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 Mar 2019 ChrisL
allsmallletters
I am lost beyond repair
I sit and repeat 'life isn't fair'
I have no grasp of any care
My personality dying, has lost it's flair
I hate that I still feel the need to fill my lungs with air
My eyes look upon happy people with hatred glare
While I sit here pondering if I would dare
All of this caused just because

I need to wash my hair

But drying eurghhhhhh utter despair.
 Mar 2019 ChrisL
allsmallletters
Forget the onion and all its layers
thats obvious
You are undeserving for such a cliché
So I invite a different perspective
Think of a base, flour and egg kneaded together like I need you,
so dense in identical morals
Folded with mirrored ideology of future fortuity
Dipped sensually with a sauce so thick,
Thicker than blood or water,
Blended as one to create a sea of red as deep as our hearts pumping vitality
Sprinkled softly with the most palatable, mouth watering mozzarella
Each placing full of utter affection,
Long lost stares while you sit innocent to me feasting my eyes upon your moreish persona.
The only quandry we must face is whose decision that day of toppings to showcase
Who gets the chance to tease additional flavours, delicious tasters
To open eyes to attributes unseen before,
Hopes set high to electrify taste buds
Wanting the other to crave more

Ingredients brought together for a flavoursome pizza
You are my hawaiian
As i,
Your meatfeast.

Opposing trimmings
Eachothers 1st choice
One anothers perfection to quench their dying hunger
The anaolgy I concoted best used to describe my relationship.
My partner and I have opposite interests, humour, and past times,
but we sit firmly in a body of identical morals, integrity and honour, mirroring each others.
A pizza is nothing without a strong base.
Toppings can be changed and mixed to any combination.
The base is the structure of our love, ***** and rigid.
The toppings are interchangeable extras that we diversify daily to develop and grow together.
 Mar 2019 ChrisL
LN
Midnight
 Mar 2019 ChrisL
LN
Its beautiful at midnight
Unlike the day,
When its blinding bright.
I look up at the sky
Colored in shades of black,
Dotted with stars up high.
I look at the beauty of the moon,
Making me forget
That the day will be starting soon.
They say the sunrise is ecstatic,
I say, ponder into night life
It's beauty is magnetic.
A certain darkness is needed to see the stars.
And to be honest, darkness can be very beautiful indeed.
 Feb 2019 ChrisL
Hannah Field
Maybe in the world of Emojis
They laugh at their ignorance
Every time we send smiley faces
with sad intentions
We no longer laugh like humans
we just imagine laughter
 Feb 2019 ChrisL
allsmallletters
Everything I've had
Nothing to compare
You think you understand
Zero comprehension
One day
Or night
You'll realise
Too much pressure
Purity overload
Forever is an understatement
Once in an existence
Cogs that can only turn each other
None before
None after
Everything and nothingness
Speed of light
Heaviness beyond weight
Unable to find
Will never lose
Vows meaningless
Words exempt
Clarity withal
Within
Without
Ying v yang
Noun; very strong liking
Affection
Appreciation
Devotion
Emotion
Fondness
Friendshi­p
Infatuation
Lust
Passion
Respect
Yearning
The whole caboodle
Love. You.
 Feb 2019 ChrisL
allsmallletters
I have never been closer
This is no drill
That last breath I feel drawing
The fear of failing
Pain held in my heart
Longing for clarity
Unable to find
I know you feel strong enough
As if you can mend
But I am broken
This time it's the end
The only sadness is my lack of a goodbye
This is no fault of yours
I can not be saved
I am done
 Feb 2019 ChrisL
Aithne Beauchene
Memories are just blank sheets of paper.

No matter what you feel.
No matter how many burning blood cells course through your veins,
From your heart to your fingertips.
No matter the violence that surges through your body,
Heat and strength.

You will never be able to throw that sheet of paper across the room.
It will never reach the other side.
It will fall right below your feet again.
And again.

And again.

Crumple it up-
And maybe it will reach the other side,
But you will never be able to unravel it.
It will never be the same,
Contorted,
Distorted,
And Misshapen,
Not what you started with.

But don’t ever let yourself forget.
That the sheet of paper folds.
Fold it into a plane,

And with a gentle push,
It’ll fly across the room.

Without violence.
Without regret.

A beautiful goodbye.
 Feb 2019 ChrisL
TurttleQuack
Me at 5 years old-

I know that
We are all treated equal.
I don’t believe that
There is hate.
My mind knows that
Everyone loves one another.
Sometimes people lie to themselves and say
People hate each other for their differences.
I remind myself:
I am happy here.
And you can’t tell me
We live in a cruel world.

Me at 15 years old-

We live in a cruel world.
And you can’t tell me
I am happy here.
I remind myself:
People hate each other for their differences.
Sometimes people lie to themselves and say
Everyone loves one another.
My mind knows that
There is hate.
I don’t believe that
We are all treated equal.
I know that
Reverse poems are my favorite things in the world to read.
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