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  Nov 2016 Nana ed
s
little bumps
occasional texts
inside jokes
subtle sparks
tiny smiles
sudden kisses

and then

nothing
you leave me breathless
i dont look for you anymore
  Nov 2016 Nana ed
brian odongo
You were my perfect poem
Brief but of many lessons
Our life was the perfect paradox
For love I thought we could rhyme

You hated all I ever loved,I loved all you hated
You said dirt was clean and the sun was cold
You desired tears for years
And resisted all advances of happiness

All you hated I had to forsake
For our love was at stake
But like a toddler you had fun with my feelings
Leaving our blindest love in darkness reeling

Yet my greatest victory was losing you
My severest pain was my sweetest gain
You schooled me through experience
My all-time worst teacher

You were my perfect poem
Eternity would be short to describe the undescribable
For when my hand is strong to hold the pen
Then my heart is weak to pen the words
  Nov 2016 Nana ed
Rapunzoll
my mother always said
"don't fall in love with a poet"
they pretend to love you
but what they really love
is writing about loving you
you are mere words to them
feelings cheapened by a page,
dusty grey typewriters,
and many unfinished drafts
of lovers both old and new,
you are the question mark,
but not the answer,
they are searching for ?
person unidentified: mystery
the page wanderer,
each poem a missing
person poster to cover their
bedroom walls.
they cannot love something
that is in their head
poets are the loneliest of
all people, my mother said.
they write to immortalize
what has long passed.
to live within their words,
but not reality,
lost souls writing suicide notes
and proclaiming it art.
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my mother never actually said this to me, but i figure i'll probably end up saying it one day if i have children.

it's pessimistic yes, but i know there are exceptions. please don't take to heart. it's more a criticism of myself than all poets. :)
Nana ed Nov 2016
Only exactly a year after
did I delete all the pictures
And even then felt difficult
It was stupid and pathetic of me
I know
But eyes closed
I deleted them anyway,
hoping the heart would do the same
*a year after the 'change-of-plan'
Nana ed Nov 2016
not a sign of any stars shining in the sky tonight
it's like the sky is, too, grieving

not a sign of any good dreams tonight
it's like the dreammaker is, too,  mourning

but the heart, now
doesn't bother about good dreams anyway

probably cause the mind is wandering, carrying along the heart
wandering far
far away from here
to home
to home where everyone is
well not everyone,
not anymore.

goodbye moing, rest well ❤
im thankful for the time i've spent taking care of her,  but i wish for more
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