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 1h Jenny
Dianali
A  battle of egos under the table.
Will they notice my blush
from this angle?
Any maiden in line
for your last name?
Would you ******* a vest
If I aimed at your chest?
 1d Jenny
Alisa
Sometimes love isn’t about loving someone else — it’s about learning to love yourself.
Don’t give up on yourself — you’re the one person you truly need. Stay strong!
Take it
Wrest it
Rip it
From the clutches
Of my claims
When they are splayed
And splattered
Matters
Of my brainless
Bullet aims
Still fixing
Barrels
To the temples
Self-imposing
Isolation
Making wars
And civil wastelands
Of the isolated nation
Each excuse births smaller ones,
perfect fractals of denial
spinning into infinite regression.
We explain our explanations
until meaning collapses
under its own precise weight.

Truth bends like light
around the gravity
of what we need to believe,
while reason eats its own tail,
calling the feast efficiency.

Our minds, such elegant machines
for proving what was already true,
for finding the path
that was always going to be there,
that was always going to lead
exactly where we stood.
2025, Lost Lounge Massacre
Salt Shaker Lady
shake it with me
your umbrella the color of daisies
head pointed down so sagely
felt your taste through tears as a baby

Adult now
realize your expression was hidden
because it was the deepest frown
In every cabinet yet no one knows how
a lady of mystery sitting in sweat on my brow

Salt Salt Salt
i need it with all
yet too much and my heart will stall

Salt Shaker Lady
I do see you
I wrote this about the Morton Salt lady
 1d Jenny
Caits
love me in the crowded room
where no one is watching
watch me dance among the stars
and bellow at the wind

let me sing my worries
and whisper my joys

love me like you love the falling leaves
with your hands tucked in your pockets
before jumping in with everything

love me like you aren’t afraid
in a crowded room
for someone to see you
Your smile brightens the room,  
like morning light spilling  
through open windows,  
chasing shadows into corners.  

It weaves warmth  
into the fabric of the day,  
each laugh a gentle ripple,  
softening edges of worry.  

In that glow,  
the world feels smaller,  
and hope sways  
like a flower dancing in the breeze.
Yeah, I finally got this idea written in a relatively decent way. If you saw the person who's beauty inspired this, it would be clearly evident that this poem is drastically inadequate. I'll keep working on it to try and get it better. I'm confident I can. This person's beauty (inner and outward) just strikes me every time I see her. Sorta strikes me dumb. Type of person everyone is always happy to be around. A relatively rare type of person. A blessing. Just cool, in virtually every way. Crimeny, that almost sounds like Marry Poppins. I'm sure you've probably met at least one person like this.
 1d Jenny
unnamed
I know how life is
People always let you down
Yet , the world still turns
79
I feel no high
And feel no low
You'd think that I
Would be in control

The days still fly
The nights still go
You'd think that I
Wouldn't want it so
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