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 May 2017 Luna Marie
Traveler
Are such narratives abrasive
Such as the condition of our racists
Like our cops who fear black faces
Perhaps you find such dialog tasteless

Would you rather read of love
Higher powers from above
Blinded souls that now can see
Angelic intervention when we bleed

Are you afraid to know
Or uncomfortable
Surely you must have a care
The establishment
Has taken the power
While we were unaware...
Traveler Tim
HP  Jul 2016
 May 2017 Luna Marie
kelly jane
In the heart of the guilt
lies a poison worst than that of a cobra
He stays speechless when accussed
Like a robe tied round his neck
The truth burns down his throat
Like a burning flame down a hole
Causing him an unease feeling
To split out the truth
Thou tries to stick to his lies
But the burning flame burns him harder
Till he let go the truth
The pain cuz by guilt can only leave when the truth is sent out
Avoiding the truth will just hurt the heart more.
But when truth is sent out, then and only then can the heart be at peace
It's interesting to think about how we make people
who used to be everything into nothing again.
How we learn to forget. How we force forgetting.
The path that was started so innocently has taken us to here,
strangers again.

However, yeah like most we started as a strangers.
I never wished that we would end up where we are today.
To be honest, with the way our story began,
I never thought it could possibly end like this. .

But, every sentiments
become empty thoughts
when I look back now.
Recalling that love is not
what it generally appears.
It's just so simple to forget.

From so long ago my question is
if it really happened.
The person used to be my best friend,
the person who was the number one priority,
the girl I thought could never exist,
she was everything that I thought
could be perfect in any girl.

Still after all these,
we lost the fight with this society
and all that of left is
a mind with random memories
from our faded period of time
when this stranger was most
important person in my life.

Now, our life will continue
on in different directions
becoming STRANGERS AGAIN.
Clarity stays near confusion
If you look beyond the haze
you'll get to meet her too.
 May 2017 Luna Marie
Alvaro
cursed
 May 2017 Luna Marie
Alvaro
it's only in dreams
where our eyes meet

it's only in dreams
where our fingers interlock

it's only in dreams
where I don't miss you

but it's every night
where insomnia keeps me up
keeps me from you
keeps me from one
more
chance
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