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David P Carroll Oct 2020
I no my life isn't perfect
And I try my best every day
But the day you came
Into my life was the best
Day of my life because
You become my beautiful wife.
A Love Letter By💕
David P Carroll.
Àŧùl Sep 2020
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My past is so blotted & blotched,
Yet, I am living this moment.

Painful or not, it'd hardly matter,
Any luck with life, I miss daily,
I miss all my possibilities,
None have I achieved,
To time I put my ode,
Ever so desperately,
Dying will be easier.

Perhaps, I'd wait until my parents,
And then I shall embrace her,
Saying, “Sorry, I kept you longing,”
This time there is no guardian angel.
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My HP Poem #1889
©Atul Kaushal
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2020
When I stood
before my mirror
I put my hand down
raised to touch the moon.
Still, I say it's beautiful!
Mark Parker Sep 2020
Georges Seurat paints my vision,
my eyes see through his art,
but that's the nice way of saying
you are closer if I shut my right eye
and farther if I shut my left.

Somedays, I read "O" as "Q",
and occasionally, you aren't you.
You are that person whose face,
hair, and build are similar
to that other person I know.
Your voice will give it away,
unless you walk close
on a cloudless sunny day.
Glasses.
Bongani G-kay Sep 2020
I thought she was the one...
I thought she was mine forever as she vowed...

I thought she loved me...
I thought wrong...
Right?...

I thought....my thoughtful...
I was a fool...
To think you will stay...
I was fooled...
I didn't even notice...
What you were doing behind my back..
I was wrong...
Right?...

I loved more.....
I loved more....
More than i love my self...
I loved the wrong one...
Right?...

I can't right my wrongs....
What is gone is gone...
Maybe i really deserve to be alone....

Am lone...i feel empty...
Without you...
I still love but no one will love me back...

Right my wrong...
I can't...
Cause i can't erase past written....
Right my wrongs
Ken Pepiton Sep 2020
How much can a lizard know, I wonder,
looking out my window at my rock
in the shadow of my house,
always a glance away when
an I am in this position
and aware there is
there, the rock, the still threaded witness,
in granite,

the shaking that shook up all the mountains
shook them all all up
at once

it was a whole planet shaking at once, rung
like abaodingball

abiding in the echoes we can hear with our augmental
ears,
we know whales sing when no one is listening,
as we know the sound of a certain tree
falling
in
a legend, new and old, a sticky thought,
ancient of days, is this lizard brain,
you still work?

WOW, OLD CODE FROMe ericfrome-ish havingbeing
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it tipped. 13 years, 327 days, 57 minutes 13. nnnnnnnnnnnnn

Any time this happens we yoostasay selah,
now we breathe,
once to be
once to have
once to hold and look around. are we dragging any fool
to madness?
The game is afoot and boredom is pushing all my seldom used stoner buttons to occupy time in an entertain ing ing in way with no ads.
Sabika Sep 2020
I tell her:
My little girl,
These days are intense
And alone.
And I know when you
Open that gate,
You do not recognise your home.

My little girl,
I know your mind is dark,
I know there are traces of a plague
Infecting your heart,
I know you want a fresh new start-
But put down the knife
And let wounds mend
And pains blend,
And see this life
To its natural end.
Shadiya Zubair Sep 2020
If you are too tired to speak,
then be eloquent in silence
Sometimes it does seem hideous,
but devour it and taste it.
Maybe somewhere you will find it
luscious!
Meaningful silences are better than a
                meaningful words.🥀
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