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383 · Mar 2018
I have fallen in love
I have got a language
the language I speak in
the language I understand more
the language that I do not understand
the language people like
the language people do not like

There is a voice that comforts
that makes people move
that makes statutes move
that shakes the world more.

You need to learn it
to understand it better
but you even do not need to learn it
because you are born with it.

I may not be rich
I may not be skillful
Also, I know I am not that good

The vain hunted my heart
the sorrow was my breakfast
I cried in my bedsheets
people called me coward
I was an awkward in front of everyone



I have got a love
Now I have fallen in love
I have got someone
someone that hears me
someone that heals me
someone that knows my everything
someone I tell my secrets

I also understand hers merely
she gives me a good life.
She gave me life.

Poetry gave me life
It brought me back to life
Poetry understands my everything
Poetry is my love
Poetry is mu crush

I AM A POET IN LOVE WITH POETRY
262 · Sep 2018
SENSELESS.
Wondering if I am still there
Wondering if me will survive
Wonder if I will be deliberate.
Us, together, senses are gone.

My senses are definitely gone
Myself is nothing in lonesome
My soul, really, did evaporate
Me and my self is merely gone;
Us, together, senses are gone.

I hold you and travel the rain
I never feel spiking drops of rain
I off a coat for you and no pain
I and you begrudge and no vain.
Us, together, senses are gone.

We slip, fall and we feel nothing
We sleep in huts and its nothing
We and the dearth, it is a belonging,
And love is our best daily teller
Us, together, senses are gone.

I do not even feel how cold snow is
I only feel how soft your thenar is
I am insouciant to how sharp critique is.
Us, together, our senses are gone.

Turn to me when hate tortures you
Living with love is now a routine
Telling me again that you still care
Tickles me and burst into laughter
To let it go will be very intricate.
Us, together, the senses are gone.
I undoubtedly love you.


Gelase Magnificat
155 · Jul 2018
Bullet Vs Gold
Hand my hand to the grave
**** my blood to the end
Treat my heart a soccer ball
Pin me in the tomb and I will laugh
Give me a bullet I give you gold.

— The End —