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 Dec 2018 raphæl
SomeOneElse
No beauty in this world exists
Can match your heart and soul
No prettier morning sunrise
Can match your stunning eyes
No more spectacular eclipse
Can match your sweet soft lips
There is no grandeur mountain peak
Can beat your great physique
No sexier evening sunset
Can match your perfect *******
Not even mom’s great homemade pies
Can beat your tasty thighs
There are no poems that can convey
No words that i can say
There simply is no scenic view
That can compare to you
No beauty in this world exists
Can match your heart and soul
My attempt to try and write the ultimate poem
 Dec 2018 raphæl
SomeOneElse
My morning sun
My stunning one
The sunshine of my day
My starry night
My night's delight
The moonlight of my night
My burning fire
My heart’s desire
The one I'm aching for
My beauty queen
My real life dream
Can't stop thinking of you
You're my heart’s home
My love be known
The reason for my poems
My bright sunlight
That shines so bright
I long to hold so tight
My dream chateau
My graceful doe
You're my avocado
My loving sigh
My reason why
The apple of my eye
My dream come true
My feelings true
My heart belongs to you
You are my friend
Hope til the end
For you my love i send
My second attempt. It has some flaws i need to figure out how to fix
 Dec 2018 raphæl
Edmund black
As you can see
From
My perspective
I’m an old soul

Rhythm
and blues
Is where
My mind dwells...

At times
Some , would give
Their all  
To tango along
With my rhythm

But
They don’t give
A **** about
My blues ...................
Dry
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
 Dec 2018 raphæl
lyka
Smoke
 Dec 2018 raphæl
lyka
I got high
on his secondhand smoke
Jealous of the cigarette
between his lips
Like a bull raging
towards all his red flags
In death, I wondered
how his lips would taste
311
What is happening?
All these drowned and drenched victims.
Screaming at myself.
I am intoxicated.
Still don't know what's happening.
 Nov 2018 raphæl
Abdulrhman
Nov,30
 Nov 2018 raphæl
Abdulrhman
i want to write
a poem
about this
nothingness
and how it feels beautiful
these days
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