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 Oct 2017 Andrei Corre
NiTSUDD
If I had the power
Of Midas of old
To touch any flower
Turn its pedals gold
I'd touch thy face
Delightful boy
Leave a metal grace
A graven joy

Pray that you never know
Where the youth and the laughter go

Thus would I slay
Ah desperate rewind
That fateful day
Trembles my mind
Red lips do close
Which sang so well
stole away the rose
Left only a shell

Pray that you never know
Where the youth and the laughter go
They talked about him as the one
who none had ever seen smile.

You couldn't gauge
if he was happy or depressed
no emoji could describe
the repressed expression
but all said
he was dutiful.

Caring husband and father
responsible family head
silent bread earner.

His constant arrangement made sure
the home was neatly organized
not one object was out of place
and but for the children
it would have been hard to guess
if he ever met his wife privately
summing up him to be named
robot
and the belief in his name was strong.

When his wife died
he wailed so loud
it could be heard beyond town.

To the neighbors,
it was mechanical breakdown.
 Oct 2017 Andrei Corre
Yitkbel
Still
 Oct 2017 Andrei Corre
Yitkbel
Still
From Me to You

You are the sweetest dreams in my sleepless nights

You are my untouchable muse, though I have felt all of life through you

Still

I swim insignificantly among your vast ocean love

Still

I see you everywhere, but you are nowhere to be found

Still

I will always love you like a stubborn child, foolishly faithful

Even though I am just burning for you
Like a candle lit lamp under the sun

Still

I'd rather be your eternal shadow than the momentary sunshine.

Still

I will always love you.
 Sep 2017 Andrei Corre
h m w
He smiled at me and said 'here, take this'

It was a happy little pill of his and it would feel bliss

I smiled and gave him a kiss saying, 'thank you baby'

But what happened next forever will drive me crazy

Next thing you know I was spinning in my head

Then he wanted to bring me to a bed

His friends walked in and wanted more

So they all called me a ‘***** little *****’

My body was numb and I couldn’t move

I let out a scream but they didn’t approve

Everything went black but then again I woke

But to them it was nothing but a funny little joke

They locked me inside of a walk in closet

So if there was a stir I sure wouldn’t cause it

I blacked out again and woke in a different place

Treating me as if my soul were missing and my body were a case

Still I was unable to move nor speak

But he still said he loved me and kissed me on the cheek

I counted five inhumane beings on top of me moaning

One was even playfully groaning

I was disgusted and wanted it to end

But I knew that after this my mind would never mend

By now it would have been a little past three in the morning

Earlier I should have taken that adorable face as a warning

When they realized I was sobering up

They had an alibi saying they’d call this a hookup

When I could finally move my mouth again

I realized what had happened and felt heavy chest pain

They heard that I was muttering words that were incomprehensible

They saw me as nothing more than a body and that I was dispensable

They came up with a plan to hide my body in a ditch

I even heard one say, 'she deserved it, what a stupid *****'

I hit my head when they threw me on the ground

I only saw black in front of me and around

I woke up to a woman asking if I were okay

I only said one phrase and it was that 'I was betrayed'

What happened after that is irrelevant at best

All I will say is that I was nothing but stressed

This is my story and it happened two years ago today

Nailing an image in my mind that I was a targeted prey

I know now that I hold so much more worth

And I love myself more than anything on this Earth

Just know that these words have come straight from my heart

No matter how vile and disgusting this memory is, I can never restart

So I tried to make it a poem so it seems like some kind of art.

h.m.w
I am a ****** assault victim and I never received justice.
You
You

Your light blue eyes that resemble your fathers and like mine, never want to rest
Your thick, golden hair that bounces with every move you make
Your imagination that is wilder than any children's book
Your big feet that stomp around the house and chase the monsters away
Your fingers that so often open the refrigerator for that last piece of cheese
Your strong legs that never stop kicking, running, walking, moving
Your arms, the way they sway as you watch your favorite show, the way they hug and wrap around my legs as I drop you off at daycare, not wanting to let go
I don’t want to let go
Your mind, constantly wondering, constantly thinking and scheming, and growing each and every day
Your voice, the most amazing sound I have ever heard, even in the middle of the night when you should be fast asleep “mama” is what I hear and “mama” is what you made me and “mama” I am proud to be.
You, Liam Hugh, Age 2
 Sep 2017 Andrei Corre
Ella
She walks around in clover fields.

And dances in the sky.

She speaks a voice of summer breeze.

And eyes, no tears to dry.

She lives her life with grace and ease

You wouldn't take a second look

But behind the fare facade she keeps,

the missing soul he took.
A poem I wrote for a friend
It's 02.20 am in the morning
Let me just sit in
And take all that in
Every words
Every sentence
Has life been way too ******* me?
Oh i thought i was powerful
Or maybe i was wrong?
Is it just an illusion i have on my head?
Because truth is,
i can't handle any of this
As i wish i could
So i keep on thinking i can
I keep on dreaming i could
I constantly wondering if i would
Endure all the pain
By myself,
Take the suffering away from others
And burn it inside my flesh
But i can't! Can i?
The illusion of me, is there
But i am not capable of doing any
For better things
My heart does ache
My body gets weary
And no one will ever see it
People are too blinded
By their own thinking
By their own mindset
By their own perception
Including me
We are fooled by ourselves
It is proven by the theory
That our thinking
Is pretty much shaped
By our own desire
And i'm telling you it's good
You gotta put yourself first
You need to do things that satisfy yourself
But remember,
Other people exist too
And respect is much needed.
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