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 Jul 2018 sunflower
Love me Less
 Jul 2018 sunflower
The first time
you said you loved
me, it was as if
I had been pulled aboard
a life raft after being
lost at sea. But
I see now that this
raft is littered with
holes and
we are sinking, but
you are convinced
that your love is a
teacup to scoop out
the water pooling around
my ankles and you will save
us, but the teacup has a crack
down one side and
do you see where I
am going with this?
A tablespoon of water
will never put out
a forest fire; I am burning
through acres.
rose petals..
colorful butterfly...
lemon grass..
rainbow in sky...
mystical music..
of flowing streams...
growing shrubs..
fruits and  trees...

fragrance of wet soil..
blooming flowers...
humming birds..
bite of honey bees...

clump of old age trees..
uproar of wild animals...
ebullience of untamed waterfall..
erosion of river strands...

blushing of squirrel ..
whistling of cold breeze...
dew on lotus leaf ..
rosiness of sunrise...

snow bound peaks..
tweeting birds...
always makes me realize..
that I am alive...

*deovrat - 21.02.2018 (c)
 Mar 2018 sunflower
there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.
to all my HePo followers/friends/ fellow poets! you have all given me a beautiful escape from Life <3
 Feb 2018 sunflower
you will never be forgotten.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.
 Feb 2018 sunflower
have you ever wondered
why   am   i   always
f  a  s  c  i  n  a  t  e  d
with the phenomena
of     a    red and rare
l u n a r   e c l i p s e?

with every time we meet,
i turn red;
but with every time we part,
i don't turn blue.

rare doesn't mean
"once in a lifetime."
it only means that
you'll always return,
no matter how long it takes.

and i believe that
for sure
*i'll see you.
aren't we all fascinated with the things, events, and people which come rare?
it makes us cherish them well.

 Feb 2018 sunflower
vanessa ann
please do not
bring me flowers
to represent your love

roses wither and die,
i hope your love will not

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