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Can we love more than one person at a time? It is like asking do I eat only one grape from its vine.
Each individual has something special to offer.  By no means can we claim one is worse or better.
In many races and tribes the men have elected a harem of women, not one but many. They pick one for each day of the week or simply according to their mood and envy.
There are so many different types of grapes with different colors and taste. Some like rose or white wine while others like red best.
White and rose wine for the French goes only with fish or white meat. Red wine is only and absolutely for red meat.
I like my red wine chambered  while others like it chilled. You like just a dash in your glass but she wants hers to be filled.
And so it goes that everyone wants to try everything new at least once. And a few of us would rather have it twice.
I keep a great assortment of wine in my cellar. Most of us purchase only the best seller.
So who is to say we can only drink Bordeaux, Merlot or California Blush? You cannot tell me what I like, you cannot tell me what to drink and as for me I will hush.
Aaa
If you stop thinking of your goal,
The ball is kicked by the wind!
Notes (optional)
I will break my skull
Let every single drop
Of my rushing blood
Trickle down my arm
Past my fingertips
And into eternal scrawls
Of ink on paper.
 Sep 2015 Medhina Khanal
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I drained my sacral chakra was burnin
The view around the humidity was pounding on my window, through the screen
Floors gotta be washed, all we got is a tooth brush
Teeth gotta be brushed, I remember when I didn't care
My solar plexus hated
the moon in cancer though it was when I was born, ****..
Can never get along when I can't talk
Properly
Lately,
I have been
analyzing
the beer trip,
so it starts
with the thought
of having a beer,
and since
I am not one
to jump right in,
I think
before I drink,
and then
if I decide
to have one,
I get in the car
and drive to the store
and buy one
and bring it home,
and then
when I crack the can,
the beer wave starts,
and it starts
with the attack,
which is the actual drinking,
and after about five minutes,
I feel the wooziness,
which is the high,
so then the actual drinking
takes about fifteen minutes,
and then the sustain part
of the wave begins,
so for about fifteen more minutes
I feel great
and woozy and high and wonderful,
and then after that,
the decay part starts,
and for about a half an hour,
I feel pretty good,
but the woozy feeling
kind of changes
and the feeling
is not as good,
and then after that,
the release part
of the beer wave begins,
and lasts for about an hour,
and that's when
I get a headache,
and the wooziness
becomes sleepiness,
and I feel kind of ******,
so then after that hour
is over,
I'm back to my old self again,
but with a little residue
of beeriness left,
which will last
possibly
for about three days,
so that's
riding the one beer wave,
except that I did it
with understanding.
 Sep 2015 Medhina Khanal
Levi
This fairy tale is over
I know it's never our story
Maybe, I'am feeling not myself
In a mirror saw someone else
What's the mystery, no one knew
Not even I, not even you
We don't have an ending
But a beautiful beginning
Things I imagine and that I knew
Are not meant to be view
Things I did and forgotten
Places I've never thought I'd go
When I told you my dreams
You just laugh and left me with a smile
I play always this kind of game
You scream, run and try to hide
I prepare this and enjoy it every time
The silence surrounds you now
too much Hannibal TV Series
 Sep 2015 Medhina Khanal
Sam Luna
You could be out with friends when you said you were watching TV
You could be drinking beer when you said you bought a bottled water
You could be out with girls when you said you were staying in just so you could talk to me
You could be doing so many other things and I wouldn't know a single thing
I wouldn't know if it were true or if it were a lie
I wouldn't know if your 'I love yous' meant something
I wouldn't know anything because everything is virtually said and done
Everyone knows you
But I know you by far
I recalled playing with you when I was two
As you dressed yourself
With a sky, so blue
I giggle, you twinkle, my joys are simple
I’ll always look up at you
Personification Poetry Collection No. 1
7 Liners
 Sep 2015 Medhina Khanal
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Untitled
 Sep 2015 Medhina Khanal
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You love like a man
"Women often give *** to get intimacy and men give intimacy to get ***."
I walk in the shadows of the girls with the flowing hair and the perfectly concealed eyes. against them I am a mess with tangled knots and gray bags hanging low to show that I have stayed up for too long listening to the voices in my head. my weight is composed of a thousand words that will never be spoken, for I am too afraid of saying the wrong thing. Don't lie and tell me that you can detect no visible imperfections because that is not what I want to look like. All over I want to be the tangled knots and graying bags and I want to prove that you don't have to measure up to society's standards to be beautiful. I want to be so inevitably flawed that you cannot help but stare at how real I look. I know I am an incurable wreck, but that is what I aim to be. I want to be labeled as beautiful not because of the shade of lipstick I might wear, but because of the growing passion in my heart. I am a whirlwind of good intentions but bad executions, but at the end of the day I can promise you that you will never find an imperfect person that could love as perfectly as I do
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