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  May 2020 Xaela San
laura
It's not how much you say,
it's what you say that matters.
  May 2020 Xaela San
The Wonderess
How wise of you
To go at your
Own pace

To leave their lane
And reject their
Silly race...

-growth is a process
  May 2020 Xaela San
Grey
All I have ever
wanted is to have my own
love story... but I
guess even that one thing is
too much to ask, isn't it?
5/14/2020
Everyone's talking about April, but what happened to the first half of May??
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
Xaela San May 2020
Worry not

My ink is dried

No more poems

Concerning you
Silently shrill
a scary chill
has run down the spine
of our blue planet windmill
So many deceased
Too many ill
mounting and surmounting
the healthcare bill
Breathing for many
is like climbing uphill
or like panting on
your home treadmill
And it's frightening when
there is nil a pill.
A minute invisible
virus doth **** .
Pray to God for mercy
bow and kneel!
Many are dying
without a will
It's safer to stay home
by the window sill
The world seems to have come
to a standstill
You now have time to sharpen
your poetic quill
In lockdown pray
and ink still spill
You may hone
your poetic skill
Until the virus
has had its fill.
Corona they say feels like drowning
like a fish without a gill
for we can't breathe
like the eel or krill.
In mouths hot water
flush and swill
Exterminate this virus?
only God can and will.
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