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 Dec 2017 Nico Julleza
Ris
Little, little monster
Do not fear
I'm not here to harm you

Little, little monster
I'm here to help
You can be my friend

Little, little monster
Come on out
From under my bed

Little, little monster
There you are
Don't mind the knife
I feel like an empty shelf.
I told you that I'll fix myself,
Because I left your heart all broken and bruised.
So now, I'm confused.
Should I talk to you?
Or should I let you slip through?
Thinking a lot, my mind is overused,
But still, I am confused.
I know I'll be broken when I let you go,
And if I stay, I will only give you woe.
My heart is defused,
But my mind? Confused.
Should I move?
I'm confused.
Would I improve?
I'm confused.
Should I depend this to the one above?
I'm confused.
Is this love?
I'm confused.
In her waters
I drop words-ships...
And I travel with them

Written by
Antoaneta Pavlova
 Dec 2017 Nico Julleza
Graff1980
When the flashes few
fell on the fellows
who knew
how to seek
and perceive
the state of higher things
beyond most human beings.
Somewhere
between
the air
we share
and the things
that make us scared
there is
just a glinting hint
of deeper truths.
 Dec 2017 Nico Julleza
Graff1980
Before the internet
I looked for women,
images I could hold
on to like
a lacy trace
of **** fabric
that rides up and down
the sweet side
of her soft thighs.
The curling black
consuming skin,
but there were spots
where *******
bulged and
bloomed again.
I looked on
in loving lust.
Desire stirred
and I moved as I must
*******
to the devastating
illusion of
secret catalog queens.
 Dec 2017 Nico Julleza
JP
Think
 Dec 2017 Nico Julleza
JP
Others failure,
bring happiness to us
why?
Suddenly
You feel
they are below you!!
river...
our shifting
reflections

Written by
Tiffany Shaw-Diaz
INDIANKUKAI.BLOGSPOT.COM
 Dec 2017 Nico Julleza
Star BG
OH
 Dec 2017 Nico Julleza
Star BG
OH
Oh to gift one with my words
on day where Christmas nears.

To shop in supermarket of mind
that carries variety.

Oh to have musical visions play
in aisles as I dance in verse.

Oh to find the perfect phase,
as I maneuver in a place
where winds of reality stay outside
and consciousness blooms.

Oh to move in an emporium of heartbeats
to tickle page with wares I find.

Oh to gift the reader and poets
who gather to check out my
stash of jargon.

Oh to celebrate,
the one who ingests my lines
for they are a gift themselves.
Inspired by chat with Valsa George   Thanks.
Playfully dancing
Around this strange light
Like a beacon it shines
On this warm and dark night

Calling us close
From our summer night flight
As its beautiful radiance
We are unable to fight

Mindlessly circling
And not understanding of why
But endlessly around
The strange light we all fly

Transfixed by its wonder
And a need to get near
But not daring to do so
Because it’s our death we all fear

But its pull is too strong
On the weak minds and their will
This beautiful strange light
That’s only purpose is to ****

So after many of tries
by the weak and unwise
With a zap and a spark
it takes their short lives

A Moth and a Beetle
Even a few fireflies
It saddens us all to hear
Their last painful cries

So cautiously we circle
The light on the wall
Until the dawn finally comes
And releases us all…
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