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 Jun 2019 José
inreticence
Let me put us in a box
where memories run in loops.

Where, we never had to worry
about what comes next.

Where, forever was now
and now was forever.

Where, we couldn’t care less about tomorrow
because all that mattered was, we were together.

Let me put us in a box,
because, like all things dead,
that's where our love belong.

Like all things dead,
it was once beautiful.

Like all things dead,
it will be remembered.

Let me put us in a box,
so that even when the world goes on,
we know that, once, our love lived.
 Jun 2019 José
Marco Carlos
Nothing
 Jun 2019 José
Marco Carlos
What does one do when love is lost?
I have merely stopped existing.
No past, no future
No dreams, no fears
No up, no down
Just a mere straight line,
With no faults, breaks,
or ascensions.
I even crave a plummet,
If need be.
But there’s nothing...
I have flatlined, I am dead.
As what is life without love?
Nothing
 Jun 2019 José
Philomena
Pretty sure this is the feeling a heart makes when it breaks
And I know I've turned the page
I just hope you don't see me the same
And the silence is unending
Cause I know you don't care
Could be today or a year ago
Time hasn't made a difference when it comes to me
 Jun 2019 José
Star BG
LIFE
 Jun 2019 José
Star BG
Human life is like a book...
The middle being birth.
The end death.
And the middle
a souls adventure of expansion.

Human life is like a book.
A grand story
unwinding with feelings as words
and moments as footmarks.

Once concluded it’s bond
in spirits core memory
to take one then
to a new book-cover of spirit.
A new beginning of
chapters where a sequel begins
with a beginning, middle, and end.
First poem of the day.
 Jun 2019 José
stephanie burrows
They never notice my tears
Or my sadness.
My words are never heard.
But they always notices my mistakes
#mistakes #tears #sandess
If there is purpose to life
Then it is death,
As all men die,
And some men mourn.
My “philosophy”...
Though, to me, there is no set purpose to life.
 May 2019 José
Dom
He was
 May 2019 José
Dom
He was smooth but not understanding
He was charming but not loyal
He was beautiful but a manipulator    
I knew this would come to and end
I knew I was a fool
He was secure but brought my insecurity
He was strong inside but not loving
He was my first but never mine
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