All those lines, here and there in napkins or pieces of loose paper sheets
On the sides of empty spaces on newspapers
boarding times of emotions whatsoever
All those poems that went missing
In time before could put it down to store them in a convenient location,
A feeling of life and little pieces of the heart getting lost,
getting ruined in the mass
a missing muse for the missing poems that I've lost.
The most thing will be missed are the dreams of them:
The girl in a forest of yellow gold dahlias on a midnight escapade;
The boy running in with the fireflies and he has missed the train, his cycle broken;
The cats and dogs that stole the heart;
The things that gave creeps ;
The melodies that never get sung;
The way the darkness got engulfed by the brightening sun light and all those maroon stroked floral burned;
As moon boy and the tale of the ancient moon untold ;
And the spaceman needed more space so drifted afar to thousands light years;
A new world of like earth did he found or not,
All those things wouldn't be exact like
Couldn't be cherished in certain waves
Wait to have a esentric legendary legitimate,
And so many -
all in a head with knotting unknotting feels
Sweater of multi colored,
The mind interpretation of a soul in
the vanilla soups it spilled
from the mouth of
the center heart,
of the mind of mind,
Sucked by a vending machine of time.
Flowers of buds assumptions
They are hidden underneath a dark
linen; of memory loss..
Beautiful and brute
– felt –
It's what was warmth of home
A lost lover about to be found
But in the words was written before,
Lost, as if as never before was found
Dead in the world
Wide open eyes and tried to imagine
pictures of them
Only found black stripes taking over as its hard to read
Why the story ends like it was meant to be
flickers of lights dies and lighting turned to a silent stop of murk
Like as it was in the beginning.
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Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
