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 Jun 2018 Bablo
A Thomas Hawkins
Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again
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 Jun 2018 Bablo
luci
.                                         it rides everything
                                  ~=~.~=~.~=~.~=~~=~.~­=~.~=~
              it pulls me in the morning and doesn't let me get out of bed
                it keeps me from flying away when i don't want to be here
                      it makes me fall for pretty strangers and their promises
                              it lets my fingers drown on my thoughts as i write
                                          it lets senseless words drop from my mouth
                                                   it forces people to not dream too much
                                                           keep your head on your shoulders
                                                       ­                and your feet in the ground
                                                          ­                             it lets things break
                                                           ­                                       it lets things
                                                          ­                                                        die
yet
a­ll those days
that sink and lay
with time will make sense
because gravity rides everything
                              ~=~.~=~.~=~.~=~.~=~~=~.~­=~.~=~.~=~
                                everything falls right into place.
 Jun 2018 Bablo
She Writes
You didn’t know how to love me
The way I needed to be loved
You didn’t know how to hold me
And show me I was enough
 May 2016 Bablo
Gwen Johnson
You say you're not good at art
but I've seen you create things
on your hardest days
and it's a masterpiece
knowing that the world is still so bright to you
Even at its darkest
And you are darling in the way
That you try to pick something
You love about yourself each day
Because you know great artworks
Aren't always beautiful as a whole
I waned to challenge myself to write positive things about me, and I challenge everyone else to do the same. If anyone does follow my lead and write a love poem to themselves message me or comment on this poem telling me you did because I would love to check them out!
Her
It's not unaware to me that I am not the air you would like to breathe. My atmosphere is too heavy, too overwhelming. Hers is as light as the snowflakes intertwined with her hair. She's an object of attraction, while my features are outweighed by my abyss of a soul. You can not own me, like you want to possess her. Her vessel is purely physical, mine is as solid as the howling wind. My air is pressurizing. Her air is enough to breathe safely.
 May 2016 Bablo
Prathipa Nair
You are always Mine,
And that's always Fine.
In between never a Line,
Which distracts our love to Shine!

From your eyes that wine,
Flows through my spine,
Holding me like a twine;
Tells me you are always mine!

From your lips that smile,
That comes even from Mile,
Making me smile like a Nile;
Tells me you are always Mine!
 May 2016 Bablo
Prathipa Nair
RAIN
 May 2016 Bablo
Prathipa Nair
A bundle of cotton clouds
Floating in a lake of blue sky
With a bang of splash
An electric wire of thunder
With his wife, the lightning
Touches the blue lake
Showering the earth
With crystal clear dew drops
Presenting the earth a perfume
With an inspiring muddy scent
Giving it a name RAIN !!!
 May 2016 Bablo
Lonely girl
I'm so tired
I'm sad...
He didn't see my sadness
& told me U don't practice...????
he is a good teacher...
& I like him so much..
but he has never been understand  me...
has never been like me...
has never been try to pleasure me...
he made me to hate my lesson...
I wish u were kinder...
& more be careful to behave the student respect U...
I leave your good class although I love it...
i can't forgive her for not understanding...
Don't forget I couldn't sleep some nights...
Just because U made me crying...!
To my dear teacher...
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