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m lang Feb 2022
being with you always felt               right.
now that you’re gone, all I do is      write.

the place in my heart that made me feel                           whole
is now replaced with an unbearable, gut-wrenching       hole.

our love that once left me feeling sky                       high,
replaced with anxiety at the thought of saying       “hi.”

yet, the vast desire remains to be within your   presence.
i’m still sorry about your birthday                       presents.

time spent with you was the highlight of my          week;
the current lack there of makes my heart grow       weak.

your intensity left me teetering on my      heels.
oh, in due time I hope this                          heals.

i’d preach to the world how much i loved you    aloud,
at this point, is it even                                            allowed?

“you’re­ Benny’s girl!” was my favorite       compliment,
you, truly you, were my greatest                 complement.

we were Romeo and Juliet, our perfect            allusion,
therefore the idea of lasting was simply an      illusion.

it was fun, it was      new;
if only we                  knew.

when i was yours and you were                    here,
i'd avoid the warnings i didn’t want to        hear.

the signs were there, yet i would think       “no,”
because at the time i didn’t                           know.

we couldn’t quite hit the           brake,
consequently causing us to       break.

our love was karmic, one big          lesson.
i’m hoping in time the pain will     lessen.

there was a time i thought the world was     ours,
if only i knew that day would be our last     hours.

as i write this, and time has                        passed;
all i have left of you is memories of the       past.
1-31-2022
Olga Valerevna Dec 2013
There're things I want to tell you
but don't know how to say
Like words inside a speaker
that stops before it plays
Within its wooden cabinet
the notes are not disguised
Peripherals attesting
the music's in your eyes
To write the perfect lyric
is not an easy task
Although it could be simple
if you would only ask
Yet here we are repeating
our homophonic tunes
I'm cutting through the silence
but you are singing too
Let me speak or talk louder.
to hate living things
in service of the dead
to love dead things
in service of death
these
are the ways i inversion
we corporalists
recognize there is life
in spareness meekness
honesty and lack of doubt

a
decisionary ant
a tree
is more powerful than the idea
that such a system still exists
or that there was never
defeat written into the bones of
**** sapiens
if he is not ecophenomenally
**** ludens
y
homophonic
ludidactic
predatory
of the prey
keep on praying
there is no dog
but savage teeth that
bite thy world in twine
entrained
in twain
we trust nothing
and own everything
there are already doubts about your insanity
creeping into our cages
we cannot be stopped
we remember nothing
and we are alive
corporalism is a powerful enactive philosophy about showing up and kicking ***, taking names, and generally being good, honest, and true.

— The End —