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 Nov 2017 Andrew Guzaldo c
Iska
Hello.
I am the trending poem.                                                            ­            
         you see me and I make you feel alive
                                             so you like me and re-post me
                                                              ­    then you leave me alone to die.
Hello,
I am your forgotten lines.
             you created me with a careful love
                                                          an­d decisive rhymes
                                      and then to the bottom of your page I'm shoved.
Hello
I am forgotten, alone and unloved
                           a faded smile a broken dove
                                               I once was beautiful, touching.
                                                       ­   now, I've been replaced, I'm nothing.
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No, He said.

I want you
wanting.

I want to taste the miracle of your desperation,
need,
lick the sweet sweat of tense from the hairline well hid
on the back of your pleasuring neck.

I need your needing constant completion,
but not succeeding.

The airborne aroma of your desires are fiery, arousing,
stimulus sensating me by the unending beauty of dissatisfaction,
this virus desirous, infection, makes my perpetual wanting  
for an incomplete perfect woman,
forever seeking betterment,
perfectly complete.


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11-15-17 11:51pm
mixed up emotions re this one; who is the striver, who is selfless   and/or selfish;  can be understood in many different ways
Everything is grand,
as energies of happy
fill my day.

I spend time with friends.
I do what I love.

Everything is stressful,
as challengers build
at home and work.

I take step back to observe.
I hold positive thoughts.

Everything is divine,
as I see a sunrise and sunset
to celebrate.

I feel grateful.
I experience oneness.

Everything is chaotic,
as the world,
is in a big shift.

I Pray sending light.
I ground inside love.


Everything is exactly
as it is meant to be.

I know my truth.
I align with faith.

Everything is a miracle
as I awake on path.

I have magical moments.
I am a miracle.
Just playing with the words
everything is.
I am a walking tree of divinity
and poetry is my life.
Experience after experience
fills the many pages of life.

Some people see my beauty
so we feel oneness,
while others walk right by.

Fall leaves hold
happy and sad experiences
each to be woven in a tapestry.

Winter a time to reflect
and take things in stride
weather storms or blue skies.

Spring a time to blossom
as chapters expand.

And Summer time
to bond with tree
sisters and brothers.

I am a walking tree of divinity
scribing all seasons
for a readers eyes.
Inspired by snowflake thank you
The truth is I have no idea how to begin this
because I don’t even remember
how or when exactly you began to invade my consciousness.
you were an uninvited guest, a gatecrasher, an intruder
filling my mind with paranoia and endless dilemma —
how I contemplate about going out or not
because I get overwhelmed with crowded places
like public transports, and malls, and fast food chains,
how I s-stutter whenever placing an order,
or how I could not finish one sentence without repeating
repeating a word or or two.

It might sound funny how I find a sea of people terrifying,
how I feel a dagger or a gun pointed at me every time I step
outside my comfort zone,
how I would replay failed scenarios inside my head like a broken tape,
how I would apologize for actions that demanded no apology.
I often get nightmares about being asleep and not being able to wake up
and sometimes I dream about waking up in a strange bed in a foreign room
filled with people with the strangest faces talking in tones barely audible
but when the voices would all stir together
I would run out of air and pass out,
but I still wake up though, screaming, trembling
signaling another episode of survival.

If I could drive, I would take you away with me and bring you to a sunset beach
tell you that everything’s gonna be alright
that it’s okay to knock me down sometimes
but not too hard to break me
just enough to remind me that I am, after all, human
Or maybe I would drown you or maybe not
because I get too overwhelmed with the waves
I struggle against the current,
and I am the one who gets drowned instead.

I hate you, no, I mean I love you. I should love you
because they said those we love are meant to leave
So I will love you, I will love you until you get tired of me,
until you no longer find me appealing
I will love you obsessively, until you get sick of me,
until you run out of places to run to, until you run out of air
I will love you until I run out of words and metaphors
and rhyme or reason,
I will love you with the hopes that one day I could finally say:
“My anxieties have died beautifully, with dignity,
in their sleep.”
I would like to fly away.
Be carried by the wind
behind etheric wings
To drift
upon a cloud
basking in the sunlight.
To sing
like birds
anointing all below
with my love.

Y
    E
        S

I would like to fly away,
and
          visit
                    you
                        In
                                 My
                                                    Dreams.
Inspired by Crazy Diamond Kristy  Thanks
Someone
asked me if I
knew you
             A million
memories flashed
through my mind
but I just smiled and said I used to
BY wiz khalifa
 Nov 2017 Andrew Guzaldo c
Seema
I write to feel at ease
I do not write to please
For I am a simple person
Living in my own world
Not a creature of talking trees
So many memories, this mind sees
Maintain a distance from me
As you are a contamination
That fused my life to freeze...
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©sim
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