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Oct 2021 NAN

A Poet

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I am sorry to my heart,
sorry to my mind
sorry to my body,
sorry to my eyes that have cried.
I beg for forgiveness, for tearing them apart.
As I put my worth in the hands of men who never had that right.

Oct 2021 NAN

s̶e̶e̶i̶n̶g̶

Oct 2021 NAN

A Poet

s̶e̶e̶i̶n̶g̶

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I am lost in this dark road of sadness,
I walk ever deeper into the darkness,
     never arriving at the destination.
And from the shrouded dark abyss
of my own phantasmagoric creation I fail to comprehend.
    Am I crazed or simply blind?
Where is the light that they speak of?
  Where is the love we seek to complete our own failures?
Questions unanswered, stuck to this road
  please, teach me to live without s̶e̶e̶i̶n̶g̶.

Oct 2021 NAN

m̶o̶d̶e̶r̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶

Oct 2021 NAN

A Poet

m̶o̶d̶e̶r̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶

Did you get home last night?
" I spent the night at her house"
- m̶o̶d̶e̶r̶n̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶r̶t̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶

Oct 2021 NAN

ǝʌol

Oct 2021 NAN

A Poet

ǝʌol

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You say its love,
But are always fighting,
So can it truly be love?

Oct 2021 NAN

🄿🄰🄸🄽🅃 🄼🄴

Oct 2021 NAN

A Poet

🄿🄰🄸🄽🅃 🄼🄴

Paint me naked,
A million ways,
I will never be content,
With what gazes back .

Oct 2021 NAN

r̶o̶m̶a̶n̶t̶i̶c̶i̶z̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶r̶a̶i̶n̶

Oct 2021 NAN

A Poet

r̶o̶m̶a̶n̶t̶i̶c̶i̶z̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶r̶a̶i̶n̶

Save me from this romanticized brain,
my body enacts its revenge,
Engrossed in an end that does not end.
It penetrated my soul, my body, my mind.
Save me! Save me! From myself!
From these thoughts, of this **** r̶o̶m̶a̶n̶t̶i̶c̶i̶z̶e̶d̶ ̶b̶r̶a̶i̶n̶
.

Oct 2021 NAN

A̶l̶o̶n̶e̶

Oct 2021 NAN

A Poet

A̶l̶o̶n̶e̶

Why am I alone?
Pondering and lingering,
consumed in irregular thought.
Why are my tears not heard?
The soul it weeps not seen?
This pain, streamed from my eyes, leaves its sour taste.
Why am I alone?
Happiness surrounds me, and pain imprisons me.
Free me from this cage,
      it chokes me,
          it's shadow paints me,
                  free me from this loneliness.
-A̶l̶o̶n̶e̶

Oct 2021 NAN

d̶i̶s̶a̶p̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶m̶e̶n̶t̶

Oct 2021 NAN

A Poet

d̶i̶s̶a̶p̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶m̶e̶n̶t̶

Chains of d̶i̶s̶a̶p̶p̶o̶i̶n̶t̶m̶e̶n̶t̶s,
  are my tributes to the world.
Failed poems full of incogitable nuances
   each number, another sorrow,
Full of my of diluted fantasies of happiness.
Paint a succession of damages, of a broken heart
    which sings its same old tune,
        old , overplayed, disappointing tune.

Oct 2021 NAN

H̶o̶m̶e̶

Oct 2021 NAN

A Poet

H̶o̶m̶e̶

Am I dying awake?
   or living a dream.
I do know I am drowning,
  falling deeper, deeper, gasping, begging, pleading,
      praying for help!
This H̶o̶m̶e̶, yes, this symbol, we "called" home
  is killing me softly, as it fails to contain this soul.
    Which weeps and dies, for this symbol a constant reminder
     that we used to inhabit.

Oct 2021 NAN

§†å†ïðñ

Oct 2021 NAN

A Poet

§†å†ïðñ

Like the trains,
  that always run late.
      I was late to love,
      I was late to happiness,
      But I was early to the desolate sea of loneliness that awaits us,
        as the train gets lost in the foggy gray hills of death,
             we all reach. . . you were early to that stop.
                   I am still late waiting for the station, for us to meet.