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It's so hard to stop
So hard to let go
Of happiness, of joy
But also of the ghosts
That keep
Our sorrows

We find comfort in the familiar darkness
March 27th, 2019
"the inability to to construct a future."
 May 2019 Kaiden A Ward
Hilla254
Word's are like
Precious diamonds
While the poet
Is a collector
Of the rare Gem's
The poet's mind
Is his mine
A ink pen
And writing paper
Is all he could need
To craft a beautiful
Breathtaking poem.

The spark of creativity
Is the infinite source
Of all his charm's
All his masterpieces
Are glimmering diamonds
Their beauty Captivating
Every reader.
Craftsmanship of a poet, is the fluency of his word's, mining from his stream of thoughts
what if?
Existence is just a sentence
Extinguished by the pretenses
and the tenses and the images
and we are doing the time

what if?
Earth is just wrath
of all that's not worth
it takes long to imagine
to write a better poem
than boredom

look mother was home the other day
You are an angel
yet mortal wounds stain your skin.
You reach out to me like
I am heaven,
when all I know is sin.
 May 2019 Kaiden A Ward
Sophie
I'm happy sleeping alone
I'm happy in my company
I do want to be in love and melt in the beauty of it
But for now
I'm happy alone
 May 2019 Kaiden A Ward
chris
I thought

we’ve been    through it all

but you            threw it all

 away.

-

nothing is left
                             now but
  
my broken pieces
why’d you have to do that to us?

to me?
I'm so used to being leftovers
that I wonder if there's anything left
May 26th, 2019
 May 2019 Kaiden A Ward
Lucía
words
 May 2019 Kaiden A Ward
Lucía
will words
set me
f        e
   r          e
or be the
death
of me?
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