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The sky is
A graveyard of stars

And I remark
Something so tragically beautiful

Just like fireworks of art
From here to the nearest star

And I wish
I could lay awake
In the night

With you
And our lingering hearts

And tell you all about a tragedy
Called life
 Oct 2019 Kaiden A Ward
Vic
I wrote and thought, erased and tried.
Because sometimes, being a poet hurts.
But then I looked at you, and right away,
I knew I'd found the exact right words.
A "poem" every day.

(hehe ily)
 Sep 2019 Kaiden A Ward
Jim Davis
Supposing I were to die
With the rising sun
of tomorrow’s day
Would you know
Would you care
Probably not
It’s not you dying

©  2019 Jim Davis
 Sep 2019 Kaiden A Ward
M e l l o
there are nights
like this
when i kept on
staring the cracks
at the ceiling
and wonder how
on earth
we keep
justifying
all the bullets
fired at us
just because
we love the
one
pulling
the trigger
I dont know why. I guess I'm not that bulletproofed. Potd. Sept. 23
 Sep 2019 Kaiden A Ward
putiira
Rain hitting the roof
is my favorite kind
of poetry.
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