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Look.

"You have a sad look" I told my mirror I don't have the look I don't have a look I do not have any However I rest my head on my pillow And sadness crushes

Divinity.

Tell me something Can't you feel it? I mean her being You don't feel her strength, Her power? The energy, leaving her body When she passes by you? Because I do...

Stake.

Fleur of liz, a stake in my memory Like an ancient blunt sword Dad came up with Many vulgar words While he held his blue thermos In one hand And a beer in the other

Be reborn.

If it's not broken I don't want it. If it's lived I don't want it. I do not want it, Suffered and in pain reaches my feet. Crawling. Write words on the wall, silenced

Eternal.

I am, To whom they did not sing happy birthday. The one who was born without anyone, in the waiting room. Eternally in love with the impossible. Dry as an autumn

Fade Out.

I wish I could I wish I could go back When adults were adults And the children were children My only worry was that they wouldn't catch me, playing hide and seek.

Night Sky

blanket with twinkling stars I sleep under it every night moon smiling at me and in your arms I sleep to heaven

Fleeting Blossoms: Embracing Youth's Beauty

In realms of fleeting time, where moments swiftly glide, There lies the wistful truth, where youth and beauty reside. A whisper from the stars, a tale oft told and

My poetry

Здравейте, хайвъри! Ето нещо от мен за лека нощ и сладки сънища! В тези студени дни, само споменът за отминалито лято ме стопля .... Морето Как светло и топло е,

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It was 2nd post in my HIVE Blog And @bdcommunity

All my tastes and tastes are mixed in you I have learned the inevitable and I have walked the eternal path and realized that you are with my soul. Everything is

Fantasy

The one I never got. Not that they got away. Imprinted, I haven’t forgot. I was to sit close, but it wasn’t that way.
 Just a star in my gazing fantasy. A flick

Thunderstorms

Take your firm place over me as an object of adulation. A carved marker embedded in the tear saturated verdure. What was once a sunny season of spectated distant

'Last' Thing to 'Remember'

My Poetry Now, being scared, I'm starting to break the layers. Within each layer, There are reports of your presence. Just do not look like you , One of you, flying

Truckin

I got one of those old road heads, lost in thought as the highway bumps under my wheels. Just rollin on trip to a place I’ll return from. Instruments and lyrics

Anguish

It floods us. We are harmed in multitudes of multimaskers mutilating our March. The spring of flowers is trampled upon but the sudden winter thought to be so far

Consumed

“If you spend all your time worrying about how to love, you will miss the chance to learn. Love is craft, a gift, and an art.” -M

'Trust' and 'Deception'

My Poetry Image Source - Pixabay If the words were physical So it would not be difficult to say That trusted dictionary The most damaged word is Although, most use

Wolf

Moon greyed upon the huntress amongst curtain mist. Skin draped skin that dead hairs the hollow of winter searching for flesh to frost. Lost twigs blacken hare and

Misunderstanding

“By logic, a disagreement is the strongest evidence of over arching truth.” -M