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artisticAR Sep 2020
Can we ever feel full?

Full of like, full of lust

Full of love, full of trust

Full of flirting, full of ***

Full of sorrow, full of drink

Full of stories, full of lies

Full of hello and ultimate goodbies

...amp...
artisticAR Sep 2020
I feel torn, down the middle like,
one half lives here in solitude,
the other is driving on the turnpike
heading home to those who
know me the best
as I indulge in their
camaraderie
while awaiting a little
welcomed rest.
...amp...
artisticAR Sep 2020
If only the "If Onlies"

were actual Maybes

Then my current one-and-only

Would become my bonafide lately

...amp
artisticAR Sep 2020
Stay ***** even when you're crumbling
Stay in tact even when they distort
the fact
that you are still strong
even when you admit
you're wrong
....amp
artisticAR Sep 2020
Clenched fist holds my heart
to keep it from bleeding
unto the dirt that bares all roots
of a forgotten Earth, once bursting
With the gift of vibrant fruits.
artisticAR Sep 2020
A tree amidst a forest
a forest amidst the
land
Darkness surrounds her,
the moon lends her a bright
strand

But a shadow looms engulfs the
night
it quivers , screams in its hushed delight
Devouring her soul, in disquieting grief
The robber of love, the sinner, the thief
                  
....amp
artisticAR Sep 2020
Life moves you along, its destination unknown
In melodies of songs, draped in liquid tone
Some harsh, some soft, some mere whispers
To taunt you to doodle, create your own figure
Which will make you unique, one of a kind
In a world, thirsty for leaders, and
masterminds

.....amp
artisticAR Sep 2020
What will I find beyond this gate?
Once opened, can I catch enough love to seal my fate?
Could the water fill up my empty heart
and lead me straight to the part
where I say
I've found
home
                                   -amp
artisticAR Sep 2020
Recovered, head down,
knees clenched
Legs still won't walk her home.
Skin wet and heart drenched
listen to words and candid tone
and accepts her returning reverie
with a sip of the bottle of bravery
Yes, it was an awkward time
- amp
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