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 May 2018 Harry Gione
Maria Etre
A

s
h
o
t
to the
heart is
all it takes
for it to skip a beat
Hidden weapon
 May 2018 Harry Gione
Antonyme
Noise
 May 2018 Harry Gione
Antonyme
3 AM
Cats outside my door
clawing at the floor
ears have tore
what a chore!

Hearing sparks
wish to walk in five parks
mouth shot remarks
all through the night

..

Wish my mother
would give the same attention
;p
I'm weird
 May 2018 Harry Gione
Alex Zhang
They fly from my tongue like sparks from a fire
Those hurtful words aimed at the objects of my admiration
Because I cannot hold them when they are so high up
So I must tear them down from the sky to cradle them in my arms

It may seem ironic to destroy those pretty stars
So bright that they shine even in the darkest of nights
But I simply cannot sleep when they gleam like jewels
Beaming technicolor through my plain window

And call me a fool for being a destructive bigot
Filled to the brim with selfish desire so that I have no room for love
But isn't it so much easier to covet and scorn
Those constellations in the sky where I have no place?

And as I gaze at the pure black blanket void of all light
After I have bulldozed everything around me
So that I am the highest point on Earth
I realize how much I miss the Big Dipper

The Milky Way is huge, an expanse so great
That even I can have a spot of my own; it's free real estate
Among Leo, Gemini, and Pisces, I can have one to call mine
A world of my own where I may do as I see fit

So instead of loathing those with which I have not
Instead of hating those with more fortune or glory
Understand that each of us has something special inside
To contribute to that network of stars seen when the sun goes down
 May 2018 Harry Gione
Maria Etre
In the currency of emotions
heart break and
heart gain
always
lead
to
c
h
a
n
g
e
 May 2018 Harry Gione
D A W N
i wrote your name on the sand
and the current washed it away
in hopes that
the wind will take them
and bring them to you
that way
you'll never get lonely
and to remind you
that you'll always have a piece of me.
i miss beach strolls with u.
i hate
being white
so much
right now

not because
there's nothing i can do about it

but because
there's nothing you can do about it either

apparently
history repeats itself
like clockwork
i never, ever imagined i'd get caught up in this mess, but here we are
 May 2018 Harry Gione
wordvango
Appreciation amid glorious people
They sound speak resound
Fantastically
Ah and we are just as they say
In the grand sphere
Of poetic masterpieces  just
Amateurs
When if you read much
Feel
HP poets are masterpieces
Writhing psalms odes
Songs and heartfelt
Artworks daily
As poets are defined by effort
Heart and good designs
I know no place
Other where all these
Parts exist in better people.
I am often lack in
Saying or plussing or recognizing
This very fact.
HP poets are the best.
of heart.  Mind soul. We just are.
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