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The birds whistle away
Tweeting favourite lullabies.
The sun has transformed
Oranging,
From her brilliant yellow hue.
She vanished,
Hiding in her room.

The day
Which once posed
In bright neon shades
Of noon,
Has tasted the shadows
Of the moon.

A slice of the moon
Flaunts herself
In the naked, neutral dark skies.
The earth rages queerly.
Vomitting  a warning sign.


My mind dabbles
In its ignorant guessing
As I gaze upon
The uncertain skies.

I feel like a meteor
Might fall to the earth
Tonight.
Sometimes I feel like I can predict the next minute but it turns out I am not always right.
 Jun 2020 Richard Frank
Styles
The eclipse
of her lips
into my lips
Taught me
Magic exist
Within a kiss
 Jun 2020 Richard Frank
Erika
he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath
I’m so sick of feeling like it’s never going to stop. It needs to stop. It’s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
I flew into your enchantment
lost all life in my limbs
as I sunk in your land
of astonishing greatness

I was evaporating
in your escape
splitting apart
like a drifting star
like the sky and sea
like a broken bridge
my body becoming
your heart of wonder

I was in your wings
of eternal heaven
seeping into your
groovy hips
your hands finding
the key to my locked door
unlocking my world
as your magnetism
reeled me in closer to you
Smitten by your holy
tongue, the muse melts
in the raging sun.

There was a deep
gorge between the hills.
My face turns blue.

Trembling hands will knit
splendent wreath for a
departing moon.
 May 2020 Richard Frank
JaxSpade
I made a mistake
I meant to be perfect

But I colored outside the lines
On purpose

I crossed the line
That meant to keep the lines inside

Because I'm not supposed to do it
 May 2020 Richard Frank
HaiQ
Yellow
 May 2020 Richard Frank
HaiQ
A touch of yellow
There on its own, not for me
But how sweet it is
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