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 Feb 2021
Aladdin Aures H
The wind stretching through her slopes
Sounds like creating uncertain songs
In precise and vivid echo of mountains
I smell the vanilla perfume over the leaves
Such beauty flower made my perfumes
As sap it takes to nourish trees roots
Such a beauty delighted over the hills
Even skies had no excessive dark tints
With soft clouds that slides in silence
Drawing her beautiful gorgeous face
She is more than attractive for my sonnets
Such a lingering mirror of her race
To make you travel along with mysteries
Counting hours, minutes, and seconds
With her every small moment!, counts
In a powdery light of her golden ages
I feel her emotions between the worlds
Captivating me in circles of sunset and sunrise
Sparkling sunlight on her face such silk on peaks
Makes you diving on it's divine furrows
To renew your thoughts and inner souls
From pole to pole to vanished existence
You will sweep away between your ashes
In a world more sublime than your wishes
Under her beauty's wind that keeps chases
And the singing winds upon my ears
Her eyelashes such peacock feathers
With soft look more dangerous than the killers
And unique smiles that flirting the eyes
An angel reflects the beauty on all degrees
My heart swells cracks in slight noises
Among the winged gods in swarms
Her lovely air so rare in phenomenal forms
Makes them dance and shot their arrows
One by one she downed the crowds
Hail hail !, and stay on your knees
May the radiance of your face shines
For the beauty queen's extreme sweetness
She reinventing love in magical romance
Her warmer hugs will really suffice
She offers her love with glorious desires

Author / Aladdin Aures H.
 May 2020
Kate Millar
A memory is under rated
What felt so right at one point in time
Now just minutes or a glimpse of what might have been

It’s like a dream that your mind created
A scene from a movie
That keeps playing in your mind

I have to pinch myself now to keep that memory alive
No longer real or present
Just a scene
To be forgotten

A memory that will soon be erased
It didn’t happen
It was all make believe
 May 2020
Sara
When a flower begins to grow,
do you hear it cry?
Does it fret about the water supply,
or the illogical odds of snow?
In spring does it wish for the summer,
or that rather it grew by the lake?
No- it blooms without worry, with grace,
and this is Man’s biggest mistake.
when we slow down, and reconnect with ourselves, we realise our inner capability and potential. Stress negates abundance, don’t sleep on your true self x
 May 2020
Maeve
I lay here
In bed
Bathed in soft orange light
Thinking of you
And your phantom
Touch
And the tears that sting
My eyes when I think
Of you
And your soft, golden skin
And the pale amber that bathes my walls
And my face
And spills into the night
At 2 A.M. when I’m cold
And pulling
The rich velvet
Blanket of your laugh
Up to my chin
In the dark.
 May 2020
Ylzm
The Dragon speaks
of himself truly;
Unmasked and undisguised,
                                              in his own voice
of his vices, his schemes, and his doctrines
to lead astray the elect — if that is possible —

Feeding them bread laced
with leaven, the rot of wealth
and power of one’s will to believe;
With mighty signs in riches
                                             and magic.

But failure comes often and death slowly
— for Love is patient unto repentance —
but inevitably and unattributably:
for death and failures are but the dead’s faith
lacking and false,
                             which is nothing but the truth.
Thrown away
When you are done
I'm tired
Of being disposable
 May 2020
Àŧùl
It shows old posts as new ones,
And the new ones just disappear in thin air.
Is anyone else facing the same error?
 May 2020
idiosyncrasy
they say
boys want a girl
that is good
in the kitchen

i just
want a girl
that is good
in my arms
xoxo
 May 2020
Heavy Hearted
The toll of Angers tide -
Compels us on, and forward

Forward:
Satisfaction, it never comes!
Forward;
the only direction left to go,
Onward-
We stumble.
Forward-
We're pushed.

The toll of Angers tide -
Compels us on,
Pushing
Pushing us further, pushing us forward...

the tolling of angers tide-
the unrelenting force.
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