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 Aug 2016
Eternal Threshold
Because my poems led you to a
D i s b e l i e f ,
When it meant to bring you
*C l o s e r   t o   m e .
 Jul 2016
CRAZY DAISY
I've read your final words
over and over again
since the day you left me

I have memorized
many simple phrases
and entire pages too

You will always be
my very first love story
A beloved rose garden union
and our hearts
the water of life

I sit here now
in this silent room
filled with melancholy
unwillingly remembering
our supposed destiny

I was your sun
and you my rainstorm
circling in the glorious
heavens above

You left me here alone
like an old forgotten book
on a dusty shelf
in an empty world

I can no longer find
the need to breathe
embracing for my
last earthly breath
as I suffocate
in the truth of it all
 Jun 2016
Keren
#7
He started seeing
all the things I see in myself.
And that's the scariest thing for me
because I know he wont stay.

I was right

*He left me.
 Jun 2016
Ignatius Hosiana
the pieces fall into place
&
sometimes
the place falls into pieces
 Jun 2016
OH NINA
;
Maybe it wasn't for me.
But, what if I wanted it to be?
I still long it was me. It was you. It was us.
i am a mere word of this page
and you are the phrases i admire most that i can't have.
at least give me a proof of sentence,
that i am still part of your paragraph.
i've never thought that this boundless sea of whiteness
can be so lonesome.
the large gap between us and other words,
feels like the vastness of the ocean,
drowning me in and out of the pages.*

©IGMS
the untold story of the lonely word
 Jun 2016
Just Me R
I watched you sleep
Watched your chest rise n fall
You were at peace
Not in torment at all

Your breathing was deep
But you did not snore
You looked content and sweet
I watched you more

You must have sensed me
As you turned to your side
Arms wrapped me tightly
So in your chest I could hide

The soft glow of the moon shone
Casting light from a darken sky
Tomorrow a new day is born
But what a beauiful night for today to die
 Jun 2016
Keren
Sometimes we lost the poet inside us
Because we found ourselves
Dwelling in a place
That has a heartbeat and hazel eyes
Which happen to be
A mere illusion
Because you wont end up together
And when youre hurt
You found yourself being a poet again
Because poetry is your home
And not a person.
Epiphany
 Jun 2016
m i a
bruises, cuts, and scars can go away,
but words, but words, but words,
will always stick and s t a y.
physical things hurt less then words for me.
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