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 Nov 2019 sophie
Meera
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
 Nov 2019 sophie
Abigail Hobbs
And your soul will be replenished
once you're showered with
what you crave
and yearn for the most
Your roots spread
and dig
and grow
You'll spurt into the tall blades
into the night sky, even
Your curled petals
will open to this world
What do you need?
Your stretched petals will tell you
And so will the sun,
the great source in the sky
Grow and grow through the garden
The garden is your home
to rest
to replenish
You need a home
You need others akin to a home
Flowers need love
And love you shall receive, child.
5/4/18
 Nov 2019 sophie
Traveler
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O­h ionic sky above
Let loose your naughty rain
Crash your clouds in thunder
White lightening flash in vain
Hydrate this thirsty dryness
Plaguing my barren glands
Set forth her winds a blowing
From where sweet love began

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B­lizzards, tornadoes, hurricanes
and typhoons
The Mother Nature of me
wants to stir the storms of you
My deepest desires dwelling inside my mind
Hitting my heart like thunder and lightning
Sparks intensified
Walking on clouds dreaming of you
Spinning in whirlwinds my teardrops of truth’s
Catch me for I’m falling from heaven above
With the wants of kissing your angel lips of love

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Flower of the morning dew
My gods approve of only you
Wisdom of my sins ascend
Guide my wonder to your ends
To where the storms begin

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A mighty volcano burning deep down within
Raging passion swirling a cyclone of sins
Drenched in a downpour of lust
An eruption of showers quenching our thirst
Changing the atmosphere as our bodies collide
The binding of our hearts together
forever entwined
Infinite our love boundless by time
For I am Yours and You are mine

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C­.J
T.T
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