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 May 2020 Senita beryl
Ben
Matches constantly lit
No char
No ash

Unscathed

No fire
No ember
Just memories it gave
The poem is about false hopes and love. They have no effect sometimes, but are memorable.
The music plays
As I sway
Taking me down
Memory lane

The music plays
And time delays
As I recall a day of long since past
The tune I remember

A memory
It always lasts
Of sweet summer days
When life seemed
So much at ease

I sway to the music
Of what’s my past
I feel like my life is stuck on Caps Lock.

What a disgrace.

All I want is to click Backspace.

I don't want to leave a trace,

Of the footprints in my past.

I just want a smooth life,

Where I can laugh.
It explains itself.
 Apr 2020 Senita beryl
RK
People will thank God,
For new chapter of this trek,
We’re not born for bucks
We’ll go back to our labor
For a new own accretion
 Apr 2020 Senita beryl
Bullet
You're seeing stars everyday
I'm over here looking in the sky for a maybe
You see the love from blue eyes everyday
I'm over here in a sea trying not to drown from being lonely
You see time as a beautiful installment in the soul
I'm over here seeing a ticking time bomb with no de-fusion
I see the opposite of what you see
Yet you're still trying to hurt me
Playing with a switch
I see the light flicker
Playing with the fan simultaneously
You see the air circulate
I see comfort from a far out place
Loving the housing
Seeing it as a forever getaway
While I see panic in a form of a gateway
A great artist once said
Art is when someone’s subconscious
Talks to another person’s subconscious
Through art
I believe this to be true
Grayson Perry artist quote
27th April 2020
(Wind on the Mountain)

I stood on the mountain
I looked around to see
A world God gave us
Just for you and me

I felt the cold wind
blow from the north
Such a beautiful feeling
here on Gods great earth

Release your fears
and come with me
I’ll take you to a world
where we are free

Where eagles dare
way above the clouds
Where serenity takes hold
far away from the crowds

Where the rivers flow
and the wolves they run
you can reach to the sky
and touch the sun


The Lost Poet
Elton Stallman
4/27/20
You said my scar
was a line that lead you
directly to my heart

(and I sighed)

because scar tissue
has no memory
and can never lead you
back to me again
Day Twenty Eight
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