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 2h
Repentant
High like the potter
Kissed your eyes like a gutted
Goat
Sliced into pieces
National kissing day and blood
Is on your lips and on your eyes
My dear dementor
One day
Before you die
Between all your preys
Have me in your dreams
Remember my kiss
Read this unexpectedly
Feeling that it's like someone's writing
Let the butterflies fly
In your stomach as you lie
In your deathbed we will meet
I will hunt you in your dreams
Kiss, kiss good bye my darling
Kiss, kiss bang bang my dumpling
You can be mischievous huh?
You were wrong though all along
Kiss, kiss sleep snow white
White as the ghost in the skies
I will be your potter boy
You will be rotting corpse
 6h
Arii
It’s not a lot that I can give, not a lot that I have,
It’s just a drop in the bucket toward my goal to be better.
But even so, I wish I could give more than I’ve given myself,
Everything I have and anything I’ve had

So it didn’t go to waste
Rotting in a corner, in a room, in a space
That I can never go to again,
Or rather don’t want to go to once more

But rather reminisce about
Something that isn’t the burden
And weight that’s taken place in my heart
When I can’t look at someone else and say

I’ve done them right for once.
Futile, as my efforts are
‘Cause until now there’s not a lot I can find
That would be worth the effort or time

Others have to wait for something
As big as beating cancer,
as small as a birthday,
And from someone like me
On a day like that, of all days.

But I can give myself
And I can be here,
Forever, however long that is,
If someone would like,
I can be
I wrote this ages ago and apparently I didn't post it here, or I did and I just can't find it XD
 15h
Bekah Halle
I saw them rain clouds —
In the far-off distance.

So I went about my day;
Flipping and fleeting,
Bopping and bleating,
Swiping and sweeping.

Until they were overhead —
And didn't they get me then!
Alternative heading: 'em rainy clouds?
 17h
Bekah Halle
Poetry should  be taught --
But it's better to be tried.

Poetry can be taught;
But it's better to be lived!
Do you agree?
 18h
Bekah Halle
About turn,
Face fear —
Discern, and
Have faith  —

No more looking
To the left and to the right,
But investing right where you are —
In You and realising in Your love.

I’m ready,
For a new season of faith,
Less heady,
And more heart.

Delving deeper,
Within Your loving embrace —
No longer a sleeper,
But expansively awake!

Truly present in life,
And Your love.
 1d
Poetic T
Like a work horse,
My body feels worn.
I can’t turn the soil
Of life everyday..

I think I need to be euthanised..
Or at least hibernate
for the weekend.

Painkillers eaten like skittles..

Four varieties of woes..
My body the water,
The pills skimming
Across my Pain threshold..

Hidden disabilities,
a hide an seek of explanations.
You ill today.. sighs..
I’m Forever Sighing,
At the ignorance of others
I have fibromyalgia and some days feel like hell and other days I feel like ringing ignorant people nogins (heads) lol I have to take morphine cocodamol naproxen Nortriptyline so you can imagine my forever pains
There's no fear of others
if one fears not of their own self
it's the lack of faith of the person
that has created this dilemma
 2d
dude
“For the longest time I thought the letters for tiddy sizes was like the grade system. Kept asking myself what’s the big deal about d’s? Those are below average tiddys! But I totally get it now.”

-Stevie Wonder (2003)
This isn’t poetry!
Living
if  you call it living

vicariously
through  you

a passenger on  every
trip

where
you always drove
~
Tonight underneath debris
Family foreclosure
...
Heaven's legs dawn through window
Offer artificial hope
...
Employee to love
Dressed for escape
...
Pleasure town angel
A multi-colored pretty thing
...
Mom questions way
Daughter drives to parties
...
Empty lips talk
**** reflection patterns
...
Death inside mom and dad
Beautifully cold skin
...
War god kiss
Midnight blue people (at dinner table)
...
Young shadows flower
Final stars fire
...
Money born cloud
Raining on remnants of family
...
Is there nothing
Left to mortgage?

~
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