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Internalized lies
Exposed in the moon light
Words drip like blood
O
    u
          t
                   o
                          f
                                        me
No more
The hidden shadow was always:













































Fear
Nothing­ else to see here
 1d Karen
AWURAA
My words may not be beautiful.
My words may not be sweet.

At times I cry because the words I write and type are not the same words I speak in reality.

When anger, guilt or sadness comes over me, I do not want to be well- spoken.

I want to be well heard without having to repeat myself.

Character development.
Let's call it development.

Deep breaths

*

It is all character development.
A
Blues song
Is sung

I cry
With the
Memory
 1d Karen
Liana
I may not believe in a god(s)
But that does not mean that I do not have a religion

I believe in poetry
Not everyone has a god, but everyone has a religion. For some it's art, animals, money, or music. For me, it is words, or poetry. At night I do not pray to God, I write poetry. I do not ask God for answers, I write to figure them out myself. Poetry is my religion.
Whispers of the night,
Raindrops dance on rooftops low,
Dreams drift in the hush.
For @Liana and @erin, two young poetesses who should be commended and praised for the connections they make through words.
A haiku for you both, my way of saying thank you for the words you share.💙💙💙
Deeper in the sea,
I saw you swim,
Floating free,
With your soul and heart.

Towards the darker realms,
You need no light, no warmth.
It's your wave on which you swim.

Then why this current I feel so strong?
Why do I want to swing, sway along?

You say it as home.
Valiant you are;
Then why live in fear?
What seems distant is truly near.

Depth has its own treasure—
Cult, dark, devilish sea.
I know the cause:
No glee. No plea.
 1d Karen
Ewan
I wish to grasp the moons elegant skin and hear her final call before her words strike me with a viscous hit her eyes like a daisy gasping for life before falling adrift before the endless waves
 1d Karen
Ganu R
There is a beautiful melody playing in my heart, every time I see him.

The full moon in the sky, is accompanied by the stars.

But my heart wrenches at the same time, because a melody cannot be played forever.

As time flies, the moon and stars separate.

Aware of my feelings, he directly approaches me and ends the melody.

The moon and stars become less visible to each other overtime.

A lonely heart, nightmares, and no melody.

The sun rises.

The moon and stars disappear.
 2d Karen
K
Moonlight
 2d Karen
K
The light hits my skin different
the sun would never
leave behind traces of love
I have yet to see the same artistic expression
during the day
This contrast
leaves blisters on my hands
Waking up under a spell
my feet hurt
Photographic memories of you
make love
to my soul  
Full of dreary absence
and dozy
my large tears brim
Let them fall
Splash
heart speak made perfect
crystal poems, light infused
star tossed summer's eve

-cec
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