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She was darting through thoughts
I dart through hers
My brain tied in knots
Kicking with spurs
Her eyes darker than night
A bottle in her hand
Tearing down with words polite
Meaning hidden I understand
Pack of smokes in pocket
A state of misery
Launching like a rocket
No reason I can see
In foggy haze of confusion
Rain quit falling down
Bars closing in conclusion
Remained dimly lit around
Resting back against wall
Bricks of the front of our wet home
Could hear the substances call
In back of her mind to roam
Let in with welcome arms
Turn off lights one by one
It's about how want disarms
Forfeit to them almost none
In a day will return
Finding you the same place
Or someone better takes their turn
Does not matter
Just a different face
She falls asleep eventually
Giving her dreams attention
Call names and she will be
All things you mentioned
Written about my mom when she was still alive :(
Lydia Dec 2023
The way I tend to show my love is by making sure we have your favorite snacks in the cabinet and that your pillowcase is always fresh
It’s the little things for me
George Krokos Nov 2023
When mankind plays with
nature certain things go wrong
history does tell
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A Senryu written late in 2021. Inspired by the Corona Virus and other catastrophic events of human history.
Zack Ripley Nov 2023
Things don't matter until they do.
I learned that the day I lost you.
Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2023
Live as if flying
Good things are coming your way
Goals within your grasp
Taking an optimistic approach for once
Daisy Darling Sep 2023
I have you tattooed on my sleeve,
I hope you do not leave,
Is young love naive?
the ink is permanent, but is our love?
nick armbrister Sep 2023
**** Hat

The American was an **** hat

A real ***** ball idiot

Who didn’t care what people thought

She did this and that what she wanted

A new tattoo left ****** coloured dark green

Right ear extended elf like

Having *** with 70 year old men

Just for the Hell of it

Not to get their cash

A real **** hat gal

She was a local character

One whom people detested

Crossed the road to avoid

Yet she was smart could argue

On vague stupid topics

Her real name was Dawn

In reality they called her slang

Names unprintable here

She’s the **** hat gal

Full of crap a real lunkhead

Imagine if you were her

So full of **** hat ****!
George Krokos Jul 2023
A lot of people in the world labor under the weight of too many things
they have accumulated in their lifetime and to which their mind clings.
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From "Simple Observations" - ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Elisabeth Elmore Jul 2023
There are broken things
               I can never fix—
                         even though
                                I’m older—
      no matter
           how much I know,
my hands are still wounded green
                      with Spring’s earth—

from even before I knew
          the pain of destruction—or
the chaos of a single lie
             (before I knew it was a lie)

when I was crawling on sunset
                  in the tall grass
                       of our backyard,
          silently following
                       my brothers
                           (newly jaded)
                 as they joked in spite
       about our mother’s volatile shouts
from our sky blue house
            of loose and spurring rage.
Mark Wanless Jun 2023
i can say all kinds
of things that are confusing
none are really true
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