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[kmbgpoetry]

| to be Blunt | KMBG |

4-12 September 2024

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[wintrymoods]

03.10.24, 00:12

You consume me

Once again i long for you

I want to be close to you

Be a part of your heart

A shard of your soul

Can you feel it too?

Can you feel that something’s missing?

I firmly believe that I’m just unlucky

In this life, I will never truly know you

But in another, you loved me too.

[istartedwritingagain]

Poem: IF I DIE TOMORROW

TW: Mentions of Death, grief, sadness.

This was inspired by Dustin Thao's "You've Reached Sam", a book I haven't completed yet but I'm sure it is going to destroy me.

What if I die tomorrow Will you cry for me? or will you be angry at the universe for taking away something you loved will you come to see me one last time? will you say the things left unsaid cursing the limited time we had because I'll never get to hear them will you tell my mom I love her will you be there by her side because I won't be by yours will you ever call up my phone hoping i'd answer with a  "gurl, spill"  because I knew you so well. will this be a plot of a sad novel?

Several texts left unread, making you wish I wasn't dead. that little gasp you'd make before saying my name, because oh lord, it's not the same. will you miss me? or will you miss what I was to you? before I go, I just want you to know,  that I will always love you If the universe can hear me nothing can set us apart,  I'll always be by you, dead or not Will you cherish my memories or will you try to forget about me will you throw away my things,  or will you look for my traces in them

will you look for me in the crowd, feel the ache in your heart because  you'd already seen the last of me and there's not gonna be anymore of it.  Don't be afraid, I'll be here, waiting for you be it fifty years or eighty-five, because I meant it when I said, "this is for life" and I'd promised I'll always be there, right here, by your side.

[author-ml-mckenzie]

They Are Real To Me

An original poem 

You say that they are not real You say that they are made up

But what you do not realize Is that they are more than that more than what you think they are

They are the friends that I never had The family that I made myself Souvenirs of a journey Memories of a time gone by 

My transports to another place My guides to another world My defenders of unknown threats My teammates in battle My most trusted advisors  My friends by my side 

They have helped me through my greatest struggles, Helped me through the worst of time, They have told me that I am not alone, When I felt the most alone that I had ever been

They are my closest confidants My found family My loyalist allies  My desirable enemies  And my secret keepers 

They have me guidance,  When I had no sense of direction They told me where to go  When I felt lost,  And were a friend to me When I needed a friend the most 

They are more than what you think,  They are not only a figment of imagination They are not made up, They are real to me. They are so much more than what you think And they are so much more than what you could imagine. 

[oliwritespoems]

I am the man of you're dreams

I write you love poems because if I don't I start to feel sick

Ick get this love bug out of my heart

I need to restart my train of thought

I thought you got lost in my snapchat memories

They pop up every year like clockwork to remind me that you are not dead

But we are dead the us that once had died been buried

The love we had for each other was so

Toxic

[theb----word]

[bobbycain8]

i’ve left the chokehold you had on me,

and just continued to be,

the best i could be.

with no restraints,

or pulling me away,

the farther and farther i stray,

away from you.

your thoughts your memories,

seem to fade,

in a lonely, subtle hint of grey.

effortless and passionless,

full of possibility and endlessly— me.

forever and ever,

until dusk brushes on the canvas,

while i sit and reminisce on our on last kiss.

[eat-my-w0rds]

Take you with me

I'd take you with me,

Anywhere I go. 

To bad you don't want to be 

With me 

Friends say I look sad but they don't know. 

Buried inside, I wannna cry. 

I'm wasting my time...I know. 

But I'd take you with me,

Anywhere I'd go.

MnP

[intunewithpow]

Selfie

Right on the spot, filter or not

Being myself is enough (yup) or do I need to cover that up?

Want to be like the stars with all their expensive cars

Showing off my prizes with no compromises 

Let’s stop and pose

Showing off our outfit we chose

OOTD (Outfit Of The Day) or WCW (Woman Crush Wednesday)

I rather stay in bed and say, “I woke up this way”

Photoshop on your laptop, girl you need to stop

You’re beautiful just the way you are, you don’t have to go that far

Comparisons are undeniable, feel the need to be desirable

Make-up or au naturel, I choose the lateral 

Depends on the likes and the views

It’s your call, you choose

Rather see you face-to-face

Name the time and place

I like you for who you are, all your beautiful scars

Taking selfies in your car or with your friends at the bar

My favourite choice of style:

The prettiest curve on your body; your smile

[kmbgpoetry]

| tone it, like, way down | KMBG |

18 August - 23 September 2024

I edit each text

before I send it. delete!

exclamations choked.

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[osodaisy]

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[wintrymoods]

I tire

Of life and love and longing

I tire of myself.

What can I do to wake up?

What can I do to reach my well of words again?

[feelingswritteninapinkpen]

Astrology, Ice Cream Cones, and Broken Hearts

It's one in the morning and my stomach suddenly felt hungry. I grabbed the yellow hoodie I bought in a thrift store two corners away from our home. I put my slippers on and tiptoed my way out of my house.

As I head my way to nearest convenience store, I realized how magical it is to walk late at night. The moon is shining brilliantly, boasting its lunar beauty all over the evening sky. The stars are playfully twinkling in the cosmic blanket light years away from where I am at. It feels like I am in a galactic flipbook. I realized how tiny creature I am in this vast, mysterious universe - waiting to be noticed, waiting to be loved.

Few more steps and I figured out that my tummy isn't hungry - it was my heart. It was my heart who longed for this simple life where I care less but appreciate more.

The stars said our overall compatibility is high - that Virgos are for Pisces. I believed them as they seem like they are trying to come together to create a path that will lead us to our happy ending, but I was wrong. Instead, they exploded and created a massive blackhole that engulfed all the ideals of love I have for you.

I should have reminded myself that stars are beautiful only from afar. In a closer look, they are just rocks wandering in the outer space like lost toys children never found.

I continued my late night walk and just enjoyed the colossal scene. As soon as I reached the 24/7 store, I immediately went to the ice cream machine and filled my cone with the sugary delight.

If stars cannot fix my broken heart, maybe this ice cream can.

[author-ml-mckenzie]

I relate to this poem and have ever since I read it. It is one of the best poems that I had ever read on what it is like to be a bookworm and what books mean to us bookworms. Books are not only a love or a hobby, they are a way to celebrate, to feel less alone, and a way to escape from our problems. 

Poem is from Journey Back to Me by Lexi Bruner now available in eBook and paperback 

[foreverbitingx]

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[delicately-decaffinated-feelings]

Furniture

I killed a tree, it lives with me

the dark tinted window panes,

what do you do?

Losing the edges but still holding through

the squeaky rough wood,

what did you gain?

Crumbled expressions, Stubbed toes and immense pain

the old rustling wood,

what you got to say?

Speaking of secrets discussed behind my foray

the old cracked wood,

did the hardships pay?

do the wrinkles line up like the enemies you've made

the old banal wood ,

what do you teach?

to not lose lusture even when you preach

the mighty strong wood,

how are you living?

hanging on through clamps and lifeless fittings?

talking to you maybe typical of me,

I killed a tree, it lives with me.