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 Jan 15 Hamzah
Immortality
How can I
love someone new,
when you kiss
my soul
so true?
For the blurred-faced man, who comes in my dream-

Are you real, or am I lost in the feel?
 Jan 14 Hamzah
Albamaine
Online
 Jan 14 Hamzah
Albamaine
I've got an online bestfriend
None of our circle and family intersects
So i know for sure when he dies i won't even know that that day is his funeral

Or could be the other way 'round
But that's lyfe
 Dec 2024 Hamzah
Lee
Say It
 Dec 2024 Hamzah
Lee
Say it,
Every word caught in your throat.
Say it,
Before it fades, left to erode.
Say it,
To calm the storm in your heart.
Say it,
For the closure we both must start.
 Dec 2024 Hamzah
silvervi
It's impossible for your past to repeat itself. Every moment is new.
Let's not assume that our future will resemble our past. Let's give it a chance to be sth we can't yet even imagine. 🙏
 Dec 2024 Hamzah
Melanie Jackson
Tie me a tournaiquet
Around my heart
Before you stab me in the back
Maybe then I won't fall so hard
Bleeding out in your hands
It feels like I've neglected my blood
Forgotten about the body it ran through
**** trying to save you
While I bleed out on your shoe
So tie me a tourniquet
Around my heart
Before you stab me in back
It would be easy
hoping the words I wish to speak
find you in other indirect ways

But alast
only the truth comes out
years later on my silence
on why topics are limited

I cater to you
I've always catered to someone
its what I'm suppose to do
right?

Because my voice is small
because my thoughts and just second thoughts
because my wants, come second?

To be honest
I don't know which is worse
believing I could muster up a lie
or that this time

I'm the one who fell first?
 Dec 2024 Hamzah
Nat Lipstadt
when does the poem end?


creation is never ending,
the earth is endlessly morphing

but you lean back and say
enough
not because the poem
is finished,
for it is never finished,
because an exhalation feels
satisfying, releasing

but the poem never ends,
nor does the need to

exhale

not with the final .


the next poem is

but a

continuation

of the previous poem;

a continuation

of you~poem,

inhaling

and

exhaling

& morphing.

Sat Jan 7
7:57am
Go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something. ~Kurt Vonnegut
 Dec 2024 Hamzah
Jess
Hopeless
 Dec 2024 Hamzah
Jess
Never weaved dreams with you in it,
but the walls I built tumbled down with you.
Knew there never was a future for us,
and so pined for the clock to be still.

With you gone, darkness encompasses me,
emptiness is all I feel to my bones,
Can't find a reason to go on,
And neither can I give up on this life
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