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 Jan 2022 Papaya
august
poetry
 Jan 2022 Papaya
august
poetry saves me everyday
it is a place for me
to retreat and rest from the world
when i feel too tired to exist
it is a place for me to regain strength
to continue to grow like a flower
poetry is like sunlight
warm, welcoming, and inviting
poetry gives me a sense of a new beginning
to find a way to myself
poetry gives me hope
in knowing that maybe
i am good enough for something
 Jan 2022 Papaya
Manx Pragna
i guess i'm selfish
i don't care about anything or anyone
besides myself
and my own interests
i'm trying
to be better
and i'm the victim
with all my ******* and procrastination
my worst enemy
my subconscious, consciousness, and imagination
my mind is a travesty
a shrine to mania
a tapestry of degradation
it's insanity
the man i want to be
is who i stab at in the mirror
 Jan 2022 Papaya
wordvango
It seems
All things
Begin and end
As daydream
Forms
A torn
Piece of a
Skirt left
one broken
Shard of
Colored glass
A folder
With only
One match
Left
The torn
And tat-
tered....
scattered
Bout as
Remnant frames
In
Scrapbooks
Loose
Granite forms
In memoriam
Fragile and mortal
When true
Love Is
No more
low maintenance shrub
no known pests or diseases
sweet fragrance, sweetshrub
 Jan 2022 Papaya
Neville Johnson
It’s the real thing
I fell in love with her differences
But we like the same thing
Like walks in the park
Hearing birds that sing

This is a love that will never grow old
Want to know why?
Fate collided with destiny
Creating this fire inside
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