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 Feb 2020
Poetic T
She is every reaction of my
                                  thought.

A reflection of my every
                             movement.

My sight is only for her,
                         never upon

                      another's bust.

My heart couldn't beat,
   without her in my veins..

She is my breath my exhalation.
                       My forever moments

that never fade only make me breath deeper.
 Feb 2020
Malia
Humans
Are always fascinated
By beauty.
And yet
When we see the world’s beauty
We destroy it
In a greedy attempt
To take it for ourselves.
 Feb 2020
Yolanda Komichi
Sweet but sour,
by the hour.
Aim to forget you ,
find love that is true.
For your existence ,
to me is long overdue.

Liquidate you
Slowly as you dissolve I shall gain
You came with the pain
Like nonsense to the brain

Forgotten you like the skies do to the sun
At night , and replace you like moonlight

Bare in mind real is only created once
For the rest you shall find in my image are duplicates

Like a strong heart , I bare the scars of sorrows
I got from loving you
Having you was like an object which was to borrow
You only return when you've exhausted the use

So seek me not in green pastures
For there's is no green grass on the other side

This is no interlude
 Feb 2020
Pax
I fell deep into your abyss
drowning into lust
I swim yet your torrent
drag me down under.

Beyond my last breathe
I resign to sigh my regret
I died in your arms
Loving you was my sin.
Painful love
 Feb 2020
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 Feb 2020
Traveler
I have no need to read
The Art Of War
For I am an artist of peace
I have no need
To even the score
I have no fear to release
Traveler Tim
 Feb 2020
Edmund black
Some days
          I dream of
                   True love
But
                      Most days
                                 I dream of
                                             True dreams
 Feb 2020
Ashly Kocher
To be an “open book” is one thing


But to be able to just read in between the lines



Is completely another thing....
 Feb 2020
Stained Glass
I'm learning to love the sound of my feet walking away from things not meant for me.
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