NO SECOND HEART

A short poem by a broken heart

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Old Self

I saw a girl.I saw a glimmer in her eyes.She’s wearing a contagious smile. She’s unmasked and every emotion just went out naturally. She laughs like there’s no tomorrow. Seems like there’s no room for…

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Numb

I can’t feel anything. Choke hold on my heart Inability to start on those actions that inspire me. I’m frozen in nothing. And not even your smile could fix how I’m feeling. I just have to continue on Until the numbness subsides And this emptiness is gone.

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THE WALKING

It’s about going on in life irrespective of the obstacle.

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The Lonely Road

touched by the torture of the migrants during lock down! their pain & anguish strikes a chord somewhere!

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Bleeding

<3

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J. W. Cassandra: Tökéletes léttelen létező, 3. rész

Perfect Existenceless Existing, Part 3, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Perfect Existenceless Existing. I share the poem in 3 parts, both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian, for the memory of my forever beloved younger brother, as I wrote for his memory the 4 poems Soul of My Soul, as well.

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J. W. Cassandra: Tökéletes léttelen létező, 2. rész

Perfect Existenceless Existing, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Perfect Existenceless Existing. I share the poem in 3 parts, both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian, for the memory of my forever beloved younger brother, as I wrote for his memory the 4 poems Soul of My Soul, as well.

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J. W. Cassandra: Tökéletes léttelen létező, 1. rész

Perfect Existenceless Existing, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Perfect Existenceless Existing. I share the poem in 3 parts, both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian, for the memory of my forever beloved younger brother, as I wrote for his memory the 4 poems Soul of My Soul, as well.

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Perfect Existenceless Existing, Part 3, by J. W. Cassandra

Perfect Existenceless Existing, Part 3, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Perfect Existenceless Existing. I share the poem in 3 parts, both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian, for the memory of my forever beloved younger brother, as I wrote for his memory the 4 poems Soul of My Soul, as well.

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Perfect Existenceless Existing, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra

Perfect Existenceless Existing, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Perfect Existenceless Existing. I share the poem in 3 parts, both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian, for the memory of my forever beloved younger brother, as I wrote for his memory the 4 poems Soul of My Soul, as well.

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Perfect Existenceless Existing, Part 1by J. W. Cassandra

Perfect Existenceless Existing, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVIII, Incompletion, cycle Perfect Existenceless Existing. I share the poem in 3 parts, both in English and Hungarian. Essential version was written in Hungarian, for the memory of my forever beloved younger brother, as I wrote for his memory the 4 poems Soul of My Soul, as well.

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Peace | A short poem by OwlSpiritPoetry at UpDivine

Peace

The speaker in this poem had once found peace and then lost it somehow. Now she is tired of looking for it at the wrong places to find it again. @owlspiritpoetry

Peace | A short poem by OwlSpiritPoetry at UpDivine
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Loneliness Acrostic Poem

Loneliness

Its neither happiness, nor sadness, but the feeling of emptiness. It is the loneliness. This poem is an acrostic that describes the feeling of loneliness, which is so deep and consuming.

Loneliness Acrostic Poem
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Pain Inflictions by you

In this poem, Hridya Lakshmi writes about the pain inflicted on her by the person she loved truly and deeply. The people from whom you expect the most are the ones who cause you maximum pain.

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