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  Jun 2018 France
Claire Hanratty
I have never before been to Italy
But I go there in my mind;
Calling all the local men by your name
And observing no rapid tide.

I drink tea that gets not cold
But ever warmed by the arancia sun-
That soothes my paleness,
And makes me one.

And if I should ever die in this cornucopia of colour,
It would not be as I had hoped;
For Italy was a country to find together,
Not where I, alone, should *****.
Not quite reaching the expectations
  Jun 2018 France
Dog Years
She is the Desert
Hot, radiant, dangerous
One I dare not cross
France Jun 2018
A poet’s weapon of choice:
Their Pen.

This weapon –
The only tool,
Capable to express
A poet’s emotion.

It lets:
Ink flow on paper,
By its delicate touch;
Emotions to be engraved,
Onto the paper;

Hope; transcends onto it.

This is done by a majestic tool:
Their pen.

I wish to be a poet.
But –

My pen flows with blood,
My pen viciously carves onto
The paper;
Marked – by blood stains.

I wish to be a poet…

However.

My pen; my weapon –
Is not used for writing
But;
For cutting.
My weapon is a double-edged sword.
  Jun 2018 France
Marie
How can you leave my world in utter ignorance.

You broke the firewall that linked to our resonance.

Can you Comprehend the depth of my sadness?

Do you understand why I'm sinking into madness?

I digress

I won't carry the weight. No. Not alone.

Even if the whole world turns against  me.

I will...

Oh, good grief!

I will crucify your fate.

Slowly you will be trapped in my hands.

Slowly you will finally come to understand.

Why my world has dissolved into sand.

Slowly
Slowly
Slowly

Can you feel it?

Deep within your trembly bones.

The ugly sensation of what it feels like to be alone.

Thank you for being my partner tonight.

I will enwrap you with kisses that will come to your delight.

Good night.
Please comment your thoughts on the poem. I don't mind criticism at all.
France Jun 2018
Happiness:
The state of being happy.
But

What is happy? –
Feeling pleasure (content).
But

Am I happy?

I see you;
Every day –
With another

And; I am happy?

I am pleased:
By your radiant smile.

Yet why?
Am I not happy –

I have:
An urge;
A burning desire;
A –
Requirement.

To feel pain.

Is this what it is,
To be happy?

To shed blood every day;
To drown in agonising pain;
To fake; every; single –
Emotion.

Then: I don’t want you
To be happy
I can.
You can’t –

Be happy: –
With another;
I am happy to see you happy.
At least I am 'happy'.
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