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 Apr 4 Soulless
kevin
all an irish catholic boy loves
to know the words from goddess
changing my religions
After Eid the supply of flour in Gaza became increasingly scarce.
Everyday bakeries were filled with people queuing.
They jostled for hours just to buy a bag of bread.
Usually people who came in the morning got bread at noon.
There were also people who fought while queuing and then they were disappointed.
Because the bread had run out in the evening.
But now the situation is getting worse.
There are no more bakeries open because the supply of flour has run out.
Gaza is in a crisis of flour and all kinds of food.
People are starving again amidst endless chaos.


April 2025

By Alvian Eleven
 Apr 4 Soulless
BobbyJMoss
Intimidation across the nation,
High tension,
But don't mention,
Boats and woes of the misunderstood,
Angst and throes of the disheartened,
Of how we live, or where they reside,
Both sides against the same tide,
Against the will of the proportion,
Drunken fools without rules,
Pretending to defend the crown jewels,
Broken folk not from round these parts,
Struck by a brick cast by the thick,
Not sure who they're tying to scare,
Both sides said a prayer,
Don't leave it there,
We're all immigrants who came from somewhere,
It's not West side story,
Nor morning glory.
 Apr 4 Soulless
Emma Katka
Perceiving and being
are two very different things
And I never know from which view you're seeing
I'm still trying to figure it all out
I don't feel like there's any direction I'm facing
it's making me feel dizzy
and a little ******* crazy
Losing grip; dreaming
where I only see silhouettes
that resemble memories  
Some that I recognize
and others that I don't
Like cigarette stained walls
that I can't scrub clean, it lingers
There's evidence of you existing everywhere
in my habits, in the weather
Today it feels like a boulder on my chest
and other days, like a feather
 Apr 4 Soulless
Amethyste
The room was small;
There was street graffiti on the wall
And a bed next to it;
They were both on the bed
And he was on the top of her;

To her,
It was peculiar with this boy,
She couldn’t stop gazing,
At the face expressions he had.
In the face as he was making his way into her;

She knew,
She would remember this moment;
His ****** expression was dear;
It was as if the waves were splashing,
One by one, against the shore
And made white foam;

His young face was in bliss,
In torment,
In joy,
In ecstasy;
He was stuck in and was suffering, flying;
 Apr 4 Soulless
ZACK GRAM
All underground Facilities
I'm Deleting Tomorrow
I pay For Tires an Payment
At The Big Door
We Get You 1st
Bye *****
Seized an Desist
Bombs Away
 Apr 4 Soulless
BobbyJMoss
The fire is burning wildly,
But the wild is unaware,
What used to haunt the hunter,
Now hunts the hare.

Moles deep in their holes,
Hoping it will pass,
But alas, it searches, pokes and prods,
Its burns deeper than grass.

Hoping for an escape,
To a river, to a lake,
Run, shreik, scramble dig,
This fire isn't fake.
This pertains to a specific local fire in 2016. It's personal but shared.
 Apr 4 Soulless
unnamed
Trusting in someone.
A swinging suspension bridge.
My balance fails me.
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