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LightToBurn Apr 2020
Tapping then pounding
at the door, I moan the time
having to wear pants
a senryu
(similar to haiku)
Harley Hucof Apr 2020
We were dropped into this world, created , unborned.
Me and a Girl woke up in this life , curious, alone.

We loved in the begining
Then our dreams started manifesting sins
And we discoverd we could hurt each other
So
We wanted to be rich.

We wanted to have power
We wated to deviate and become free from one another.

So i learned the economical structure of human nature.
I manipulated my thoughts
Stimulated my behaviour.

Left the enemy confused , poor and in danger
I won the first battle
And that's how the war began

I used
A hidden system that doesn't easily reveal itself

A system that uses Feelings as its currency
A knwoledge of energy, and ability
To make the other
Feel infinitely what the mind's will command

It could give great power or make the other weak instead.

If you know what i am saying you're from my breed
And if you still use banking , you'll follow my girl's destiny.


Words Of Harfouchism
Adam & Eve 2.0

Thinking much?
That message I sent
On a random cosy night
Laying in my bed
And you gave it a sight
From a single dm
To texting every day
Those Long WhatsApp VNs
Gosh we had so much to say
That was all we had
In this modern-day

Maybe I'll never forget
That wink emoji you sent
Nothing ever made me blush
And forget everything that I had to vent

Hugging you for that one last time
Pretending for a moment that you were mine
Life is quite strange these days
Technology holds the power to your smile in so many different ways

For you aren't around now yet
Each memory we shared stays
In my heart and amidst my gallery in a phase
Covering everything from where we ate to where we met

Sometimes I'll stare at the sky
Wondering what would make you smile
Asking my self just the reason why
Are you away from me, a thousand miles

Is this the fate of our lasting bond
one side breaks apart and another one responds
was it the situation or the distance at play
for us not texting each other throughout the day

Maybe expecting that notification is my definite mistake
for not everyone can live up to this false piece of cake
There's not a day where I don't think of you
not an effort gone by where I wish all this was still new

It's strange how quickly special turns to normal these days
what once meant the world to me is now just a blurry haze
Despite all this, I shall keep waiting each day
for you to be back in just the same way

Those Long WhatsApp VNs
Gosh we had so much to say
That was all we had
In this modern-day
After all, we're just those people waiting for that one message, that one call, that one notification of the person that our heart beats for. Although your heart could beat for many, many of us just have that special someone who can just make us smile.
fray narte Apr 2020
she saunters to the room
in white sundress and boots —
some girl bukowski would probably write about.
her heart, stitched to her sleeves,
leaving her chest
smothered with lilacs and cigarette smoke.

how do you know you got embers
that can start a forest fire
when all that matters
is walking straight to the arms
of a storm dressed as another girl —
a girl dressed as another storm
leaving behind casualty after casualty
after casualty
in leaky apartments and hotel rooms.

well,
poets don't tell you how storms kiss —
how they're made of moonlight,
dripping like ether on a sea glass
and before you know it,
your skin is the sea, reaching,
yielding with total abandon
to every curling of the tongue,
to chapped lips and to sighs.

this must be
what 'it' looks like.

then again,
bukowski never really wrote that much about love,
and it's no secret;

her feet are no altars
to offer your poems
and darling,

your lips are not where
storms go to rest.
Mitch Prax Apr 2020
How can a woman
be so sweet and so spicy
all at the same time?

11:04 PM
14/4/20
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