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 May 2020 shil
Donall Dempsey
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
 Apr 2020 shil
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
 Apr 2020 shil
Kvothe
Caffeine
 Apr 2020 shil
Kvothe
You are tea,
serene in your surroundings.

                                                               ­                                        I am coffee,
                                                                ­           attention always bounding.

Your colour milkish pale,
creamy optimism.

                                                               ­                              I am taken black,
                                                                ­                                bitter cynicism.


Two sugars,
to match your disposition.

                                                               ­                                     None for me,
                                                             ­       I'll maintain my grim affliction.


                                               We differ so much,
                                                     it's obscene.
                                                  
     ­                                              But in the end
                                               we're both caffeine.
Repost of an old one
 Apr 2020 shil
Nishant Rawat
Happiness over everything
Happiness in my mind
Happiness is my will
Happiness is my kind
Happiness is the most important thing in life. Do what makes you happy.
 Oct 2019 shil
Triste
Portrait
 Oct 2019 shil
Triste
She met an artist
His fingers were made of gold
They moved like brush strokes
She was an empty canvas
His portrait of rainbow tears
 Oct 2019 shil
ketjil
broken
 Oct 2019 shil
ketjil
You can’t compare yourself
With the unbroken girls
Surrounding you
You already shattered
Creating
A new form
Of beautiful

-jt
a somewhat older poem
I should’ve
waited
for someone
like
her to
come
into my
life.
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