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 Oct 2020 Påłpëbŕå
Colm
Stuck is nothing more than everything

When in eyes unseen it is realized that
There is no breath without first breathing
No baseline without hearts first beating

And in unified personified existence being
There is no whatsoever love forsaken
Without ever first the chance of breaking
 Oct 2020 Påłpëbŕå
Ciel Noir
every day I try to act
like I could let you go

it is tricky to retract
what you already know

I think you have seen through me
and into something real

I love you

but I'll never really tell you
how I feel
Pick up that pen or pencil and explore your creative side.
Writing that poetry of love that moves you inside.
And the greatest thing about poetry?
It doesn't even have to rhyme.

It could be about love, war, or peace.
Or address the injustice that we see in the streets.
One thing for sure, it shows the creativity operating in your brain.

The poetry of love to many is a serious thing.
And again, it can address so many of things.

Heartache, heartbreak, you know that hurtful pain.

Even this havoc politics we see.

Be brave, be true express that deep motivation of originality in your brain.
 Oct 2020 Påłpëbŕå
Evie G
Oh
to be the girl in those adverts ,
Light,
skinny,
beautiful
A tragic line
to every gentle rib
I fetishise her fragile fingers
A monstrous beast reflected in the mirror, the worst possibility.

Tis poetic, there she stares
Says her lines; remaining fair,
Into my face, My acting is heavy handed and awkward
She’s a consumable reality,
She’s easy on the eyes
The fragile female,
salvageable.

We are a tragedy of ages, her Juliet, I Faustus
They silently boo while I slop onto the stage
A lazy slob,The **** of society, just don’t eat you fat ****. men like curvy girls We don’t want to see you, You’re so brave!  You’re the problem, it’s not hard hide your mass from view, unkempt, repulsive, vile. hide yourself it offends my sharp eyes.
I open my drooling mouth to speak, but there are chins smothering my mouth
My eyes clouded by greasy cellulite
I don’t want to exist like this.

So just stop eating.


I’d give an arm and a leg,
my pale teeth,
my parasitic possibility
my child
Hey, bit of a violent change from my last post but I wrote it a while ago. If you have any better title ideas or notes PLEASE COMMENT :)
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