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indoor plants lament
sunlight wishing them outdoors
basin water pools

-cec
 2h Emma
irinia
The temple bell stops -
but the sound keeps coming
out of the flowers.

Matsuo Basho
Her
And there's this girl
Bringing flowers, cards, delicacies
Which I only ever dreamt from a guy
She brings them to me

Makes me wonder about my priorities
Have I got them right
Or is it just another play of god
Receiving from the unexpected
Being loved at the lowest moments
Such a risky play, lord!

I don't have enough to give her i know
Not enough love, nor enough respect
As she deserves them in infinite amount
Makes me wonder
Whether I'm deserving even in the first place

Being such a flawed human
Anger issues, mood swings round the clock
Yet she's there with open arms
My confidante
We must have been sisters in some other life

We might have shared the same clothes, books, food
Living under the same roof
With the same parents
Playing together
Singing, dancing, braiding each other's hair
Bringing roses on our special days
Cheering us up at our lowest

Cooking each other our favourite food
Knitting together, listening to the same stories from our grandma

She has become someone in my life I did not expect to be
But made my life a whole lot better than it used to be

- adrunkensoul
 2h Emma
hsn
apolune
 2h Emma
hsn
ever-so distant, light chimes in the dark
   it whispers to me from all of this distance
      messages of a sadness evermore in null light;

there is no true spark in the darkness of night
 2h Emma
Zack
This cold winter dawn
A cat runs across the road —
The fox follows suit
I hope that cat is ok
 2h Emma
hsn
provoked
 2h Emma
hsn
seething rage through metal bars
teeth bared like razor sharp knifes
an inferno builds up inside me,
a heat red under my own skin -
as you still and watch
mouths open in folly;
a circus lion to an audience
smooth
as marble
strangely warm
are her
alabaster arms

benieth
long bangs
a curve of grace
is her
piquant little
face

a waif-like
gamen little thing
she is a fairie
with no wings

a smudge
of feathers round
her head
she lies on tile

almost
dead

the world saw
her wounds and scars
but we don't
care unless they're

OURS


now her
pain is
in the
past

now
she
has
her
wings
at
last




(c) SoulSurvivor Aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Homeless
enflamed  
in the alleyway
food
their main concern

Love
someone else’s
mystery
hunger’s infliction
— to burn

(Dreamsleep: February, 2025)
 2h Emma
LL
if you wish to know
me, start slow — I'm an image
still painting itself
01/31/2025
theres nothing like a dog such a loving soul
they give you there love. sincere and so whole
it never ever leaves and never goes astray
they will give there love till there dying day

always there for you when things in life go wrong
right there by your side with there love so strong
best friend in the world you will ever see
always there for you they will always be
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