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 Jul 2019
Jack Jenkins
Same, same, same, same,
Same, same, same;
Words, words, words, words, words;
Something about love,
Something about life;

Copy // paste broken feelings;
Attempts at a deeper meaning;
Trapped with the same words,
Said differently;
Seven hundred plus posted poems,
Seven hundred more I scrapped;
But every one I write,
Feels like I'm on page one...
//On my art//



Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO

Our life shall pass through
We will be blessed
For the LOVE, For the LOVE
That has happened between us

Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO

We've richly occupied
The space within each other
We've built the castle of LOVE
The heavens divine
A world without identities
A life without boundaries

Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO

Our worlds collided
Like the two milky-ways
Drifting into each other
Into the Black-Hole of LOVE
To be united into ONE
To dissipate all that was TWO

Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO

Our LOVE is legendary
It can never be mistaken
For anything else but a FABLE
A Philo-poetic proverbial lore
A Shakespearean montage of
"Romeo - Zuliet"
A Nizami fresco of
"Layla-Majnun"

Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO

Even if they pursue
Our separation
Even if they crusade
Our prosecution
Even if they engage
In our crucifixion
They can't even come near
To touch and degrade us
In the end, they will fall
And reckon our LOVE

Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO

Those who attempts
To distance LOVERz
Will beget Karma's curse
The generations will burn
The oceans will dry up
The mountains will sink
The earth will afire
The sky will bleed
And the SUN will fall

Until YOU're ONE with me
We can never be TWO




Let everyone know
"LOVE" can not be defeated - EVER
 Jul 2019
ymmiJ
you make my heart ache
sweetest, deepest, truest pain
loving you just hurts
 Jul 2019
Dhia Awanis
Your heart is an empty auditorium
during business hours
where everyone's too busy
to even see a play

It’s quiet, silent, and hollow,
like the cemetery at 3 a.m
and you will be frightened
by its silence

But as it heals,
the empty room will become
a hallway full of people
and it will foster

Until the emptiness turned into a parade
where broken parts march back
towards the eternal void,
and fill up the spaces
someday, you will love again
 Jun 2019
Dhia Awanis
[ The Ache of Longing ]

It feels like an echo of hundred lifetimes ago,
that she almost failed to reminisce
the last time another soul looking through her
and tell her that her mind is brilliant;
that it's her warmth that captivates the most

And for what it's worth, she knows better
what it felt like to be seen for all that she is
and to be embraced for all that she isn't;
that she was never a quiet drizzle
but the storm that brings wreckage
yet, she was understood and accepted

//

[ The Echo from The Past ]

These days she never heard those words coming back to her
bet they won't even bother noticing what her eye color was
was it deep jet black? was it brown with a little hint of hazel?
since they were too busy staring at her curvy waist
that everything else becomes blur and dull

Sometimes when the day feels longer than the night,
and her cheeks started to weary of carrying her grin
she would contemplate of how good it must have felt
to have a comforting silence that worth thousand of words
where she could rest her overwhelmed thoughts for a while
yet, somehow the void that creeps inside her chest is filled
i wish one day,
someone would see through her again
to see that she is more than just
a skeleton made of bones and muscles;
she is a skeleton made of thoughts
 Jun 2019
Dhia Awanis
In this ocean of probabilities and uncertainties,
it's not death that I am most afraid of
since death is the only thing that is certain
yet, it's life and to be alive

In death, you only have one possibility
your nonexistent; an eternal darkness
of which light could never reach again,
even your loudest scream sounds like a long silence

In life, every steps taken create alternate endings,
perhaps sometimes you made the right choices
but when it comes that you didn't, it will haunt you
for the rest of your life that you'd start to wonder;

"what's on the other side of the roads you didn't take?"
"what happened if you'd only brave enough to take the risk?"
"what if what you thought was right, wasn't?"

Thus live, instead of just exist
worry not of your demise, but every seconds you spent
for life and death is only as thin as a thread;
make sure it is worth your while
it takes more than a pulse
and a pair of working lungs
to call a life,
living
 Jun 2019
Dhia Awanis
They'd say history is written by the victors,
through soldier's gun and grenades
through journalist's pen and paper

Unbeknownst to them,
the legacy they have sworn to protect
is curved from thousands of lifeless bodies,
glued with blood, pain, grief, and despair
of those whose names won't fit in history
MAKE LOVE NOT WAR
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