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Easter Monday
he is not living, he's dead
other realities pending
Il Papa, Holy Father, the Pope
this was his home, his basilica
St Peter's, heart of a church
they'd known he was poorly
prayed for him even
and now he's died
a few flags flying at half mast
Carabinieri out on the streets
world's news teams gathering
stories to be told, vox pops recorded
'I was there when the news broke'
yet Rome goes on, normale
as usual tourists everywhere
pilgrims on Via della Conciliazione
school trips snake through crowds
cafes, restaurants ply their trade
buses and trains keep rolling
Roma to play Inter Milan

the Pope is dead
a conclave will gather
black smoke, then the white
and a new one will be elected
for now more important questions
dust off the plans, make new ones
prepare for the influx, the bookings
ready the beds, plan for extra supplies
what's it going to do to the traffic
how will it affect my commute
been here before, will again
life goes on, it has to
long live Il Papa


22nd April 2025
Stephen Cooper
Rome
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Lostling
It's not that I want you gone
I appreciate you
I really do
But it's hard to believe you're sincere
When you're also scrolling through shorts at the same time
Got yelled at by seniors awhile ago. I couldn't keep myself together and ended up breaking down (again)
A friend comforted me, hugged me, told me it wasnt my fault. But she was on her phone the whole time.
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Jay
The distance doomed us from the beginning. Not just the miles, but the silence stretched between us, cold and unrelenting, like winter air between hands that once held warmth. You were a lighthouse, and I was a ship adrift, you showed me the way, but I was never meant to reach you. Every call felt like a prayer cast into a void, your voice flickering like candlelight, first dim, then gone. Your texts sit saved like sacred love letters, scriptures I read in the dark, pretending that longing alone could be the foundation for a life. But space grew teeth. It started small, gnawing at the little things: your laugh echoing in the still of night, your touch when words failed, your breath against my skin as you slept beside me. Then you began to fade, like a photograph left too long in the sun, still beautiful, still bright, but every glance brought more blur, especially in the places I needed you most. I keep reaching, but my hands close around air. You can’t kiss a memory, can’t build a future on a signal that always drops. So here I lie, not with anger, not with closure, just the quiet understanding that distance was always the silent killer.
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Ayesha
Maroon
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Ayesha
"Let everything happen to you
Beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final."
- Rainer Maria Rilke

Quiet fingertips press
I make no disturbance
As I move from foot to foot
Gentle. As if not to startle myself.
Dull-eyed
Drape. Rhythm leaves me.
All pattern, pose, skill.
I have lived - a day -
A night - perhaps.
22.04.2025
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51m4
I seek a love, calm and kind,
A soul that mirrors heart and mind.
Not ruled by pride or fleeting chase,
But rooted deep in steady grace.

Someone to stand through storm and sun,
To heal, to laugh, to be as one.
Until they’re near, I’ll trust, I’ll wait,
For love will come—it’s written fate.
God hears your prayers.
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Raven
Have you ever wondered
If your existence was simply
A universal mistake?
That when your mom talks about
Almost making sure
That you weren't born
That something got in the way
That shouldn't have?

I lay here in agony
Believing this
Believing in my supposed
Unexistance

When she talks about forgetting
That you even exist
Other than when she randomly gets
A little reminder
I sit and I wonder
If that's maybe just the universe glitching
Because somewhere in some time
I wasn't meant to be

I sit and I wonder
If my supposed unexistance
Can explain everything away
Because maybe its the universes way
Of trying to correct its mistake

I'm not a mistake here
Not there
Or anywhere on a level of your attention
I'm a mistake on the level
Of universal inattentiveness

My existence has been pure hell
Full of near death experiences
Via my own hands and others
But I am a quantum mistake
That isn't easily erased
Even tho I long to be

I sit and I wonder
If my supposed unexistance
Can explain everything away
Because maybe its the universes way
Of trying to correct its mistake

Are all the failed relationships
Simply because the universal pairs
Made between one person and another
Had never included me in the equation?

Is my upbringing full of abuse
And horrors beyond comprehension
Simply because you can't love
Something that wasn't meant to be
In existence?

Does my body fail me
Fall apart
And crumble more and more
Throughout every year that passes
Simply because I wasn't meant to be?

Is the reason that no supports
Can be accessed by me
And I can't get any help for me
Or my disabilities
Simply because the world wasn't built to house me?

Is my existence a universal
Quintessential
Quantum mistake?

One that will only be corrected
By my
Unexistance?

I believe the answer is yes
Because I am floating
Unbound
Through pain
And through hell
With no universal help
April/22/2025
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irene ci
i probably think about him more
than he thinks in general.
i have an obsession with you
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irene ci
monday, 21st april,
not a day to stay chill,
the pope is not alive.
what a time to be alive,
not good vibes,
just sadness in our eyes.
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