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how could we ever forget*
the pouty boy
his idolization of himself
an irksome ploy

sulking as the giving boys
got a better reception
they were placed in the
more deserving section

the envious streak
within his being's core
so craved for their
extraordinary score

his face was *******
by a jealous cringe
real evidence of a
pouty boy's hinge

he carried the scowling
cross into adulthood
where it festered
*beneath the wood
 Sep 2017 Poetry First
nivek
a way opens out
a voice takes form

a poet speaks
heart on the line

each word a song
every poem a symphony

sated, washed up on the shore
silence swallows you whole.
There is no time
As you time passes through
Eye's perpetual needle
And a basic understanding,
      There are no seasons
That resonate forms and certain
Needs,
   There is not enough time
For anger and happinesses,
Only that it remains equal
In the chaos of a a hurried
Mind,
   A flutter into tornadic
Expressions,
A desire into a yearning fire,
Indirectly the season gives
A feel,
The cold winter she walked
Into the wind and her hair did
Not move, time does not beat
There, but arches into
A future,
    That summer the sweat
Off your brow bought the car
Of a dream in a dream,
   Carefully time snuck by
And perfected a moment's
Theory,
    A man needs both time and
Stillness to recognise that
All is fleeting,
And the only thing real
Is the mist,
In the mist
A temporal moan.
Our love affair
is too beautiful to be hidden
Whenever I'm with you
it's clear I'm smitten
This romance is unique
it's story should be written
Tie my heart to yours
with a silky soft ribbon
You have the keys to my heart
Only you can open it
Across my heart,
write your name in crimson
The entire world should know
Let them watch and listen
to this rhythm,
the rhythm of our love unspoken
Our love is real
It will remain unbroken
This love is rare
It is too beautiful to be hidden.
i bring my notebook
into the coffee shop
writing down my
thoughts for the day

sipping on a frappe
i let my pen lead the way
writing and writing
about anything and everything

sitting in a coffee shop
with various voices
alternative music
all around me

meeting new people
focusing on my thoughts
letting the coffee fill my veins
sitting in a coffee shop as im writing this right now
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