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 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Butch Decatoria
Unfolding...

I am mourning before the dawn
unveiling
crumpled bedspread sheets
a hollow space
where comfort once found
your slumber deep,
I find an echo
of your breath
as my tears interrupt
a yawn / a stretch

while trust feels like a home
invasion,
a **** save for the flesh...

I am a trail of moisture
upon the cheeks, the searching
throughout a graveyard home
yielding empty halls,
bleak,
of no fruition / a tomb;

I am the ache within
Darkly,
My harsh and sordid
imagination / disambiguations
roaming
To thoughts of you
in someone else's fever
a slicing cut that opens
and equals that pain

unleashing avalanche of blood
but it's only a crimson thought
which floods,
again & again...

I’m in that home, now
kept unkempt
like the dust on portraits’
sepia gloom… and
the sound of bare feet
clapping
hardest upon wooden floors

In a saloon
lacking conversations
without a care taken
of why / from where / or whom

I once had strength
which waned
Like the more ocean waves
punch the cliffs and shore,
my reserves began again to drain.
I collapse into bed,
On pillows, lay.

I am the hope which wants
what once had breath before
Long ago
the loud cry— begotten prayers
to ancestral sky
fearful Old hearts and minds
One’s life alive yet
Afraid
to die….in due Time
           
I am a tomorrow of love yet made

inept of any trust
I have been blind told to break...
(My iron will to rust)
I am alone
since gone are those yesterdays
you romanced such secrets
with escapades
(grinders found in spades)
I am the hush that must escape
never getting to know
the calligraphy & the colors,
all the facets of love's very face,
unfeeling
replaced

I am a violin
from some distant space,
far and away
a wish
a yearning
as California’s burning
whilst
Asking kindly

Love me
if only
for the sake of today
for I am
lonely...
for I am the light
each night

unfolding...
 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Laura
War
 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Laura
War
There's a battle in my brain,
a never ending war,
two sides fighting to the death,
yet it feels like so much more.
I'm not the only casualty
but I'm the one who won't survive.
This fighting will never end
for as long as I'm alive.
A will to live and suicide,
they just can't get along.
It may not be my time yet
but this urge is just so strong.
 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Sarah Flynn
escape
 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Sarah Flynn
we both wanted to escape.

to do this,
I used self-harm.

to do this,
you used me.
 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Polseh
Life Lessons
 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Polseh
My heart, her open palm.
Blinded by self hatred.
A fool who played me, no alarm.
Future never looked so sacred.
One blank stare.
One fake smile.
Left feeling...
She was never there.
Blinded by your own issues...  you forget to notice the ones with others.
 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Anemone
And so with golden crown and silver scepter
The weight of the world on your shoulder
You look once more at that pretty little rock
And see a mighty strong boulder
 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Keebo
Poem for Beth
 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Keebo
There is a girl inside my head
Running round and round
In a pretty black dress
If I write about her, maybe she could rest
Here goes nothing, let’s put it to the test
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Her name is Beth, she’s a fragile mess
But she’s beautiful in every sense
She plays guitar and sings with her heart
Dedicates her entire life to art
She’s one of a kind, the prettiest star
The serious moonlight in the dark
—————————————————
If this poem is ****** than excuse me
I never really wanted you stop running really
There is two good David Bowie references in this cheesy poem
 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Benzene
Thoughts
 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Benzene
Let your heartbeat be the music
And dance between the void of your thoughts.
 Nov 2020 Lowkie
Benzene
For some
It look like an ancient castle
With rumours of ghost
Of those dead traitors.

For some it look like an
Empty playground
Where once were cherished  memories
Now turned to a barren land


For some it look like the carnival
rides
With no functioning and broken
seats.
Rollar coster is frozen with cold snow.


For some it look like a old school
With broken rooms
That were once filled with children
Selfless smile.
Recently I Met a person with a broken heart. Who doesn't believe in humanity
And I want to help him.
But don't know how...?
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