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Valmir Zimberi May 2020
I love the way you look at me,
With your soothing brown eyes.

I love the way you kiss me,
With your lips, so smooth and fine.

I love the way you make me happy,
The way you show you care for me.

I just love you,
With all my heart, and exactly the way you are.
Im just so in love with my wife
Let me go
In your hands
In the pulse
In your veins
Let's go to the lake
I'll get your red
And bring my heart back
Into my hands
To the pulse
To my red lake
That this love is current
There is no end

Mohamadreza Baseri
To the pulse
To my red lake
That this love is current
There is no end

Mohamadreza Baseri
Karijinbba May 2020
To this covid-02-19
virus nightmare
Nothing bad ever last
Nothing bad ever last!

To my absent family
Tortured covertly
drugged for years
Unbeknownst to them
by those they consider best friends
but are leathal impostors
nothing bad ever last
Nothing bad ever last!

To my unprovoked enemies
Nothing bad will ever last.
demonizing me
to my beloved kin
Nothing bad can last.
Nothing evil ever last.

This economic system collapse
covert pandemic WW3,
Millions dying unvaccinated
Billions unemployed dying
vaccines Pfizer containing
potassium cloride ingredients
given large dose then
dying unannounced.
this darkness too shall pass

Star light vessels we are
human spirit resilient armed
Nothing bad ever last.
Nothing bad ever last
Nothing bad ever last.
~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Copy Rights 05-6-20
Nothing bad can ever last!
Serene May 2020
Life is ever changing
Evolving, shedding layers, growing
Seasons change and leaves fall
Turn to different shades
Plants constantly dying then being rebirthed
Desert land once desolate plots of dirt
Become lush vibrant fields between winter and spring
It’s the circle of life really
And it’s quite a beautiful thing to see
Maybe life’s only real constancy
Is the way it’s constantly changing
That you can count on the fact
That you can never truly know what tomorrow may bring
This lack of constancy, in and of itself is a constancy
It’s this contradictory consistent lack of consistency that keeps life interesting
Danny Apr 2020
I have done no wrong but I'm sorry nonetheless
We could tussle with fate but that's all we get
As much as it hurts my poor soul to do so
I must accept what ever it is I find in life's roll of presents
As we are just puppets on some strings
Thespians acting according to a script
Dancers flowing like a river to a rhythm
And a singer singing along to a riddim
Beggars can't be choosers they say
So I'll stand ashore and watch you slip away
The story has no happy ever after after all
But there's still some silver lining in the dark cloud that looms over the mountain top
Sometimes holding on is more painful than letting go
Audrey Feb 2020
You loved him even after that
when the thunder came out of his body
and met you at the skin

You opened up like a shotgun
feeding the wounds with words
that never met the mirror
never came out clearer.

You loved him even after that
when the rage spilled over the rim of his cup
dousing his tongue
with the pain of you
the bitterness grew

Even after
ever after

When the nights made you hungry
and he kept you pinned under
all his lonely

You loved him even after that
You kept the scar
and swallowed the tar of his affection
opened up like a lobotomy

Even after
ever after

When he buried you
in words soaked in toxins
left you with a virus
he picked up from a married woman

You saw him even after that
even after that
never after all
never after that.
Mari Feb 2020
Sometimes I wonder
if you have had
ever loved me.
Colm Jan 2020
In time, imperfect being knows itself at such
And still accepts that it is
And isn't so much
That which is immediately wanted and more
For all could become in time, in time
So much more than that we ever were before
The point being... we all can grow and change. If you want yourself to be, you probably will. So take responsibly for who you've become.
Colm Jan 2020
The end
A poignant secret
See

You're my type of breeze
The height of trees
Whispering in the arms of wind
I can't wait for the beginning. Not the end.
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