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"Have you got a brook in your little heart"

by Emily Dickinson

Have you got a brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so?

And nobody knows, so still it flows, That any brook is there; And yet your little draught of life Is daily drunken there.

Then look out for the little brook in March, When the rivers overflow, And the snows come hurrying from the hills, And the bridges often go.

And later, in August it may be, When the meadows parching lie, Beware, lest this little brook of life Some burning noon go dry!

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I was filled with animosity, and suddenly everything became peaceful when you came in

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past life lover

you

i still remember you

from my past life

i was the verses of your poetry

and sometimes i try to look for you

with the hope that our paths may cross once more

i remember our shared moments from a distant lifetime

in the morning, you brewed my coffee

your hair, kissed by the lake

you read your newspapers

and wonder why people are the way they are

it’s just you and your contrarian spirit

and, oh, i remember

the maps of constellation in your face

my fingers like stardust brushes

"this one's Andromeda," i'd playfully say

"it's the Big Dipper, you silly." you with your fake bravado

and i’ll laugh and laugh

though both of us were strangers to the stars

by evenings, we frequented elegant soirées

swirling in dance at the middle

thinking the world faded around us

our favorite tunes playing

though, i’m the only one who can sing right

then we slip away and embrace the moonlight

sometimes i’d sigh

wondering if you’re ever around

if you're treading the same streets as i

i’d like to see you again under this lifetime’s sky

and i wonder if i’m the only one who remembered

or if you too, in your still moments, hold me dear

thinking about me just as frequently

and by some divine miracle

there you stood at the bus stop

you look exactly like how you looked a lifetime ago

the maps of constellation

and honey pools of eyes

that familiar smirk on your lips

and those poignant gazes that spoke

saying, you remembered

you remember me

and like a lightning bolt, it struck

your hands wrapped around another

and the bus rumbled away

leaving our memories stranded

where it belonged

you were once mine, in a distant lifetime

we spent our nights at posh soirées

and days by the lake where i’ll sing verses

and you serenade me with your proses and sonnets

at least in that realm, i was your muse

i was your muse

but it’s alright, i no longer love lakes

i long for the crips air of seas

coffee no longer graces my mornings

for i love my morning tea

i no longer sing, my melodies now adrift

at least in our past life

i was once the muse to your proses

and you to my verses

though, our love now dead and withered

our words in history forever whispers

a lifetime of us has passed by

perhaps that was enough

emaraude

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Hala Alyan, “Revision” (published on Nov. 6, 2023)

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my skin cracked

tingling feeling left me numb

from disaster that killed me

more than once

my body is yours

love me till the end

of my cores.

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Kiss me, harder

be my own

Love me until the time end

like sand on the desert

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Lightbulb lit up in the hollow darkness

The door creaks whenever a shadow enters

The windows got stuck by hands

It enters but it scared

It swears with hands holding clamentine

Wishing the month like it was Valentine

Love destroyed, egos expands

Letting regrets linger at all times

His lips whispers disgusting mantra

To find himself the hidden contrast

He knows, he knows

Light doesn't exist in the darkeness.

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You hung me out on daylight

My wounds bleeds

Every crevices screaming

With each of my emotion trembling

Go away

Leave your shoes like Cinderella

Give me your lovebite

If only it left me red

I asked you

Do you still love me?

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I like poetry and peace

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A desire for youth

Hunts him after incident incapacitate him

Lost his feets

But he didn't lost his spirit

Wondering with all his heart

Felt sorrow embedded within his heart

Why did god make become like this

He stared at the mirror

Only to look at his uncomplete self

Until one day he finds

A man and a women

who didn't seem alright

But they have smile carved into their face

Some people have it worse

Just face the discretion

It ain't bad

Once you see the outcome

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Fear of death

but I longed for it

Somehow cemetary

didn't scared me anymore

I'm just waiting till I ran out of life force

Scary but its eternally peace.

Fear

by Raymond Carver

Fear of seeing a police car pull into the drive. Fear of falling asleep at night. Fear of not falling asleep. Fear of the past rising up. Fear of the present taking flight. Fear of the telephone that rings in the dead of night. Fear of electrical storms. Fear of the cleaning woman who has a spot on her cheek! Fear of dogs I’ve been told won’t bite. Fear of anxiety! Fear of having to identify the body of a dead friend. Fear of running out of money. Fear of having too much, though people will not believe this. Fear of psychological profiles. Fear of being late and fear of arriving before anyone else. Fear of my children’s handwriting on envelopes. Fear they’ll die before I do, and I’ll feel guilty. Fear of having to live with my mother in her old age, and mine. Fear of confusion. Fear this day will end on an unhappy note. Fear of waking up to find you gone. Fear of not loving and fear of not loving enough. Fear that what I love will prove lethal to those I love. Fear of death. Fear of living too long. Fear of death. I’ve said that.

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I couldn't get enough of your soft scent

that made me my head turn

or voice that made my knee weak

I want more of you if I could

if I could

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an additive feeling

___________

not love but

it's something more

something deep

something kind

something warm

skin to skin

making me me bleed every evening

more, more

begging

making me whole

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royal heart sacrificed his poetic

prose to make muse

by the lake

where the loachness

sleeps

he trips and fell deep into

the lightless water

but it felt better than

living with the pretentious phantom.

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