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When
the
sun sets
gorgeously
behind the mountains,
we are reminded everyday-
There is always beauty to be found amidst darkness.

-FJ. Pacaldo
|Fibonacci Poem |poetistician
Sometimes I wonder
if noise had a colour
then what shade
would silence be
 Jun 2020 Bella Isaacs
Eva
2020
 Jun 2020 Bella Isaacs
Eva
I never liked horror films,
but it seems as if
it's our only reality.
 Jun 2020 Bella Isaacs
angelique
you breathe in sweet zephyrs
you speak in rosewood and petal-moss
you sing in cascading ultramarine
you smile in gleaming lavender lust
blue
like the ionian sea
or silken-soul river
and momentarily
a lucid
sapphire touch
~ and your eyes,
they burn like a blue sun ~
 Jun 2020 Bella Isaacs
Loveless
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
She was a force.

So resilient, that even the strongest powers of nature, were terrified to cross her. She wore her hair in messy ringlets, laughed unapologetically, rocked red lipstick, and didn’t sweat the small stuff. Nothing the universe threw at her could knock her down.

Except

there were still parts of her, that she hoped no one could see. Fragments of a woman just trying to make it through. She loved from a distance, spoke clearly with caution, only allowing herself to be vulnerable when she was alone. No one could see that she too, was human.

She was a paradox.

Each piece of her contradicting the other, and she made sure to never let anyone in long enough, to understand what lived below her surface.
Being a poet
is both a pain and a privilege.

All you do is
bleed your emotions
on a thousand pages
while people sing your praises
for ages.
Only a poet will understand.
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