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Humanity flowers scorched
By ultraviolet rays of capitalism,
Humanity's dreams are broken,
By the darkness of capitalism,
Capitalism spreads its net of dreams,
Dreams entrap all innocents,
All lose their life in dreams,
The dreams never come true,
The dreams in installments,
Of needs to make dreams true.
The voters elect the representatives
But for capitalists,
works for themselves keep them,
Omnipotent in all ages,
But they are more and more
Powerful in This age.
~
Maternal midnight

Metallic lakeside

Freon heart, fayence mind

Eyelids of iron ore

Influence feet into the water

Into an embargo bay

Clear and innocuous, innocuously blind

Hills like white elephants on a polar plateau

Mosquitos on her mouth

Drink the blood of encryption

Change the tone of her voice

They pass behind the blue vein

Become infinite particles of her

~
 Feb 20 Khoisan
Mitch P
I can hear your voices falling
Up the stairs
Like shadows from the living room
A song stuck in my head
That I can only hum.

When I’m older I’ll remember
Feeling warm and hearing
The music of your laughter
Muffled by the door
And I won’t know the details
But the stories, I’ll remember.
Often
in the space
of words unspoken
— truth most dearly hides

(The New Room: February, 2025)
 Feb 20 Khoisan
Yonah Jeong
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 Feb 20 Khoisan
Yonah Jeong
731
poetry is crystal of life.
 Feb 20 Khoisan
UriahHeep
I once loved a man,
but I was never the only one.
he whispered warmth into another’s arms,
And I was always in a run

I cried where no one listened,
beneath a sky that knew my name.
And when he held her, soft and certain,
the story repeats—so maybe I'm to blame.
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