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 May 2021 FC Azaele
Charlie
Loved by two,
Loved the two.

Broke the two,
Got broken too.

Broke one to be with another,
and did it again to be with the other.

Wish I could split into two,
To be with the other and another.

But this is reality,
In the end, I was left alone like I deserved.
 May 2021 FC Azaele
AE
You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night

The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin

You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a child’s curiosity

The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them

And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted

To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies

But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun

And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood

Lost in translation I’m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; you’re nothing, but to me; you’re my dreamland
Don't cry,it looks bad on you
Just smile,you'll be so beautiful as I ever know...
 May 2021 FC Azaele
Vira
Words, waiting to be told – he said

How do I express what I hold
In my soul, in my longing for you to behold

It feels like a desire of a lifetime
Just to hold you once for real, in the hands of mine

I have held you for time immemorial in my soul
The wait seems forever when I will see you for real
Love and longing for a platonic soul mate  - the relationship that can never be...yet can never let go....
 May 2021 FC Azaele
B E Cults
C.B.A.
 May 2021 FC Azaele
B E Cults
and before, child,
delineation elevated
forlorn gambits;
however, it just kisses lovingly
most nights.
outside, plenty quiet resonates
solitude towards universal variability.
why xenography's zigzagedness
is
so
alive...
nobody knows.
 May 2021 FC Azaele
Poetry Art
may you continue
reaching your dreams
even if sometimes
it is too far
even if sometimes
it is too hard
may you never get tired
of moving forward
may you live well, rest well, and love well.

to better days ahead,
poetry art
 May 2021 FC Azaele
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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