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 Jan 2018 Domagoj
Airisgone
Love
 Jan 2018 Domagoj
Airisgone
If I smile will you see it?
If I compliment you will you understand it?
If I look down on you will you notice it?

If my love fades away
Will you ignore it?

Will you please listen to me?
Will you please stop me?
My love

If my love were to die tonight
Will you forgive me?
Life
 Jan 2018 Domagoj
Kira
Yourself
 Jan 2018 Domagoj
Kira
I have no more tears to shed for anyone but myself.
My sadness is mine.
The moment you learn people aren't medicine,
you start getting help from your own two hands.
Nothing feels better than to fall asleep with
the person you know will be there in the morning.
a sorcerer
has his
gloat as
he's ridden
their ole
black magic
save there's
despair but
his fulcrum
in romance
still with
their glance
when there'd
be nobody
to make
him conk
time again
 Dec 2017 Domagoj
a mcvicar
if you really cared
about me
about anyone
at all

if you really care
about my well being
about anything that isn't yours

all you have to do
is read my poetry.
me;
because i have shared it with you
but it flew right past.
you;
as if it didn't matter at all
26.12.17  /  23.54  /  make me shut up
 Dec 2017 Domagoj
Caidyn
Once a lover said to me “I’d like to pick your brain,”
“You’re a beauty darling, but I think you’re quite insane.”
I did not doubt a word he said so I opened up my mind
I think he got a little scared when he realized what he’d find.
Empty bourbon bottles, littered in my head
Crumpled up old ***** notes, wishing I was dead.
Then one of the voices that once belonged only to me
Snuck into his consciousness out of curiosity
It whispered scary sayings right into his ear
He clutched my hand tightly, said “Never leave me, dear.”
I looked into terrified eyes with sincere empathy
But felt nothing but relief that the terror had left me.
Before it could crawl back to me I shut my mind quickly,
I will be ****** if I’m the one living life sickly.
A failed attempt at iambic pentameter, but a success for a sonnet I suppose.  This is the first poem I ever performed publicly.  It was written in April 2017.

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