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 Jun 2020 Bella Isaacs
mel
I strip myself of these tattered clothes,
And seek refuge in you.

Breathing out this aged agony,
For in your breath I am anew.

I refuse to rot with the moon,
For, I've met the sun.

He introduced me to my imperfections,
and the beauty held within them.

So, instead of rotting,
I flourish.

It will never be over soon,
For, I am eternal when I'm with you.
Raw Growth
 Jun 2020 Bella Isaacs
Elaine Yu
Rays of love
Endless
Piercing the dark sky of the universe
Direct to earth

Rays of love
Extending all the way
Cross eath
From north pole to south pole
Illuminates all skin tones
Illuminate all life
Make the gloom disappear

Rays of love
Breakthrough the day and night cycle
Four seasons replacement
Let the darkness of night and winter hide nowhere
Let the dawn and sunrise are always with you

Rays of love
Never end
Listen to "Rays of love" by Mehdi
Just write
Express your thoughts
On backs of napkins if required to
Sand at beaches
Dust
Snow
Mud
Any surface will do!
And the men and the women who inhabit are the authors of this story titled life
 Jun 2020 Bella Isaacs
Regina
a strawberry kiss in July.....is the
sweetest of summer desires
 Jun 2020 Bella Isaacs
Sjr1000
Death was sticking a gun
in the back of my neck
It hurt like hell
I started to beg.

I realized than
If death pulled the trigger
There would be nothing,
The deepest dark
Just like before we were born.

I became totally calm, peaceful
and
content.

Surrender

All that remained
Was a whisper
And the endless silence.
The end of fear.

The dream it knew.

My days were never to be the same.
 Jun 2020 Bella Isaacs
angelique
smile sigh walk away
still roaming all the hotels and cabarets
wallowing in sophistry and idle banter
as love and retribution fade

hearing feverish words from a parallel universe
where attention is hell and ignorance is bliss
and all the emerald cities and vast molten plains
disappear into the nothingness
of your jaded gaze
lost
A touch of the setting sun
clouds redly stained
the wind skims through jungles
and mountains
then stops
at the entrance to the valley
solitary whispers of birds
awaits
wandering alone
in the wilderness of time
sun gradually drops
a few big trees
hold up the sky
in this valley i'm reaching
as if trying to catch yesterday's sun.
poetry, poem, poems, prose, imagery, evening, nature, sunset, wilderness, time, creative writing
 Jun 2020 Bella Isaacs
Isaac
they come from all the words
left unsaid in our heads
blood from all the swords
bleach the paper red

they come from all the songs
left unsung in/at our wakes
from all our deathbed wrongs
till death do us part (for our sake?)

they come from all the paintings
left undone, hung upside down
stabbed into the wall, only waiting
for us to make our rounds

where do poems come from?
they come from us, to you
from you, to us,
from you, to you.
This community amazes me again and again. I love it here.
Dear god I miss you
and I dance to the blues
feeling sick all the while
my toes are anemic
there’s a frog in my throat
it’s all a bit wrong
and we dance to the blues
two left feet all the while
it doesn’t quite suit us
these bathroom tiles on the floor
the ballroom dancing to the blues
we don’t touch all the while
dear god I miss you
I haven’t seen you in weeks
it’s all a bit wrong
and all a bit blue.
'Ode to my sleeping love...', written early 2020, during third year of university
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