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 Jul 2019 eileen
Kanishka
I didn't feel like writing today.
I was afraid I'd say the unsaid.
I dont wanna face the truth,
I dont wanna give up on us.
Why cant you come back to me,
And be the way it's supposed to be?
But alas I'm a poet. I must write.
 Jul 2019 eileen
M e l l o
Obscure
 Jul 2019 eileen
M e l l o
the pages of my notebook
are bleeding with broken poetry
feelings hiding within
tears falling while writing
painful memories seeping through
vulnerable thoughts can be found too
it's like a vast ocean of nostalagia
a dungeon full of unsung verses
a prisoner of a caged mind
Poem of the day. July 20
 Jul 2019 eileen
Diana
Why do we naturally close our eyes
When we kiss
It’s as if it’s a reflex built in our genetic code
Eliminate one sense
Sight
And all of the others must heighten
Touch
Taste
Smell
Hearing
In order to compensate for the loss of one
So when we kiss
We want to taste the other
We want to feel the other
We want to hear the other
More deeply
More closely
So
Close your eyes
My dear
 Jul 2019 eileen
Niki Gray
Pain
 Jul 2019 eileen
Niki Gray
Pain is better than numbness,
because at least I can feel
my life not just move through it.
Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry.  Also a thank you to all my family and friends that remind me to be the best me I can be.  Thank you Sheela, Courtney, Christian, Favour, my daughter Sydney and my son James.  Also, a big thank you to my husband Jim.
 Jul 2019 eileen
Ashley Kaye
when you leaned to take my breath
out from under me
i almost say no but
Your eyes are very blue
Your hair very blonde
and I have the feeling
you would call me beautiful

i go to
highlight the sharpest bones
in my face
color my cheeks,
eyelids
ebony eyelids
**** caked kisses
speak volumized volumes

If it were just as simple
to grow a spine
July 19, 2019
 Jul 2019 eileen
kain
Tourniquet
 Jul 2019 eileen
kain
I would talk
But there's nothing to say
I would take you
But there's nothing to save
Short and edgy. Title is a Manson song.
 Jul 2019 eileen
Sophie bird
Gentleness is blood
swelling from a tongue
bitten over and over
in suppression
of the words that break bones
It totally blows away

Every speck that we think we are

Our proud plans, delirious dreams,

frightened cries, desperate prayers

Crystal dust settling on the moonlit face

of the Sphinx

All That Remains is God
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