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Garry Oct 29
Sometimes I can't tell
if the things I write
are poems or just sentences
with somewhat
arbitrary line
breaks
Cné Jul 5

Is it the wave kissing the sand
          or is it the ocean
                   deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
                                  often hard,
but always with passion?

Is it the sand kissing back
        or is it the land
            happily losing ground
with every kiss
             to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

ChildofGodyay Jun 23
Cold walls, death glares,
Someone's hurt, nobody cares.
No matter how close,  still far apart.
The only greetings are the blank stares and avoidances of people, and the distance between heart to heart.
Heads down, eyes shimmering, shimmering in the blue light of the black screens.
Is love just simply loving the significant other?
So downward this society.
This city.
It's so sad that a kind greeting is an indication of someone weird.
That simply being kind is too hard. Too weird.
A stranger.
So downward this society.
This Babylon of today.
Is going to fall someday.
I hope that we could finally break this cold walls.
That the only way to break them is really as simple as smiling to another,
waving to a stranger.
It really isn't that hard to let love.....is it?
Is it hard to love? It's so sad too that feeling loved is so hard.
Ww Nov 2017
i treasure
1 to 4 a.m
the quiet and calm hours of the morning

the only hours of the day
that wants nothing from me
the only time that I am free.
thereafter obligations start to weigh me down.

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