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Our most clear and beautiful image
Is situated in our heart and imaginations..
So I say-
Be that, you are in your imaginations
You will be unique
Most of peoples have a glorious image of themselves in their imagination they should try to be that
to the guy with muted lips--


you eat words,
crush them with your teeth,
til the syllables
break down
into meaningless letters-
a crowd of singularities
bouncing on your tongue...
altogether,
filling the corridors
of your throat--


just crowding there.


and when you part your lips,
words sink inside you
like residues
atop deadbeat decibels.


your emotions
act like rusty crowbars,
digging what's left of the mess.


my love,
I wonder how you sound.
but it wil never make me...



love you less.
maybe this life of ours
and this cruel world
left our eyes with tears blurred
harnessing strength from our scars

until they carve on our tombstones
what we so often need as we breathe and live;
rest in peace, in the underground lay the casket of our bones,
a decent rest in peace, maybe solely death could give.

IA
Don't make many errors in the book of your life that the eraser finishes before the pencil.
5/6/2020
Midnight singing as it approaches.
Slipping silent between shadows.
My book of life it wish to close.
I am heading to the gallows.

I am scared hiding in plain site.
My breathing like water shallows.
I'm in a state fight or flight.
I am heading to the gallows.

I can hear its axe ground scraping.
A debt to humankind i owe
I am In chains no mistaking.
I am heading to the gallows.
The first style I tried was gammo, (won a contest with first attempt) aside from free verse, trying the below next. This also my first attempt. Writing is awesome. (Style Kyrielle)


1. A Kyrielle must have eight syllables per line
2. It must be written in quatrains (four lines stanzas)
3. The last line of the first stanza must be the last line of every stanza in the poem.
I fell in love with a plastic surgeon,
He saw my lemons,
Have to make them melons,
I like them melons,
A small operation will do the trick.
And next we went on a date male eyes ogled at my figure.
5/6/2020
The first time
You told me
I love you
I believed it

I put the
I love you
In my
GIANT
Heart
Envelope

And
   Hearing
I love you’s
Everyday since
I still
Believe
It

My
Heart
Envelope
Has
Just enough room
For the next
Days
I love you’s

Because it’s
E-x-p-a-n-d-a-b-l-e
Like
Stretchy
Pants
Seriously silly
in the vast majority of galaxies,
and written down histories
I think it's beautiful we exist in the same era;
weaving tales of friendship, love and ephemera.

IA ☕
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