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Creases and tears
here and there
Over again
Traced lines with pen
What once was white
Now dark as night
To fight for love
Below, above;
Hearing each fold
fault as though old
...
Like paper art
A broken heart.
My heart is a paper art
That has burnt to embers
A pain that I clearly remember.
just because
it doesn't leave
a single line
doesn't mean
it's not a poem

just because
it doesn't rhyme
doesn't mean
you're not a poet

because a poem
is not merely
about the style
but solely
about the soul
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
m i a
sometimes,
we have to isolate ourselves,
from the world,
to truly defeat,
the demons under our feet,
the nightmares,
that won't let us sleep,
and the negative things,
that make us weep,
in order,
to keep
our minds awake,
so our terrible thoughts,
will stop causing our eyes,
to create lakes,
and so,
our lips will pause it's mistakes,
and so,
we can remind ourselves that we'll be okay.
i've been losing to anxiety so much lately, but maybe i just need some alone time, to strengthen myself. im going to be okay.
 May 2016 Ayu Prameswari
LJ
You age like wine
but you are mine
Young and old

I age like milk
but I am fine
A clever fool

You age like wine
blessed and saved
loved and wanted

I age like milk
brave and alive
strong and sure

You age like wine
sweet and immature
naive and suave  

I age like milk
pretty and patient
loaded and free
Women age like milk.....as they mature we are clever but overloaded!
Men age like wine...... as they mature they are finely antiquated!
"Don't fight Feminists".... just an observation and debate I had with comrades!
Since you don't remember
Our kisses,
A long, long time ago
In another life,
Let me send you a thousand
Smiles.
Shall they harvest
The fields of gold
Swallow the stars
And embrace your sky.
God Bless You.
I said never again,
No more sleepless nights,
No more pain.
No more endless sighs.
But you are here again,
Your gentle face,
Your comforting eyes,
Your soft voice
Whispering in the night,
Leaving me no choice,
Your coloured verses.
Falling again for who?
For You.
Who else?
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