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War
all I want
is to find you
to know you
to be you
to understand you
to hear you
to have space for you
all I want
is for you
to understand me
to find me
to hear me
to know me
have space for me
all I want
is to know you
and for you
to know me too
and then
I think
we would never wage war.
Who Will Miss Me

Who will miss me
anyway?
The Autumn’s imperative
signals the
long division of my
mind.

Under the geography of
Love is a fear that
nothing

Matters.

Longhaired dreams are
features of the young.

It's the Emblem of the
70's.  The crusts of the
untried. No matter
tears on the rheum.

Why wait for love?

There is a
whisper
in the

afternoon.

Only the sad
know

Literature.


Caroline Shank
August 31, 2024
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Extremists are not brave. Because can't love peace.
 Aug 2024 Dani Just Dani
Sofia
If queer was a joke,
You’d be the first to laugh,
If queer was a guide,
You’d be the first one to be lead,
If queer was a song,
You’d be the first one to sing,
But when queer means queer,
You can’t accept it.
Why can’t you accept it?
Poetry is a verbal engagement, that tells a story in a rhythmic arrangement.

Poetry is a form of linguistical art,
that evokes your sentiments,
right from the start.

The beauty of a poem lies in its meanings,
and the true emotions that the poet is feeling.

Some poems when read may sound to you dull,
but to many others,
they do ring a bell.

Our tastes may differ,
from one to another,
but a good solid poem,
can bring us together.

For every poet has a different style,
the clever one,
will stand out from a mile.
we know each other better than we know ourselves...
 Aug 2024 Dani Just Dani
Antonia
all the flowers bloom in spring
all the flowers bend with the wind

there’s so much beauty in those fragile things
they are living proof that being sensitive can be
all you need to feel the wholeness of your being

I buy myself flowers
and put them in a vase
I keep them close to me
as a reminder
of how soft
I can be
 Aug 2024 Dani Just Dani
Antonia
the words
I never had a chance to say
are eating me alive
from inside out
regret past words unspoken
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