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  Dec 2016 Kasey Wheeler
Shafira
I saw a faceless man on the hallway today,
on the street the other day
also on my dream when I drift away
it's funny, I couldn't see his face lately
but I could remember
his fragrance
his voice
his laugh
his hands
his touch
his touch!
I could remember everything,
every single thing
every single inch of him
every single of his sweet words
except his face
I swear, his face used to be the last thing I saw before I fell asleep
or when we exchange our feelings on his bed
and now I couldn't see or remember anything about it
but I think I've figured it out,
the reason why he's now a faceless man
it's because love always have a face
and that's the reason why I couldn't see his face
anymore.
anagapesis
(noun) A rare and dead word, anagapesis is defined as the loss of feelings for someone you used to love. It is the process of falling out of love.
  Nov 2016 Kasey Wheeler
inggo
I lost you
I lost myself
Now i'm going through
The curse of the darkest elf

I lost you
You found someone else
Now you're going through
The happiness in fairy tales
  Nov 2016 Kasey Wheeler
Lost Soul
I'm crying for help but silence is what they see
Smiling but the wounds are too deep
Do you see the pain?
Everyone's shoulder... but where's his?
They say he's such a nice kid
Give him an Oscar he earned it
He's putting on a grade A performance
Playing the role but never playing himself
It's a cold world when you're in it by yourself
  Nov 2016 Kasey Wheeler
Sk Abdul Aziz
You say if i get involved with you
I'll be ruined
Well...let me tell you something
I'm ruined from before
You can't ruin me any further
And honestly we're both doomed anyways..
...victims of the apocalypse named 'love'
Broken and damaged beyond repair
We both have nothing to lose
So let's walk on the path of destruction together
I've lived in isolation for a long time now
I'd rather have some company during my final moment of destruction
  Nov 2016 Kasey Wheeler
Mike Hauser
Lay this poet down
When the time arrives
In a field of fresh cut words
On a bed of softened rhyme

Feel free to cover me
From my head down to my feet
In a poetic form to keep me warm
Perhaps a blanket of allegory

Place a silken sonnet pillow
Underneath my weary head
In a field of fresh cut words
On top a rhyming bed
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