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Dec 2021 · 135
the resonance from you
Lanz Gabor Dec 2021
the way your voice rings, the resonance i adore
it tingles a spark in me, makes me the happiest
and i smile wide, and it's all because of you

though my anxiety stayed, it became a secret in time
and i would try to hide, because of the whispers
because of the glares, but i held on all throughout

knowing me though, i'll still continue even with those
i'd further that spark, because it makes me happy
and continue to smile wide, because it's from you
01-01-2022
NOTE:
In each line, treat each clause, separated by a comma, as two separate sides. Read the entire left side as one poem, and the same goes with the right - that's two poems. Now, read it normally - that's the third poem.
This whole poem contains three independent poems with the same theme! :>
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Nov 2021 · 184
e-switch
Lanz Gabor Nov 2021
like a switch
with its 1s and 0s
and its wires that stretch

wherein x may have gone
a linear timeline breathes
like a whisper, nothing more
if it hadn't, stills like static
take over and slumber,
dormant like fossils.

it is more of admiration
or of blissful comfort
when 1s dominate.
and i had clung on
for years to this switch,
and i had been happy.

although now i initiate the 0s
to further bond the wires
of our precious friendship
10-31-2021
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Nov 2021 · 279
Rewrite
Lanz Gabor Nov 2021
There, and away,
alone, and I can't stay.
Filled with lots of cry;
not a doubt, this is why:

On cities in all days,
it is there, felt always.
Everywhere, they'd lie,
clutch on, and then pry.

Yet, even with the pain,
oh still, we did remain.
But even if time will fail,
again, we'll write our tale.
03-31-2018
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Nov 2021 · 85
blink
Lanz Gabor Nov 2021
in the blink of an eye, you kept decaying.
lost in space, and no one can help you.
everything in front has morphed like free desert sand,
with some praying to stay as sandcastles because of
a gust that only prides of insignificance, and is clever.
but they deemed it puny, and we dealt with their mistakes.

so we had to run to a labyrinth of terrifying ends.
you had no choice but to move further, away - alone
but to move was to be tickled by the dust devil,
and to stay was to mope in killing silence.
you leapt into both worlds in shifts -
to suffice yourself, even while stuck in the labyrinth.

every day was a mobius strip, and it stretched into months
of moving, of staying, and of waiting
until you discovered a sandcastle on one end.
it had veins of wear, but you tried to keep it *****.
lost in time, but you can help you.
and in the blink of an eye, you kept living.
08-18-2021
for inPSYnc
Nov 2021 · 157
elastic
Lanz Gabor Nov 2021
from a simple hello
came a complexity
which was you

it had been hard
with the lines scarce
and the miles stretch

but as time unraveled
our thoughts flourished
like a stream downhill

thanks to that old hello
fate has made me witness
my elastic best friend
03-30-2021
for e
Nov 2021 · 107
unread.
Lanz Gabor Nov 2021
to believe in what was lost
for over a dozen months
-to fall in love, but slowly

from those old pictures
of blisses and grandeur
to new messages unread

for what reason was it
to be found living like that
only to be forced dead

now, one can never expect
a sharp cliff waiting for them
at the end of a short story
10-31-2021
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Nov 2021 · 234
Simplicity
Lanz Gabor Nov 2021
a simplicity that defines
ravishing
which stretches to
her art on pixels

a subtlety in many ways:
she is finesse,
and a mellow soul
whose voice also eternal

to my thoughts.
and for hers,
i wish to relay from mine
this dearest affection
10-31-2021
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Sep 2021 · 135
Decay
Lanz Gabor Sep 2021
here i see
melancholy
in a trance

it seems heartless
like it doesn't care
for anyone

it dwells in the silence
as it waits for nobody
but the lune

even without its colors
through decay
still it stands out tall

but now it fades
into the night
a starry void

and still it is lonely
but it is so beautiful
even in the dark
12-26-2019
Mar 2020 · 288
live
Lanz Gabor Mar 2020
– because after
all these trials
you shall bloom like
the shade of the moonlight
and tear no more
like rains of sorrow
03-31-2020
for me
Mar 2020 · 247
Progress
Lanz Gabor Mar 2020
living in the progress
that we have created
has been so beautiful
that i'd believe in more
chances of firsts
and of fluctuations
with no one else
but with you only
03-18-2020
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Dec 2019 · 201
Photograph
Lanz Gabor Dec 2019
a reflection of you
sparkles silently
through a vivid flare

and the highlights
of your locks
stay very tantamount

to the rays that say hello
within this memory
that they call a photograph

just look at all these details
intricate and beautiful
just like you
12-18-2019
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Apr 2019 · 1.3k
Scarlet
Lanz Gabor Apr 2019
Her name is Scarlet,
a beautiful rose.
She is like poetry,
and not prose.

Beside the streetlight,
glowing of amber.
With her iconic coat,
she starts to wander.

Her heart is ablaze,
like a dancing inferno.
Thrilled with adventure,
and euphoria for tomorrow.

A staircase to nowhere,
and she runs high.
Fearing the unknown,
but still choosing to fly.

Beyond the veil:
a gateway to time.
Marvelous and profound,
it was celestial with rhyme.

And her name is Scarlet,
a beautiful rose.
A mystery from the stars,
and from there she goes.
02-08-2018
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Apr 2019 · 370
Spectacular
Lanz Gabor Apr 2019
Look at those stars;
how they scintillate.
How they fill up the night,
and adhere in harmony.

With all of those lights,
and with all of those
colors and galaxies
in her eyes,

I wonder, endlessly:
At this very moment of us,
lying down with our
hands lightly intertwined;

thinking and hoping,
without weeping from
that old painful sorrow,
if it is you.

But there, there you go:
Looking back at me;
keeping time still
with those dazzling eyes.

I felt free, a different feel.
I felt the love, a ravishing spark.
And I felt the happiness,
an unmeasurable rarity.

Then I looked back at those stars,
and they made me really believe,
that amidst all of the spectaculars,
I was given the best one.
04-18-2019
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