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 Nov 2017 Mary-Rose H
Yitkbel
I can never be your shielding oak
But I will be your last leaf.
 Nov 2017 Mary-Rose H
Yitkbel
I live my uncertainties in life
Following invisible cues
Different signals in different hues
A twinge here and there
And uneasiness blooms and heals
When I follow the steps
That leads me back to you.
 Nov 2017 Mary-Rose H
leah
if i fall in love with you
know that it won't be like the love you see on tv screens
know that my love is subtle
my love is calm, like the ocean,
my love is not backs pressing against walls
my love is not bruise-like marks on collarbones
my love is the brushing of fingertips
my love is the rushing of blood onto shy cheeks

know that when i fall in love with you
my love will not be explicit
i will not tell you i love you
i will let the shy glaces
and the interlacing of our hands speak for me

know that when i love you
you will know
I think I have double vision
When I look at you
I see the real you and the fake you
I see how you feel about me
But I also see the facade you try to show me

Why are there two sides of you
Why can’t there just simply be you
With no disguise and fabricated exterior
That you leave for the naive and gullible people

Well, I won’t have it
I see through your bluffs and your veil
So don’t expect me to love you
Because if I am to love you
I want to love you for you
And not this mirage you display
 Nov 2017 Mary-Rose H
J
There is strength in her heart,
like the waves that softened
a stubborn rock.
Warmth, like summer breeze
that gives solace to
a weary soul.
Radiance of the sun emanating
through her eyes,
and brings hope with every sunrise.

And I will love her,
until my heart caves in.
No one will know you bleed
if all you bleed is ink.
Keep on writing. This is not a poem, it's just a quote for all the poets out there trying to express their pain through words. But the world is too deaf to hear our screams behind lines.
pain is with him
they never drifted apart
not even once
the sun knows the truth
and so does the moon
yet everyone knows not
because every time he bleeds
all he bleeds is ink
I'm sorry if I did not give my poem any justification, but all that I want to say is, everytime I feel pain, I write a poem instead of telling them directly that I am in pain. Because I am so sensitive. and I feel so sorry for being sensitive. God Bless
 Nov 2017 Mary-Rose H
Ryan Holden
Howling fur shivers
Through the snowfall leaning on
A rock at moonlight.
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