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 May 8 Antonia
Ryan Unger
Sometimes I hate the whether.
I don’t know whether I should have a salad or eat a steak.
Where’s a meatierologist when you need one?
It's here already
one long day of sunrise and sunset
time knows no division
the very end     -      is not yet

Perhaps it will not come
but ours , it will be certain
you can be sure of that
we'll close that final curtain

So eat and drink my poet friends
be content and be merry
love and live and laugh
our life will not tarry.
our life will never tarry.
 May 8 Antonia
Kalliope
I'll miss the softness
While I settle back into rage
Ill return to stand-offish,
At least you're free from my cage
My mind is a prison,
Fit for no one but me,
I thought you could live in,
But here you go,
Take the key
 May 8 Antonia
Izan Almira
I feel alone
in my own shell:
playing pretend,
with my smile laid out on a shelf.
I’ll study grinns until they fit my heart.
And they cover it with blinding light.
Because the darkness
became a treasure I shall only see.
I let no one grasp it,
no one touches my true self.
No wonder I feel alone
when I don’t let anyone see myself.
On a river of memories
I drifted again today
to a garden of roses
a green field dotted with daisies
We napped there on a blanket that I still own
(just like these memories of you)

I wish you presented
In more recent memories, too
They miss you
Like I do
originally written 28th Aug 2024
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 May 8 Antonia
Lostling
I try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
And try
But still
I'm not
Enough
Sometimes I catch a glimpse of the person in the mirror and wonder what anyone sees in them
 Apr 24 Antonia
Ari
for her
 Apr 24 Antonia
Ari
for her
I will move on
for her
I will grow
for her,
the happy little girl I once was with eyes full of wonder and a heart full of love.
for the little girl I grew from,
the one I still am inside,
the little girl who only wanted joy.
for her I will be better.
I have been feeling so weird lately, and today I thought of how sad the crazy little girl I used would feel if she knew what she became. So from now on I will live my life for her.
 Apr 24 Antonia
Lance Remir
When we crossed paths again
The only intimacy that was shared
Were our shadows overlapping
And even then
Yours was the first to leave
 Apr 24 Antonia
Lance Remir
You wore your tattoos
Just like your heart
On your sleeves of wonderful art
Each tells a story, a reason
Each admired and seen
But it was your heart
That wanted to be seen, heard
It was your heart that had the reasons
Of why you were art itself
Your skin adored
But it was the heart that yearned
A canvas for black ink, worn proudly
An uncolored heart, worn openly
You loved the pain of the needle
But you feared the pain of your vessel
Despite it all
You wore your heart on your sleeve
Aching to be filled, colored
To tell its story, its love
Your most beautiful tattoo
Is the empty outline
Of where your love should be
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