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I'm afraid my words
Will forever rest on
This mediocrity pillow
And I shall never be
Worthy of the
Muse's kiss
A poem about writer's block is such a bad cliché... but my friend Mariya here at HP was just talking the other day about 'der Kuss der Muse', so I think it's appropriate to write about it.
Grief came uninvited  
through my open doorway,
fear and rage ignited  
they made plans to stay,
and I was dazed by the
lack of foresight.

Then sadness came bounding
in loud and bellowing.
It consumed every opening,  
chaos was ensuing,
then it left without a trace
of what it was doing.

When the storm had ended  
someone held me,
they were kind,
gently she attended  
and peace filled my mind,
as love comprehended
the hurt it left behind.

For in grief's disguise,  
love had always been  
opening my eyes.
To what grief could mean:  
That love never dies.

©️Lizzie Bevis
There is no grief without love.
 2d Magda
Diana
Life feels like nothing

Colors are muted

I no longer see in solely black and white
I broke through that level of sorrow

But the saturation lately has been fading and in its place leaves a larger gaping hole than the wonder I once held in what life has to offer outside of black and white

I feel anger
But then it quickly dissipates
And left in its place is a plateau of apathy

I have no desire for connection like I used to
Not with humans
Animals
Nor earth and her plants

I feel the soft familiar tug at my feet every now and then
She is ever so kind to me
Always reminding me of the great mystery I originate from
And one day
Will be recycled back into

I believe life will get better
It must, right?
You have my heart in chains
After all these years
The mercy of your affection
Hand that wipes my tears

You're mesmerizing beyond measure
Smile leaves me paralyzed
The sole word you have to utter is "Come!"
Legs move to my surprise

I obey each wish and command
Your approval I seek
All you need done to hear me talk
Simply call out to me "Speak"

You are not aware of power
Love feels like a restraint
Pulled me along by your heels
Never guided me straight

I am obedient pet
One that knows how to sit
I am too happy to lie down where I'm told
When you tell me to "Stop!" I quit

The fact is I keep heart locked up
In pound waiting for you to change
After all this time
Remains in your ribcage
Written 3-8-19
When things go wrong I like to whine.  
Complaining’s free and feels so fine.  
So when I do find fault,
It’s moaning I exalt.  
Sip vinegar instead of wine.
 2d Magda
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 2d Magda
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us.
Your heart, bleeding red like a setting sun.
Mine, dyed in your deepest blue.
Like an avalanche, your sorrows descend upon me.
But Its ok.
I would rather be buried under your sorrows than
let you go.
that crap coffee,
work
lunch at the diner
come on
whine a little more,
the door that's locked
the profiles that are blocked
the things we can't see that are
hidden from you and denied to me
cute girls with obtuse angles
the way your hair tangles up
another crap cup of coffee,
blame it all on the algorithm,

if it gets you through the day
even if it's wrong
do it anyway.

I went fishin' and caught
fifteen plastic bags
blamed it on the algorithm.
No peace or love in Palestine today
Overwhelmed by hate and evil
And the people are fighting and there
Hearts are filled with jealousy
And everywhere we look
There's no
Peace or love

It's just war and hate

And all we need is kindness
And empathy so let's all
Respect each other and
Throw hate and violence
Out the door and
All we wanna do is live in peace
And harmony and so
End the war of violence and cruelty
So everyone around the world
Lets all come together and
Spread peace and love it's our duty.
Peace ✌️ And Love ❤️
 3d Magda
Sadique
White, black, green, and red,
Waving a flag.
Let the world know
There is a right to be alive—
The people of Palestine have,
In their own olive land.
The latest death toll stands at 44,383 Palestinians, around 70% of them are kids and women.
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