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Druzzayne Rika Oct 2023
Attributes of autumn surround,
As love's sweet malady astounds.
My heart beats faster, breath drawn deep,
As love's embrace I long to keep.

Oh, cure this love that makes me yearn,
My soul with fervent passion burn.
Like leaves that fall in golden hues,
My love for you will never lose.

But autumn's chill can bring me fear,
Lest love's sweet bloom should disappear.
So calm my mind with love's embrace,
And banish doubt with tender grace.

My love, my heart, my autumn dream,
Together through the seasons gleam.
For though the leaves may fade and fall,
Our love will stand forever tall
  Oct 2023 Druzzayne Rika
irinia
the breath of history in unknown bodies
intoxicate my sight I might say
it chokes me with a mystified light
I have to learn how to breath my own life
it's easy to confuse the absent with the real
the incorporation of dread, hidden feelings
and unspoken truths a subtle tyranny
no body carried my body in a mind

I want to spend my life writing love stories I will
forget by midnight and rewrite with laughter

between generations a subtle struggle cause there isn't still
enough space inside for the life of one's boundaries
it's either you or me to suffer but everybody is OK
we smile at each other, we appreciate each other

unbearable life colonizes the body with unbearable silence, signs without symbols but symptoms, drives and confiscated stories
unreachable bodies woven together by force in the fabric of illusion
cast a dimming shadow like the melancholy of an echo heard
by no body
Druzzayne Rika Oct 2023
Tomorrow they won't care
At all, you'll be
Like dust in the air,
Nothing is fair.
Druzzayne Rika Oct 2023
It's always at parting
Suddenly you become important
While you struggled everyday before
Nobody seems to care to
Check on you
Now you are a shiny toy
People poke in to
Check on you
Going away to another part
Want you to stop,
when you want to restart.
  Oct 2023 Druzzayne Rika
Pagan Paul
Deep is the heart of the Forest
a sound stirs sending shivers of sorrow
through the undergrowth
to where wonderful willows wildly weep.

Deep is the voice of the Forest
its core carefully calling clipped chords
through the luscious canopy
to aptly announce an autumn abundance.

Deep is the love of the Forest
in light lancing little lazy legacy lines
through the fresh downpour
to relish rain rapidly replenishing roots.


© Pagan Paul
  Oct 2023 Druzzayne Rika
Eliza
of all the things i regret,
You will never be one of them.
  Oct 2023 Druzzayne Rika
Pagan Paul
Anx
.
Poor, poor girl.
Frightened of her own shadow.
So I turned her around
to face the Sun.


© Pagan Paul
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