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  Dec 2024 Khoisan
Stacey
The air is fresh
The sky is clear
The birds are singing
The smell is pure
Something I found in an old journal... I just needed it today
  Dec 2024 Khoisan
Scarlet McCall
I love you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I hate you.
I love you.
I hate you...
oops. Have to get another daisy...
"He loves me/he loves me not" might be an important question, but the more important question is: Who do you love?
Khoisan Dec 2024
I
would
love
to
die
like
the
CHILD
in
an
adults
body
young
free
and
innocent
  Dec 2024 Khoisan
Ian
it's the new knives
that can open
the old wounds
the easiest
Khoisan Dec 2024
Please Leave me alone
said the monk to his monkey
business hours only
  Dec 2024 Khoisan
datura
A sagging Gladius wallows inside me, limply,
It's rotting in its own wretched flaccidity,

I see others around me nurturing bounds of fruitful irises,
Some even mother sycamore, burgeoning with vigour, effortless as chaste kisses,

Tender fertilizer blots my chin in a bloodied marling,
I ingest the stolen soil, even when I feel the white sting of my innards' snarling,

So I'll inject myself with litres upon litres of putrid compost,
Only for my gladius to continuing shrivelling within my innermost,

It's stem-deep in nutrients, and is none the less decayed,
Atop the valley, even in the passing June, it stays, wilted withered and frayed,

Now, all I'm left with is the curdle of wetland moss festering in my blood,
Weighted with this fetidity, I let my gladius go, dead, in peace and clotted mud.
Feel free to interpret as you please, however my poem is originally written is about your potential/inspiration dying and no matter what you try to do to keep it alive (Basically its about Burnout). Even when you attempt to steal ("I ingest the stolen soil") and use other elements of another's work, you still feel uninspired and are not driven to be creative at all even when people around you seem to have the ability to do it so easily.
  Dec 2024 Khoisan
jeffrey conyers
You tossed it aside and complained that you never had romance ever come your way.
But I know and can testify that I'm the one that put love within your heart.

You treated it like You was playing various games of cards.
And seeking a joker to be your pawn.
But I know, truly know, I'm the one that placed loved within your heart.

Just because you seek to play various games to have your way.
And I admit in various I accept some blame.
But I know.
Yes, I know-I'm the one that placed love within your heart.
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