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 Apr 2016 Kim Elaydo
Gidgette
We are none truly alone,
I've written of this before
I shall write of our souls
And the invisible chains, once more

We are all connected,
By these universal chains
From the beggar on the corner,
To the broker squandering gains

We are seven billion shades,
Different shades of the same hue
From me here in my mountains,
Across the earth to you

Whether you're a dancer,
Stepping to a tune
Or a night fisherman,
Gathering food, under the moon

These universal chains,
They bind us each together
That's what the universe wanted,
And so it is forever

Each time you defame,
Your fellow human across the way
You're defaming part of yourself,
So be careful what you say

This is how its been since the beginning
This is how it is until the end
Be kind to each other,
Remember we're all akin
Oh wow! Thank you my fellow poets. Thank you for reading and liking my words.<3
 Apr 2016 Kim Elaydo
ThePoet
Who are we to say
that a love is not to be?
That a love does not belong
and can never be set free?

Who are we to think
that a kind is not our people?
That a kind is far beneath us
and will never be as equal?

Who are we to feel
that a face can look unusual?
That a face must be a canvas
and be painted to be beautiful?

Who are we to judge?
To say love is prohibited?
To think below of others?  
To feel minds can be limited?

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Interesting
       how
       we understand
   the
same thing
                 differently
    But still
                Get it right.
 Apr 2016 Kim Elaydo
IvyB Xx
"Its hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true."
Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why.
 Apr 2016 Kim Elaydo
énouement
It isn't you

8:31PM

It's someone else.
 Apr 2016 Kim Elaydo
énouement
You are a diamond.

"You see..."
you told me.

"A diamond.
So many sides
and so many edges."

You've got the ups and the downs.

Your soul burns red with desire--
to make a difference in the world
to rebuke the unruly, defiant man sitting next to you
A desire to be strong.
To look at someone straight in the eye and say:
"Don't mess with me."

But then another side of you
enjoys a good joke,
a good cheat,
a good escape.
The feeling of possessing something.
The feeling of selfishness.

And then..
there's another side of you.
A side that loved the comfort of being around people.
You've always loved parties.
The never ending stories and experiences--
that makes no sense to you by the time the sun arrives.

But theres another side of you
a side of you
that enjoys the safety and comfort within your four walls.
A side that wants to stay at home
away from the mess outside.

And then you tell me you don't care
you tell me:
"It doesn't matter"

And then you come back
and say
that your dreams
your goals
are what matter the most.

I wonder

How can one person have so many sides.
So many different sides.
And so many fine edges that stand between them.

Countless sides that coincide with each other.

How can something full of rough edges
something so sharp

Be so beautiful.


again--

We are all diamonds.
 Apr 2016 Kim Elaydo
énouement
Our neighbourhood was Black;
Unknown and Mysterious.
The people -- Red,

And I --
was Blue.

How can a color so different...
Mix with the rest?

They've seen my heart..
they've seen it alright.

They said it was
Grey.
a color they treated to be  
Unknown.
a vision of my true intentions
Compromised.

But I knew, inside of me,
I knew
I knew that Black and White was a feeling--
a feeling they shoved down on me
an attempt to saturate me
a feeling that I could no longer stand.

I paint.
I paint with the colors the world has shoved down on me.
And I think--
Will the world ever see me?

But just when I've ran out--
I've been saturated;
Touched with the fire and energy of Red.
Like sunsets where the Orange meets the Blue,
I painted a Lilac sky.

And the neighbourhood I once knew was Black,
Is now my White.
--inspired by Colors by Halsey <3
he is brazen electricity along your veins and
a sputtering drumline in your mind,
he is tongue and teeth, skin and bone
with his lovely notes scrawled on restaurant napkins and
that half-smile on his lips which makes your knees shake;
and he is perfect, he is lovers’ breath, entrapped
and when your hands are cold, your sheets tangled,
smeared makeup beneath the dark circles of your eyes,
you can nearly taste his words on your tongue
not from my POV but more of a general quick lil thing about infatuation
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