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It is silent
but I feel like a thousand words are spoken
we don’t look each other in the eyes anymore  
we don’t touch
we only wave
from across the room

goodbye ¿
is this the last goodbye
 Apr 2020 Richard Frank
Eva B
You hold many things in you.
Your eye wanders with deliberation
and your soul is a rhythm
that is wanting
safe harbor.

-

These energies are diabolical.
They seek to drain.

-

I'll plant
these flowers
for you.
I wrote this one day during a graduate school seminar. Sometimes, you can really pick up on other people's negative energies, especially within an atmosphere where many people feel the need to "one-up" someone else.
its a war,
gods on guard,
& the eye is upon you.
-
with physical bodies like space-ships,
they line the block
with patience
requesting entrance within
so open up.
The tears I shed
Have now dried upon my cheeks
The river now has no source
A river brought forth by betrayal and loneliness
Let's recover from our pains and misfortunes
 Apr 2020 Richard Frank
Sarah s
I miss his sunshine,
that summer gaze,
that left me in a constant haze.
I love him so dearly.
now.
and always.

I want to sit and talk,
about the glimmer of the stars,
And the tiny red mars.
But he’s as far away,
As every star ray.

He reminds me of snow.
So beautiful,
But so cold.

But after all,
Every winter needs a spring.
And every fall a winter.

So let us sway with the trees,
bloom with the flowers.
And forget the senseless hours.

Let your dreams run wild
with your eyes shut,
and a heart open wide
full of pride and nothing to hide.

S..S
Sometimes I wonder
If thieves plunder
Just to be wanted
To be chased and haunted
For the alternative is worse
Unwanted is the true curse
when the world ended,
i fell to the floor,
tears rolling down,
the future tore.

heart in my throat,
my jaw felt weak,
you held me tight,
you kissed my cheek.

when the world ended,
your hand on mine,
softly caress,
fingers entwined.

no whispered words,
you let me be,
your quiet strength,
meant the world to me.

And on that day, when the world ended,
you held my hand,
you stayed with me,
you made me see,
my world could be...
mended...
again...
someday.
 Apr 2020 Richard Frank
Acme
Like Vincent my art's invisible
now but maybe future generations
will find fire in the night sky
and read my blood on the page
and know what life was like in
my time spinning on this marble.
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