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After many near misses
sweet thunderbolt kisses
explode upon my lips
heady molten sips
which burn me
turn me to matchwood
incendiary splinters
ashes of desire
a willing victim of flame and fire
Think outside the box.
Don't control, confine, contain
Or restrain yourself within a box.
Your mind is a beautiful, cosmic, Boundless space.
Look within.
You will realise
Your mind is not a square.

Lose yourself
Inside the infinite universes
That you constantly create.
You are an endless library
Of unique brilliance...
But only look
If you dare.

By Lady R.F (C)2018⚘
 Dec 2022 RandleFunk
Julia Celine
Speaking over coffee
Shooting at the breeze
I smiled at her softly
And loved her more than me

Reflecting back on time with you
As difficult as it seems
It’s so hard, my love, I never knew
Anything as easy

I set down with settled fingers
A cup of clouded dreams
That tastes like fresh carnation
In simmered down caffeine

Tell me all your stories
Sing me songs to sleep
For a moment, I’ll taste the confidence
That you could love me more than me
 Dec 2022 RandleFunk
Julia Celine
I miss when love was easy to stomach
Your sweetness melts to caramel
Now too much sugar doesn't sit the same
And causes heartache just as well

There was a time before my muscles shook
From tensing in an embrace
It was a time when poetry came easy
Instead of causing stomaches
 Dec 2022 RandleFunk
badwords
Zombie
 Dec 2022 RandleFunk
badwords
She said
No more
You're dead
On the floor
Help me
if you can
Let's see
Where you stand
Elysium reach
A bartered sum
Contract breach
No kingdom come
A contract askew
Payments are due
A tithing relents
So we lament
The absence of you
 Dec 2022 RandleFunk
Rob Rutledge
Our body was well worn,
Born, bled then ill informed.
Skin shed
Torn
Dust to adorn a once pristene floor.
Bred to provide countless lives, more.
Martyr to a form it shall never see.
The water flows but cannot know
The extent of its captivity.
 Dec 2022 RandleFunk
Rob Rutledge
A world slowly woke from slumber
Stumbled through a sense of Deja Vu.
Free from sheets of sleep and dreams,
Borrowed stitches pay the seams
Of patchwork quilted promises,
Forgotten threads of make believe.
Fall.....
Autumns leaves falling
Tender loves calling. simple steps are stalling
others rush at hauling.
Call my winter Heart, let not my love fall.
Brace your soul for winters here..
brace your minds for clarity draw near.
Winters here Winters here..

Sharday H.E.R­­ Poetry
WINTERY THINGS..
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