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What if nature is not fair to you bruh,
What if I marry your girlfriend,
What if I kiss her,
What if I treat her better than you did,
What if I live my promises with her,
Will you be mad at me?

What if she finds the love of her life in me,
What if I send sweet romantic poems to her,
What if I go with her to the movies,
What if I build a home with her,
What if I get kids with her,
Will you forgive me, bruh?

What if she lies to you only to be with me,
What if she fails to come meet you,
Only to come and hang out with me,
What if she lies to you she doesn't sing,
But sings to me the whole night,
Will you be stupid to believe her?
What if I am the hero in her dreams,
What if her heart melts only when she sees me,
What if she introduces me to you as her cousin,
And deep inside I'm her secret lover,
What if she pecks me in front of you,
Will you be kind enough to give us a space?

When that time comes,
When I finally marry your girlfriend,
Don't be mad instead be happy,
For she will be secure,
Safe in the arms of a poet,
A Madman who makes her feel complete!

©marcoh
 Jan 2022 Påłpëbŕå
Max Vale
i wish i could promise
that'll it'll be alright
i swear all i need is some time
everything will be just fine
can't wait to
take you out to dine
dressed up in my suit and tie
promise that'll you still be mine?
 Jan 2022 Påłpëbŕå
Notepad
We all walk the same
stuck in the trance of regrets
anonymous paths
tried to run from it all
hiding wasn't a safe place
till you find your strength
We all walk through the same feeling of pain,
just in different anonymous paths

Own your beautiful battle scars, they are to be cherished not to be shamed off
 Jan 2022 Påłpëbŕå
III
Death is not so bad;
I died long ago
And didn't realize it
Until now
 Dec 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Owen
S.A.D
 Dec 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Owen
This holiday, the skies are gray.
This season is not for me.
I feel recluse, I hide away.
Depression soon consumes me.

It comes around this time each year.
It creeps up, as others are full of cheer.
Families, all are gathering.
The food and fun that they all bring,
seems mocking now.
I can't recall
just when did these days
get so dull
I cannot find  that childhood spark
I worry something's wrong with me.
Will holidays forever be
so dim, so empty, and unhappy.
I get an extra dose of depression this time each year. I feel terrible for being such a killjoy and being so distant.
 Dec 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Traveler
Each of us
a cell of higher intent..

She’s a masculine muscle cell!

Mine belongs to the pancreas..

Strong in life those back bone cells!

Yet those of the grey matter
Believe they are higher then all…

Invisibly my hormones flow!
 Dec 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Shaun
Books
 Dec 2021 Påłpëbŕå
Shaun
Books devour the silence

that weighs down inside

like bright little creatures

they dream and breath

in their cosy little worlds

until each page sizzles

with a human touch
Most miserable
when she’s happy

Most shameful
when she’s proud

Most prescient
when unconscious

Most distant
in a crowd

Most forthright
when not speaking

Most giving
when denied

Most secret
when she’s telling all

Most dead
—but still alive

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
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