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 Jun 2020
Mrs Timetable
My first canvas
Wasn't paper
Or my face
It was my closet walls
In crayon
Behind the clothes
And shoe boxes
My hidden away space
Undiscovered
For so long
Until it was time
To repaint
True story. I also used to love drawing on my skin with ballpoint pen which I stopped doing because my mom would almost scrub my skin off.
 Jun 2020
witchy woman
everything about you is beautiful
your soul, delicate & musical
introspective
through your eyes & lens

similar stories
from worlds apart
bound by invisible
quivering thread.

tying us as one

we look eye to eye
the light in one another
beside the setting sun.

from city skylines,
forests green
and lakes vast and blue.

the shared experience
of being human
is what binds me
to you.
just about the one thing we can all relate to. Being human. Loving each other and finding that connection within one another. To have acceptance for others simply due to having the shared human experience
 Jun 2020
Jeremie
In these moments with you
I can feel the oceans in me
rippling with gratitude.
Eternally grateful I am,
for the space you have created
in my world.

The warmth of your love
has healed the many wounds
of my fathers before me.

An angel you are.
An answer to all of
God’s daily prayers
as well as my own.  

I have built altars
in your name
within this temple.

Please mylove,
Come take a glimpse
into my heart
and know how much
you are loved.
A bliss that cannot be matched on Earth, nor exceeded in Heaven
 Jun 2020
Eloisa
She goes to the woods
when she misses him,
She dances with the falling leaves
as the wind blows and begins to hum his name.
 May 2020
Eloisa
Regrets, clouds of doubt
Random mistakes, broken vows
This uncertainty
Worry less my dear, don’t fear
I’d take your hand, please take mine
 May 2020
Poetic T
Hues glistened above her face,
        prisms of droplets catching
the light as each fell..

This was ecstasy,
          A rainbow covering

                             her features...
 May 2020
a m a n d a
there are all these
people
just going around
passing through
my life
thinking they are
n o t h i n g
   or maybe fleeting
or forgotten
when they have
no idea
that they
are life itself,
and to me
are each
so unfathomably unique
and beautiful,
that the mere
thought of them
sustains me.
 May 2020
Salmabanu Hatim
at last their lips touched
heaven's doors flew open
two souls became one.
29/5/2020
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