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Jun 2017 Lovely

Lvice

I
                                                                                stopped being
                                                                             scared long
                                                                           enough to
                                                                               realize you..
                                                                          One day won't
                                                                              matter. If the Earth
                                                                                stops turning and the
                                                                           tides reclaim the equator
                                    I'll let the sea swallow your thoughts
I won't worry if you made it to your house safe at midnight

If one day
The pyramids are the
only things that make it in this
world then I won't cry thinking that
I keep losing what I already lost when I said goodbye

If the Sun stops
                     burning then                              I won't mind
           when the cold                                          becomes my hands
then  I
  will no longer                                                   care to hear you
            complain about their  lack of warmth

If we
  were       the last
         peo-           ple
alive           then
     I         would
still love you

B u t   t h i s   t i m e

I    wouldn't   dare   waste   the   time   we   had   left

Jun 2017 Lovely

silent violence

Jun 2017 Lovely

everly

silent violence

why do i feel like writing is the only proper
means of expression for myself?
why do i have trust issues?
i always need to look at people twice,
and still often because people themselves alter so much in a lifetime there is something new to be observed in them constantly
why does he keep coming back to me after all ive put him through?
the real reason...
why does he make my thoughts jump from admiration, to then love, to then thoughts of matrimony?
its a little odd honestly how i can come up with questions like these in a single moment.
but its what you wanted to hear.
you didnt want my pain and baggage to to be only on me
but on you too.
which is why you kept reading this.
these are thoughts that cross my mind when i feel unworthy of living
or just in a contemplative mood
even this silent violence makes my days quite somber
i cant put into words but yes
i do feel like i want to put the world on pause sometimes
and i know im not the only one that feels this way
so dont look at this poem like a fat kid looking at kale chips
that is why you see me
but sometimes
not there
sometimes quiet is violent

Jun 2017 Lovely

role play

Jun 2017 Lovely

david mungoshi

role play

your role is to be gorgeous
                                    desirable
                                         remote and unattainable
mine is to yearn and moan
                                            then lie down and die
                                                      as I’m taunted, forsaken and abandoned
                                                                             by my illusions of you

Jun 2017 Lovely

yung wasted

Jun 2017 Lovely

Lxvi

yung wasted

fire of my *****
fruits of a feather
never gonna be together forever.

for what it’s worth
It’s not that bright
hoping you enjoy the night.

absolutely disgraceful
impossibly said
behold asphalt
and off
with your
head

Jun 2017 Lovely

Today

Jun 2017 Lovely

everly

Today

Today
I was thinkin'
bout all the girls
and boys
that turned 'to
girlfriends and boyfriends
straight outta their
playpens bein'
frightened by their
fears of aliens and boogiemen
Today
I was ponderin'
bout that girl I saw
wanderin' and
squanderin' her life
away on him
Today i was thinking
about the ones who spend there months
chasing the moon and like floatin'
Today
I got to wonderin' 'bout
the children who were
outspoken
listened
and paid attention
to the instruction
they were given
as young ones
and grew up to be
doctors, physicians,
and firemen

One of my first poems written the summer of 2015