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Flowers you planted bloom in my lungs,
bright oranges and burning reds
their roots weave an intricate cage around my heart
but although they may look pretty,
I find I cannot breathe.
Do the flowers mourn when one is picked?
I know that question is kinda morbid and sick.
But I’ve always wondered if they somehow know,
Like for weddings and birthdays that it’s their time to go?

Do they feel sorry for lovestruck dames,
That pull off petals whilst saying their crushes’ names,
That pulled the last petal on “He loves me not”?
Do they feel bad that she’s distraught?

Do they compete on who’s the prettiest?
Each person has an opinion of which flower is the best,
Of their looks are they actually aware,
Do flowers even care?
 Nov 2024 Torri Pines
Mark Bell
Mona Lisa
Eyeball pleaser
Painted by some
Artist geezer
Van Gogh sunflowers
Loads of money
If Vince was alive
He would find it funny
Constable a painter of note
Was a White van man
In an overcoat,
Ed the munch
Painted his scream
Monet and the Lillie’s
Looked so serene
All these artists
Are all now dead
There creative ghosts
Reside inside my shed
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what if.
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time is fleeting
love her hard
love her fast
give everything you can
for as long as you have
be open
be honest
be humbled
admit your defeats
she will give you every thing
every part unraveled
stand with her
do not run from her magic
a love like that
may only come around but once
it is a fate far worse than any
to wonder what if.


~
 Nov 2024 Torri Pines
Sahil
In the pursuit of happiness
I found you,  but somewhere I lost me
You set my heart on fire
You set my dreams free
I loved our little chatter
I loved your every little thing
But now that I look back
It all just leaves a sting

I never realized when you drifted apart
I still kept holding onto the string
You crushed my little heart
And all I could do was sing

Sang the songs of my pain  
Sang the songs of my screams
I never knew it was all in vain
It was all just a broken dream
Thank you all for the response on this, I’ve stopped writing since a while back but the response on this made me wanna pick up the pen back again!!! Thank you everyone for the reigniting the love ai had for this art!
 Nov 2024 Torri Pines
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memories
 Nov 2024 Torri Pines
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that’s the curious thing
about memories you see;
no matter if you’re thinking
about the best ones
or the worse ones
they each leave you feeling
a little emptier afterwards.
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her magic
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moonlight spilling from her eyes
magic pouring from her lips
the universe in audience of her beauty
even the stars would weep with envy


~
 Nov 2024 Torri Pines
Mark Bell
I'm sorry for being me
I'm sorry for you being you
I wish we were all the same
You know it's all laughable

I want us to be all rich
And live where we are equal
I wish it we were the same you and me
You know it's a all  just fantasy.

I teach you what's right and wrong
You teach me what's right and wrong
We all hold hands and skip with glee
You know the world is a fantasy

There is no bad just only good
all races smiling all understood
All races agreeing you and me
I'm so sorry you will never see this fantasy

Words like racism gone forever
All roses and ice cream
Just as we turn the corner ,blink
in the back ground you will
all hear humanity scream.
 Nov 2024 Torri Pines
Mark Bell
One more night
One more morning
Skin on skin
Warmth of your smile
Fragrant breath
Please stay awhile.
Days are long
Colourless sky
With you there’s  no why
Give me the dark
Give me the light
One more morning
One more night
Flesh on flesh
Sweet!
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