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To my literary soul mate,

As your journey continues
in vast and distant lands,
I watch your life
pass in pictures and posts.
Catching a glimpse of you in
quick and witty tag lines,
of a great story yet to be told.
Ones I may never hear the words to
as life has taken us both,
down two very different paths
that may never meet at a cross road.

I just want you to know
that a heart react on a post
can only convey
so much of what I want to say.
A “hello, hey how are you?”
“I hope you are well and safe.”
Kunbi Dec 2020
I am searching for a literary agent who would assist me in publishing my poetry compilation if you know anyone please send me a message, including their contacts

Thank you
Rome Nov 2020
From the texture of your palm in which I believed it was smooth when all this time it had been rough.

From the joy in your eyes whenever I'd look and stare at them as if nothing matters when all this time they were dull and filled with anger.

From the sweet words you feed me in my everyday life where I believed every single word only to find out it was nothing but pure lies and empty.

The laughter, the smiles, the giggles, the acts, the affirmation
all of them were nothing but lies that hides from a beautiful face.

But regardless how much I know this much was true,
I couldn't help but to still choose you over and over again,
until I set my sanity free and chose to be blinded
by the beauty you had

on the outside.
GUNI VATS Aug 2020
Chop chop tree
Whip whip glee

Tame the horse
Hide remorse

Make a home
Build a dome

Dam on river
River under dam

2 acre wheat
3 acre bajra

Marry a woman
Veil the face
Make a son
Buy the lace

Make a God
Build a shrine
He ain't yours
He all mine

Chop chop tree
Hammer the glee

Cut the hill
Continue the drill

Make a home
Destroy a dome

Dam under river
River on dam

2 acre wheat
3 acre bajra

**** a woman
Burn the face
Make a son
Tear the lace

Sell the God
Buy a Shrine
You ain't His
He ain't thine

Chop chop tree
Buy the glee
He ain't human
Nor are thee.
the degradation of humanity
GUNI VATS Jul 2020
The muse that keeps you alive,
The demon who kills you.
Jammit Janet Jul 2020
#34
I’m thinking in paintings & graphic novels,
Ink flowing through my veins,
Brimming to the top with genres,

Spitting words,
With devilish curves,

As I twirl,
My wrists through arcs,
And sagas,
Open the pages with,
Adventures,
Full of romance and science,

Weave you through webs of emotion,
That make you feel, see, and hear,
Reality erosion,
As you weep, grieve, and cheer,

Then lull you to sleep,
In my cradle of feeling,
Secure and heard,
Healing,

Feel my magic,
Through my art,
Warm your insides,
With my heart.
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