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 May 2020 Ileana Amara
Varsha K
Silence is a prison,
Ignorance is too.
Don't punish yourself,
You need a shoulder too

Your lips are sealed,
You are not you,
Your soul cries affection,
Will you let me help you?
Death doesn't send an invitation before coming. Why don't we make every moment count?
 May 2020 Ileana Amara
Mitch Prax
Just as the
dawning sun
kisses the sleeping Earth,
your smile brings
warmth and light
to my
soul.
 May 2020 Ileana Amara
CI Thomas
does anyone else
get that pressure in your chest
it hurts to breathe
and your pulse is quick?

does anyone else
get a lump in your throat
it won't be pushed down
and your throat feels raw?

does anyone else
dream of happy days
a dog and a beach
and the smell of the ocean?

does anyone else
not want to die
but not want to lie
about the life they are living?

does anyone else
want to be someone else
want to be somewhere else
want to be something else?
Being naive is undeniably more blissful,
Better than this self aware nonsense
I want be a dog I don't care
he was always
seated before

the bell rang

he always sat up
straight

he always folded
his hands

he always raised
his hand

before he spoke

he asked his
too many questions

in all the gentle ways

genuinely wanting
to know more

than you could
ever tell him
 May 2020 Ileana Amara
marion
you
 May 2020 Ileana Amara
marion
you
how am i so lucky to have you
waking up next to you
going on long car rides with you
watching movies with you
eating meals with you
falling asleep next to you
what on earth did i do
to deserve a man like you
Love borne in briers of a lonely heart
May bloom eternally on heaven's stage
So sweet the lustre that lovers impart
Like ink from a poet's pen on a page

When eternity comes bouquets decay
And letters of love fade into the night
Then mourning comes like a worn out cliche
Uncertainty grow to strangle you tight

Shudder not now my friend the end of love
When its curtains fall; take your final bow
free it of corpus chains to fly above
the empty trails of bards feet left on snow

When the last sonnet can't mend love's sorrow
Toss in Dante's burning heart your arrow
For lovers and haters alike
 May 2020 Ileana Amara
JASMINE
More you invest your energy;
More they ditch you
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