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 Aug 2021 A Henslo
Maria
I see your eyes flicker as droplets on our skins dance to the ground.
Your smile widens as the water clicks the cement our heels tread on.
For a moment I am suspended in your love.
My soul expands to the sky, the earth, and the water in between.
Perhaps April will be my favorite moment between us.
 Aug 2021 A Henslo
Maria
There were days
I remembered
To put my heart on my sleeve.

The other days
I hid it
So deep inside my body
I couldn’t find it for myself.

The terror of anyone finding
Me judging me
Seemed to linger in the air
I inhaled.
 Mar 2021 A Henslo
Leila
Ponder
 Mar 2021 A Henslo
Leila
Existence is so fragile
Just one thread pull unweaves
The entire universe away

Drowning in this intoxicating matter
When I breathe I start to get dizzy
A rush of blood pumping inside
This makes it real
This is what makes sense
This is a fantasy alive
What reality is merely based upon
Enjoy
 Jun 2020 A Henslo
Dreamer
Idk
 Jun 2020 A Henslo
Dreamer
Idk
For me it was love
But for them it was curiosity
 May 2020 A Henslo
Max Neumann
in your first life, you are a human, and express yourself
in your second life, you are a dog, only able to bark
in your third life, you are a tree, existing in silence
the nirvana will be your salvation: god-approved nothingness

humans can not imagine such a state, we only imagine the netherworld:
heaven and hell are places of gates, fire, lights, gardens and trees
so, does the afterlife take place on earth? what is the case?
do the dead, invisibly, populate the earth like in "the sixth sense"?

a famous playwright once stated that the dead dwell behind curtains
but they don't do so, in reality, they flow through our souls
like rivers through a channel, our souls are tools for ancestors
we do not feel them but they sense us strongly, they scent us

souls governed all human acts that were ever commited
souls govern all human acts that are being commited right now
souls govern all human acts that will be commited
a soul's texture is invisible, yet it weighs precisely 21 grams

everything i wrote about the afterlife and the soul may be wrong
i am as human as you, reflecting and presuming; my hands are tied
i would like to be a tv-preacher but i am not addicted to the dollar
god-channels are flodded by donation banners; humans buy certainty

this certainty, though, only lasts until our final breath: then we will know
then we will really know but we can't tell anyone; and that's our torture
i appreciate life but there are things we will never figure out while living
ludicrous uncertainty is drifting through my mind: the end of the dream
Today is a good day.
 May 2020 A Henslo
Vic
Note 432:
 May 2020 A Henslo
Vic
Maybe I'm not attracted to you,

But the idea of you
A poem every day
20/5/20
 Apr 2020 A Henslo
Bogdan Dragos
you don't exist when
my eyes are open
you don't exist when
my blood's not poisoned
when my soul's at peace
when my gut is full
and when I'm in company

So you exist most of the time
dear muse
 Apr 2020 A Henslo
Puck
Eccentric
 Apr 2020 A Henslo
Puck
He painted his face each morning
In the most eccentric colors.
To make her forget the dullness
Of the world around her.

-Toska
Hi I'm new to this. Still figuring out how it all works haha. Hope you'll enjoy my poems, can't wait to read yours ! x
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