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 Aug 2019 jza aguilar
Madeysin
Do I have to display my pain on stage for pay? Do you need to hear the crack in my voice to earn the coin? To know the sincerity in my lack of integrity is worth the paycheck.
 Aug 2019 jza aguilar
Jaxey
You held the paper
between you lips
and inhaled

I've never
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette
It should have been me
Not knowing what to do
for the best
sleep on it
and give your mind a rest
 Aug 2019 jza aguilar
LK
Maybe it was a coincidence,
Or was it destiny,
But it was June,
And the world felt empty,
It started with a kiss,
Then a sip of wine,
And our souls went skinny dipping in a summer’s night,
One confession after another,
Said “call me friend, but keep me closer”
Suddenly it was September,
What felt like a moment became a memory,
All’s left was accessory,
A sweet sweet burn of sun,
And old summer wind,
A summer fling.
To my summer fling.
 Aug 2019 jza aguilar
Poolza
Love
 Aug 2019 jza aguilar
Poolza
It's sharp like a needle
It pierces our eyes
blinding us from seeing the truth

It makes us hopeful
for the impossible
 Aug 2019 jza aguilar
Bec
Burned
 Aug 2019 jza aguilar
Bec
Our love is like winter flies
Hopefully winter flies by
Because I feel your lies
They settle on my skin
Searing my flesh
Akin to being set
On
Fire
The Hydrangeas bushes
I see from my window
are a vivid blue color
Hot and humid today
so they do stand out

By the way
some Hydrangeas
are pink
The colors seem to come
from different soil conditions
 Aug 2019 jza aguilar
Gods1son
To offer a helping hand is not an indication
that the "helper" has it all figured out
It's an attribute of a person who can see
beyond their own personal needs,
Go out of their own way to help
make a way for someone else
It's sad when people mistake
kindness for foolishness.
 Aug 2019 jza aguilar
Poetic T
Tie me up with lies,
        gag me with half trues..

Handcuff me to your heart,
                      swallowing the key..

But no I can escape you


                                   at any time.



But I like to see you struggle, to keep
                                    me under check.

Who is the prisoner,


                                               "I know its not me,
 Aug 2019 jza aguilar
WL Schuett
She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.
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