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Diane K Pak Jul 2021
You’re my only favorite kind of hero.

Aren’t you Prince Charming?

Even if I was your me amor?

Would you still love like te amo?
Diane K Pak Jul 2021
when we say I DO.

feeling rush and no matter what I believe to be true.

it's always finding whether or not to become like I say you do.
Even it just this moment when I neither choose either of you.

just the way you are is perfect than the way you wish upon the stars.

I'll love you or either of you.
If you promise to be the way you are even if it's still true.
#j #s
Karijinbba Jul 2021
If you don't find me
It's because I became the singer's Timbre love poetry.
A hundred violins in her orchestra dig deep beneath the core to heal
Any pain felt within.

I too become the music
vibrations piercing in soul
singer of lover's poetry

In memory of a tantric Spanish poetess who sang poems for lovers all her life.
my great friend
Rocío Jurado's healer song
linked in song below.
By Karijinbba
Bhill Nov 2020
today's the day, and the future will talk
we all had a choice to give rise to the walk
I hope we all did, what we know we should do
the results will mean, some difference to (who)?
I'm hoping the change will move us along
with a peaceful exchange and a newness that's strong...!

Brian Hill - 2020 # 303
oluwajimi Oct 2020
No one noticed my presence
because they were busy with you
I was once always busy
Until I buried my self in daises
And covered my shame under the yellow sun
simple deep
Bhill Oct 2020
when life serves you lemons, you make lemonade
when life performs cycles of crazy patterns, you listen
you listen to the science of reality and truth
you stand up to the certainties that can be validated
you survive the onslaught of the cycle and wait for lemons
you make lemonade...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 271
nabila s Jun 2020
for today I'll be giving you my half
so when the sun hits the road
i could feel the warmth of your grin
as it lights the whole town just the same
for tomorrow i'll be giving you half of my remaining half
so when the crescent converges over the roof
i could hug you 'till the morning comes
and sense your arms under my heavy head
for overmorrow it goes on and on
so there will always be half left
bumps and lumps might be on their way
but it's alright
we can always try again
because you belong
to my tiny heart
Neetika Sharma Apr 2020
A plain featureless face lacking dimension.
Overwrought with a loud expression.

If I didn't have a mouth, people could still have whole conversations with me.

Clenched teeth turn into prison bars.
Incarcerated words mimic desperate inmates pleading guilty.

My tongue violently detaches itself and resorts to levitate.
Capable of only tasting a warm and overwhelming sense of irrelevance.

It curls itself up in corners It hadn't felt before until it dissolves in its own shame.
I'm still new at writing so I'm sorry if this seems incomplete or not well formed.
I'll try my best.
Jonathan Moya Mar 2020
When he cried on the cross
he made me believe in Jesus.

When he blessed a devil child
he made me believe in His Word.

When he mated death
he made me believe in the light.

When he ate a wild strawberry
he made me know love.

When he held his son in a new land
he made me feel the wisdom of fathers.

When he showed the hidden Kroners
he made me feel total shame

When he held his dead child in his arms
he made me understand the resurrection of grief.

Max you made me forever hunger
for the million lights illuminating the dark
upon which I build my celluloid church.

The Max von Sydow films referenced in order of appearance:  
The Greatest Story Ever Told
The Exorcist
The Seventh Seal
Wild Strawberries
Pelle the Conqueror
The ****** Spring
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