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  Nov 2021 KB47
Jo Barber
Brave in life,
but not in love.
Is such a thing possible?

Is bravery in the mountains
and foreign lands really bravery
or cowardice?
Am I hiding from myself
or growing into a new version?

I wanted to live a life of adventure,
but love seemed to distract me.
I wasn't afraid of death,
but I was afraid of love.
Isn't the opposite of death
love, after all?
KB47 Nov 2021
I felt so high
When I fell in love with her
I felt something new
Perspective shifted to a different view
Steady dropping  Jews
Yet she's a rare gem
Oh what a muse
KB47 Oct 2021
Today was just a fantasy yesterday
It came together like an array
of performers on Broadway
Or maybe its just a clichΓ©?
πŸ†‚πŸ…ΎπŸ…ΌπŸ…΄πŸ†ƒπŸ…ΈπŸ…ΌπŸ…΄πŸ†‚ πŸ†ˆπŸ…ΎπŸ†„ πŸ††πŸ…ΈπŸ…»πŸ…» πŸ…·πŸ…°πŸ†ƒπŸ…΄ , πŸ††πŸ…·πŸ…ΈπŸ…²πŸ…· πŸ†ˆπŸ…ΎπŸ†„ πŸ…·πŸ…°πŸ…³ πŸ…»πŸ…ΎπŸ†…πŸ…΄πŸ…³ πŸ…ΎπŸ…½πŸ…²πŸ…΄

πŸ„°πŸ„½πŸ„³ πŸ…ˆπŸ„ΎπŸ…„ πŸ…†πŸ„ΈπŸ„»πŸ„» πŸ„»πŸ„ΎπŸ……πŸ„΄ , πŸ…†πŸ„·πŸ„ΈπŸ„²πŸ„· πŸ…ˆπŸ„ΎπŸ…„ πŸ„·πŸ„°πŸ„³ πŸ„·πŸ„°πŸ…ƒπŸ„΄πŸ„³ πŸ„ΎπŸ„½πŸ„²πŸ„΄
  Oct 2021 KB47
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
KB47 Oct 2021
I'm tired of looking for love
my eyes hurt
I'm tired of fighting for love
my heart aches
I'm tired of chasing love
my feet & will's burnt
I'm tired of yearning love
the fuel to my fire's elapsed
Lord knows I need  rest
  Oct 2021 KB47
Micrography-Mike D
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
Yourself your punching in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

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