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 Jun 2020 Gara
we were like
crazy species
then the story ends...
 May 2020 Gara
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 May 2020 Gara
Jessica S
 May 2020 Gara
Jessica S
Every sip I take
Every bad choice I make
Nothing makes me forget
That every single time
I break
 May 2020 Gara
violet lemonade
 May 2020 Gara
your lips meet mine
and i reach such a high
life is sweeter
than summer lemonade
voilets in full bloom,
now that my hands
have held you.
- your lips will always taste the sweetest.
 May 2020 Gara
drunk on you
 May 2020 Gara
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 May 2020 Gara
Shamela Yousuff
Deep inside the ocean,
beneath the rocks
there lies a beautiful soul
Not knowing whether
this world is right or wrong
Whether this world does
Justice to all or
Favors only a few,
Whether peace exist
In this earth or
Is it just a word
Found only in books
We all come to this earth not being aware of anything, just a pure soul. Later the circumstances and the people around you turn you into what you are now.....
From the book: 'Beautiful She Was'.
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I have kissed boys


People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
 May 2020 Gara
 May 2020 Gara
Sometimes, people don't say goodbye because they wanted to leave.
Sometimes they say it because they don't want that person to be left behind.
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