your cup
pretended to be tea
your lips pursed to the rim
burning kiss
bile churns
you forgot
I'm made of sins
 Nov 2018 Blckstr
Raven
He writes poetry
But no one knows

He writes poetry
He writes about love
And loss

He writes about smiles
And frowns

He writes about sorrow
And forgotten towns

He writes about how lost he gets
Caught up in his own mind

He writes poetry to
And about others

But no one knows

Know one knows the depth of his soul
Because they all choose to see the exterior
And that exterior screams

Preppy
And preppy
Don't have souls

Or so they thought
Until the day he was consumed
By his own poetry
 Nov 2018 Blckstr
Novera
Graveyard
 Nov 2018 Blckstr
Novera
do not do to me
what she did to you;
i will not be
the graveyard of
your love for her.
 Oct 2018 Blckstr
Shi Em
Untitled
 Oct 2018 Blckstr
Shi Em
They say pain hurts the most when it comes
knocking on our doors unexpectedly,
but I would beg to differ.
The most painful type of pain
takes years to cultivate.
it is when we,
for some reason
become so used to it
to the point that we become numb,
turning into statues of empty souls
dressing up as humans.
 Oct 2018 Blckstr
Sea's End
Meaning
 Oct 2018 Blckstr
Sea's End
When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.
Another haiku? Wow! I'm only so good with words until I actually need to use them. Just ask my girl. (Spoiler alert: I'm really bad at articulating my thoughts in the heat of the moment. That's why I'm here.)
We are all silhouettes
Wrapped in the tapestry
Of a blooming night
Outlines etched messily
Into a cotton wool sky
Beautifully imperfect
A stray wisp illuminates
Sings sweet like our
Honey bee laughs
We smile, always
Endlessly sunshine yellow
For here we are youth
Wild like dandelions
Rebelling against being
A common flower
We paint the word ****
In shining glitter
Send it to outer space in
A paper airplane
Then dance on crazily
Like the night is infinite
Dreaming for a forever
Something a bit different
 Oct 2018 Blckstr
Merope Angel
I once told a baby flame
I loved it
And killed it in the same breath.
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