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head on my chest
can't hold my breath
this feels so good
love to the death
planting kisses along my neck
carrying me to bed
we talk until
there are no secrets left
 Sep 2020 gabby
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Repose
 Sep 2020 gabby
Prevost
I imagine poets sitting in bed
Crumpled blankets and flannel
Untidy hair and untidy thoughts
I imagine poets laying in bed
Knowing that foot to floor
Is the surrender, again
The rush of the world
That rips away the poet’s palette
I imagine poets refusing to surrender
Writing poems
On how the blankets lay in repose....
 Sep 2020 gabby
Brian Turner
Paint the future
Paint it bright
Young ones don't deserve
The path of plight

Speak the future
Tell the tale
Speak the future
Take back that veil

Live the future
It's not that dark
Live the future
Be that spark
+ve energy for a Monday morning. We should be upping the anty and showing the kids what a wonderful world it is. Ignore negativity.
 Sep 2020 gabby
Ruheen
Wanting to be like someone
And wanting to be someone
Are two very different things.
....one is identity theft!

To be or to be the other one.....that is the question.
A momentary burst of sarcasm.
Enjoy!
To be or not to be someone like Shakespeare....that is the question....!
 Sep 2020 gabby
s
burn
 Sep 2020 gabby
s
the love she once hadーburned.
(stomped into the ground. she never want to remember it)
hatred brimmed her entirety.
(she couldn’t help it. was it the harsh reality or was it just her true self?)
life leaking out of her.
(it’s not like she really wanted to live to begin with)
will she be okay? never.
(because basking in sadness is still much easier than soaking in the reality she’s stuck with)
pain too near, too often; clouding her every being
(but still, it’s all too painful, too familiar. everything she had sworn to avoid eventually drop into her lap. all at once. it’s like they played a sick joke on her.)
 Sep 2020 gabby
Moon
A Mask
 Sep 2020 gabby
Moon
A ‘mask’
Which we see all around us
With which we disguise our true selves
When people ask, “How are you?”
That “I’m fine” is a mask
Over “barely surviving”.
A ‘mask’
With which we disguise our true selves
When a ‘stranger’ passes by
And leaves us with melancholic nostalgia
That ‘blank face’ is a mask
Over a downpour of memories and emotions.
A ‘mask’
With which we disguise our hearts
Which, slowly
Like a sweet poison of its own kind
Converts our true selves, our hearts
Into a ‘mask’.
Its high time that we shed the fascade and be our own trueselves..
 Sep 2020 gabby
Moon
“Will you destroy something beautiful, just to make it perfect?
Just the way you did with your big, innocent, naïve heart, trying to fit in into this large world with small hearts?”
“Hey moonsick lover!
Do you dare to love a human (again)?
Or do you also think that love is a disease sent by devil, Satan himself from the depths of the burning hell?”
“ Will you be able to un-love someone who broke you into a million pieces?”
“Are you still lovesick? Has anyone had the courage to embrace your open wounds, kiss your scars and mend your shattered, yet caring heart, with his own?”
“Do you still hope that someday, someone will make you whole, again?”
“What if a person comes as your salvation one day, and brings a real smile on your face accustomed for fake smiles?”
“What if that person makes you feel complete again?”
“Now, what if that person, the one who enabled you to heal, is stolen by the world?”

“What happens then?”

“I’ll tell you what happens then. You will gather all your pieces, go down to the burning fires of hell, take help from the devil, come back roaring back in agony, and
WREAK HAVOC ON THIS WORLD!”
For the ones, hurt by love...for everyone who found and lost their loved one..for the heart which wants to destroy everything that snatched their loved one through wrath.
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