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 May 2017 ester
sancus
yearning
 May 2017 ester
sancus
my ink-stained fingers
are starting to itch for your touch
these lanky arms miss
encircling your plump waist
my heart no longer feels home
at my own chest

it's strange that i long for
those i've never known
 May 2017 ester
Amethyst Fyre
Time cannot catch our corner of the world
Speaking words until our lips are sore
I am smiling in the core of my soul

I'll miss you
Even though we're never truly gone
We'll still be sitting in our chairs
When rose petals fall
To Aqua Rose
 May 2017 ester
Pax
Plagiarized
 May 2017 ester
Pax
A piece of my heart
has been sliced
to where its been crushed
to blend
something new.

I've grown to
understand
the big sea
to where I was
afraid of being aware
this might
happened
.
.
.
then, it already has
as so I let it be
for a time
that I never forgot
nor forgive
what they
did.

I know my flaws
are evident,
it is what makes
who I am, 'not perfect'
as I improved,
honed and
proved to feel
the understanding
of the big sea
but it doesn't mean
you can freely capture
someone's heart
to tear apart,
*a sincere poet
never steals the
life of others.
Not sure where to start, as to the poem itself speaks volume, I've been away from writing because of my busy schedule when i came back i found out that one or two of my work are stolen. I was never really a great writer to begin with as to i wonder why they would steal from me. And there's also stories that uses my quotes without crediting me, sigh... Perhaps this is the reality. sad, disappointed and distraught to myself, but everything is a risk, so posting in all writing/poetry sites, your words are bound to be stolen when someone liked it without you knowing it. sigh.... "i write not!" was one of the stolen.
 May 2017 ester
Laci
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 May 2017 ester
Laci
Close your eyes, sweet girl
Whisper to me silence
Tangled questions
Beautifully forgotten

To be a thought
Shadows of the sun
Eternities forbidden
A slave to the night

Eyes of wonder
Shames reflection
Lost in your gaze of sorrow
Dark side of the sky

You are seen
Translations of dawn
Buried in your silence
Turn your stare towards the moon

Clouds upon your lashes
A journey lost
Provoked voices
To calm a quiver
 May 2017 ester
Sacrelicious
I really only think of you.
When I'm drunk.
Getting
choked out by strangers.

A working boys story:
missing home.

Is like missing
razor blade kisses.

Drawing lines.
Parallel to my opaque veins.
A translucent transient.
Im serious about my crazy.
Don't play with demons ;
if you can't handle the Devil
 May 2017 ester
unnamed
When I first saw you
the riptide of your eyes pulled me in
so beautiful, so innocent, so comforting
So I thought it was safe to go in a little deeper

but the deeper I went, the more the salt water burned
It burned my eyes with beauty
it burned my ears with lies
accusations, ignored calls, hateful words

but no matter how much it burned
I just couldn't stop myself from going further
deeper and deeper into the blue

How far can you go into the ocean before it starts to consume you.
How far can you go into the ocean, before you drown.
 May 2017 ester
lavendersky
You see, i can tell you about:
the far away stars that wander through the space,
their speed, and movements and axes,
without seeing their true beauty and grace.

I came to study in great big city,
because they told me  i was smart,
playing games with big numbers,
only dividing myself apart.

I run and hide from people,
a few thousand light years away,
i'm only good with measuring the distance,
with things that wander and stray.
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