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Aseel Aug 2021
I have nothing to write
Or maybe I have too much to write
I can hear the letters pummeling my finger tips
But the ink of my heart is indeed dry
Asuzx Aug 2021
You
You are creating an identity
But is that you?
You are making a fool of yourself
By dying too.

You don't know who you are
Because you think that you are someone,
Hence your life will exist
Until it will not anymore.

In this, what sense and meaning
Do you understand?
Tell me. I would love to know.
Since I learned there is none
Long time ago.

Where do you exist?
Is it in your mind?
Because then you are
Nothing but a concept.

Where do you exist?
Is it in your body?
Because then you are
Nothing but some sand.

Where do you exist?
Is it in your soul?
Because then you are
Nothing but a belief.
You are nothing.
I am nothing.
But in this, we exist.
I am ice cube
fire put out
no other love rules
in your sbsence
In love our hearts are.
trust energy the courage
eyes like air to breathe,
poem the food devoured,
To nurture stain or drain,
our ancient lovers aim.
Patience key passion luck
Lock is temperate heaven
And you my vine all mine  
To relish, cherish to trust
  my groom my Adam
your bride your Eve.
Tree of life
willow divine.
~~~~~~
Mr and Mrs Andrews
And Karijinbba.
https://youtu.be/UMGn__JFBO8
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2021
Nothing there anymore
Everything good thrown out
Did not try to stop it
What is there to talk about?
We have already discussed our problems a hundred different ways
Nothing is impossible
Except silencing the chaos inside my mind,
Apparently.
Sometimes a paper lies in front of you
And a pen sits still in your hand
But the only thing on the paper
Are wet drops of tears
Falling from the heart
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