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  Sep 2016 K G
Bren
He.
He was the stars in the sky,
In which I put my faith.
He was the moon,
To which I stare unceasingly.
He was the sun,
That lighted up my days.
He was the trees,
That gave me oxygen to breathe.

He is the voice,
That makes me cry at night.
He is the fist,
That makes flinch every time.
He is the hand,
That pulls the trigger,
And takes my life.
  Sep 2016 K G
nivek
why
Hobbled, cut wings, a flight of fancy
the mind tied to feet planted firmly in the dust of a lifetime
to soar in fleeting snatches, the taste of freedom
and to envy the birds their freewill, feathers adorned to fly.
oh little creature forever to find itself looking up at the sky.
and wonder why, why , why. Mankind, why.
  Sep 2016 K G
Nevermind
Turning the thoughts over
Again and again
Sweet, dancing lover
Trapped in my head
Slow and melancholy
Swooping low to the ground
Springing back up
To my heart beats sound
Fluttering softly
Round and round
Spiraling silently
Long, graceful bounds
Our feet fall into places
That our eyes cannot see
Avoiding eachother's faces
Ignorance like a sheath
I hated your innocence
So pure and niave
When we are dancing
I think of these things
  Sep 2016 K G
Kata
The Smallest Coffins Are The Heaviest
I'm not ready to bear such a weight
Never will I be
Please get better.
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