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 Dec 2019 Corrinne Shadow
Desire
She’s a lost soul
Encrypted in kryptonite
Society never failed to lie to her
She was born perfect
But the world just didn’t see it
So day by day
Society would wash the real her away
And the tragedy was
Society’s lost soul was itself
In depth in destruction and insecurity
Society killed itself
For everyone knew
Society was just a bluff
This world I live in tends to focus on others and their thoughts. It has people like me feeling more lonely than ever, this poem was meant to show the real problem is society and the insecurities it holds but reflects onto others. Everyone is perfect, and society is just a bluff.
of course I’m still in love.

many of them.

one with you,
one is yours.


and I look so warmly forward to you.


it is still you I speak to;
I hear when my mind is quiet.


and it’s you I purely cry for,
if anything I’ll ever do could be.


of course.
maybe always
there’s a half-life to our interacting.
and I am a scientist, scrutinizing it.

a certain proximity, and I
am irradiated, by you, anew,
every time.

I am burned up.
frayed,
and right here, on display.
taking diligent notes on the fallout
today, in this wasteland.


I search the ground
with my hand and
an eyeglass.



I shouldn’t like what I find.
I wish for us, both of us,
to be a circle with no end...
There won't be corners of secrets.

Let's be a circle
and live a circulating life
with no corners of secrets.

Let's take off our clothes
Be clear to one another
as we expose each other's scars
and be a closet with no skeletons.

In the darkest hour
let's not play hide and seek
let's be there for each other
we won't get lost
I will be your moonlight
and you will  be my star.

Be there
to complement me
I will be there
to complete you.
This poem Is dedicated to Portia Makwela.
I saw it in me
the tiny emptiness that had caressed my heart.

I could smile,
I could laugh
Yet, I felt incomplete.

I saw it in me
to travel around the world
to find the spark to fill my incompleteness.

I got lost on the way
however, I did not forget to pray.

I felt unrealized
a bit stricken and shallow
yet, I never stopped breathing.

It was just a feeling, It only needed a healing.

I saw it in me
to find her - ' the midnight's moonshine'
her... the affulgent bliss of my life.

She left her space
like a blink of a meteor
eliminating the ups and downs of the sky
and came to me -  now, we are one.

We have settled in each other's arms.
This poem is dedicated to Portia Makwela.
Love is wicked
It is not possible that
there is hope
after the break-up
I believe that
we are just naive and intolerant.
This is my first attempt to write reverse Poetry.

Read from the top to the bottom and from the bottom to the top.
 Dec 2019 Corrinne Shadow
CAM
Repeat
 Dec 2019 Corrinne Shadow
CAM
I don't repeat things consistently.

I don't repeat things consistently

I don't repeat things

I don't repeat

I don't


Unless they're important


Apparently,
Nothing can be important anymore
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