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What started as infatuation
unexpectedly grew strong-
My mind overwhelmed with love
I no longer feel is wrong.

My days are so much brighter
and happiness filled inside-
No longer want us to be a secret-
no longer want to hide.

The missing pieces rediscovered
and the path is clear to see-
This life now feels complete
with you here next to me.

Beginning a new chapter
as this love feels so true-
Accepting this new reality
that my heart belongs to you.
Tell me your favorite song,
I will probably listen to it many times, even if I don't like it.
Just mention one by one,
I will make them my favorite playlist.
I've been listening to everything since the first time I met you.
Look,
here,
where I will play it all as a lullaby,
or a string of words that is now a magic and grows in my head.
I will make it a favorite song.
Just count it, I'll start it.
One.
Two.
Three.
I already like it.

And now your favorite song is mine.
Indonesia, 16th July 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
 Jul 2021 Diverse TV
Lia Morrison
"Burn it. It's fun. You can send me pictures of it
to make yourself feel better."

You told me that five years ago,
but two days ago I took the memories,
contained in a box bound by tape,
layered like armor
to protect myself
from nostalgia.

Flames licked journal pages,
turned them to reveal every past struggle
that slowly became indecipherable ash
the river washed away.

Grief didn't linger, just smoke's scent in my hair.
Apathy disappointed me.
The box was just a box in the end,
and all it did was take space.
Someday you'll truly awaken
Not tethered to air , land or sky  
Your physical delights on Earth
enjoined into ocean , woodland stream-
and mountain ..
Drawn to the music of creation
Forevermore ..
Copyright July , 2021 byRandolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
 Jul 2021 Diverse TV
RobbieG
Mushrooms to powder
ziplock bag full
Pour me another handful
lick it from my palms
Rob quit thinking
turn your brain off
Get lost in the night’s sky
from Mother Nature’s
MOON DUST
 Jul 2021 Diverse TV
Traveler
Resilient
The poets heart
Words we use
Turning pain to art

Chronic stress
A syndrome no less
Our muses behold
The Mother's breast

Fight or flight
Sympathetic states
We resolve upon
Our creative slates

Breaking through
Rising above
Poetry becomes our strongest drug

When the fever flares
Word are but aspirin
And the poem becomes our cure
An observation I made while
living here,

on HP!
Sunrise
tells me that I’m alive
Sunset reminds me
that I lived
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