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 Jan 2020 Kymie
Pagan Paul
Fresh
 Jan 2020 Kymie
Pagan Paul
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So feint the rhythm of life,
a weak pulse seeking to hide,
the smell of fresh rain coming,
as clouds build high on the side.
Long waiting for cool moisture,
the promise is close at hand,
teasing out the breaking heart,
the rhythm of life unplanned.


© Pagan Paul (28/07/19)
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 Jan 2020 Kymie
Pagan Paul
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You are the future
but already a ghost,
and I sit tapping a pen
waiting for you to come.

Invade my empty mind,
crowd it with wisdom
that can be flow written
across lines of emotions.

Just as an ear for poetry
harkens to a moving soul.


Pagan Paul © (15/01/20)
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 Dec 2019 Kymie
Robby
Fair is never fair
Not when one is a giver
And the other a taker
My point is invalid
My thoughts are not shared
I'll always say it's fine
And you'll just do what you want
The rotting flower blooms anew,
Though withering and greyed,
Bewildering the twilight gloom
Where higher forms decayed.
The silent kingdom rises from
The earth where life has left
To bear a fruit by virtue of
The renaissance in death.
a poem about fungi.
 Dec 2019 Kymie
Robby
Sea of You
 Dec 2019 Kymie
Robby
I’m struggling to stay afloat here
Lost in this sea of you and your emotions
The salt water spray stings my eyes
I need some fresh water before I die of thirst
 Nov 2019 Kymie
Robby
My feet weren’t made for running
There’s no escape from my self made troubles

But this face can always take a few more punches
They blend in with all my other scars

If only it was different…
If only we were a different us

Could we be happy then?
Or maybe misery will still rest on us like a bird
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