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Reconstruction

To be free of this insufferable pain I tolerate,
Such aches and pains I can't even rate.
I grind my teeth as I **** it up and tolerate,
Is this to always be my sad lonely fate?
The world has dealt me a sad hand,
My Psyche lost  in the wind as grains of sand.
Wounded inside I bleed unseen by eyes,
I cry out to those foreboding dark skies.
This aesthetic world sees not my sorrow,
Must I always smile even as I fear tomorrow.
Should I not face my calamities boldly?
Stand for what I firmly believe steadfastly.
Let my convictions be my salve,
Allow pent up emotions a release valve.
Fill my being with new love so beautiful,
Rebuild a connection that is decidedly wonderful.
©Perveiz Ali
 Nov 2015 Flor Boetsch
S
I'm Sorry
 Nov 2015 Flor Boetsch
S
I'm sorry
That I can't help but smile
When you say my name

I'm sorry
If you can hear my heart pounding
When you're near

I'm sorry*
If I'm a bit of a mess
You do that to me
With your wavy hair
and perfect eyes

And I wish I wasn't shy
So I could ask you to be mine
And see what you would say
But it will have to wait for another day

Another day
Then maybe I'll have the courage to say
What I can only write
Until another day
 Nov 2015 Flor Boetsch
ab
Please
 Nov 2015 Flor Boetsch
ab
Can someone please tell me
why everything
has to be so
complicated
all
the
time?

Why we overthink those
bumps
in the dark,
we hear our names whispered
from every corner?

Why we think that something
can not,
should not be,
when it really wouldn't
be that bad
just to try
this once?

If you could just tell me
what would be so difficult
about giving it a try
just this once...

Let me hold you.

Let me kiss you
on the nose
and giggle softly
at your dumb jokes.

I'll hold your hands in mine
while we contemplate
the universe,
or anything you desire
because I just like talking with you.

Or we can just sit in silence,
staring at the sky
thinking to ourselves
"This can't get any more perfect."

And that will mean everything to us.

For no matter how many times
I look into your eyes,
or how stupid I feel
writing these poems,
there's one thing that won't change.

You really matter to me.
 Nov 2015 Flor Boetsch
Meg
silence
 Nov 2015 Flor Boetsch
Meg
You whispered my name in the dark silence.
I tried to explain to you
The complexity of the dark abyss
That is my emotion.
But somehow
My words remained silent
*And I could not have described it
Any better.
Aaaaand here's #4.
Reference to one of my favorite lines of poetry in here.
 Oct 2015 Flor Boetsch
molly
Girls
 Oct 2015 Flor Boetsch
molly
Burning down buildings,
with the fire in their eyes.
It's not about beauty,
nor about size.
It's the unspoken passion,
how easily they lie.
Being kind and charming,
but still making boys cry.
Some love sports,
and others- hair bows.
Both are still lovely
from their head to their toes.
Each one so different,
but all of them smart.
3 billion exist,
this Earth's full of art.
 Oct 2015 Flor Boetsch
flustered
i'm so used
to the bittersweet feeling
of love unreciprocated
i've grown tired
but
what am i
without this longing?
 Oct 2015 Flor Boetsch
WickedHope
"What's it like to always love,
And never be loved in return?
"
She asked me.

I told her,
"You feel like the sun, a star,
Warm in cold space,
And you can see the other stars all about you,
But you can't reach any of them.

It's like being the last kid picked for the team,
Except you're never picked;
You're a spectator, but not by choice.

You're a kitten in the 'FREE' box,
Abandoned on the side of the road.
A great idea, but not many seem
To actually want you,
Everything you get is pity.
"
Oh, hi. And stuff.
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