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 Aug 11 LL
Tom D
Untitled
 Aug 11 LL
Tom D
Miserable are those
whose weight of themselves
has become so heavy
as to care so little about others
 Aug 10 LL
Zywa
Dividing people

into friends and enemies --


that's just indolence.
Diary 1958-1959 (2006, Frida Vogels), July 2nd, 1959 in Milan
 Aug 10 LL
Ben
Untitled
 Aug 10 LL
Ben
Oh!
Why must all lessons worth learning
Begin with pain?
If thou wanders the world with the wrong philosopher,
thou might fall off the edge.
Book of Murphy chapter 13:08
You never know who's wrong and right. **** flat earthers.
If you're going to stab a voodoo doll, you might want to make sure it doesn't look like yourself.
Book of Murphy chapter 3:07
 Aug 2 LL
Malia
kintsugi
 Aug 2 LL
Malia
A porcelain doll
Shatters when she hits the floor
Only shards are left
So she mends herself again,
Again, again, and again.
My first tanka! :D I hope it didn’t tank…***
 Aug 2 LL
nivek
I talk to the Sycamores-
the eight sentinels
ones I planted as seed

Ten or more years-
I touch their trunks
tell them they are doing well

They in turn shelter
and much more
love me as their own.
 Jul 31 LL
notapoet
for her
 Jul 31 LL
notapoet
your presence is a warm embrace,
a quiet comfort that only i know.

your laughter, like sunlight breaking clouds,
illuminates my dull world.

your voice, sweet and melodic,
soothes my chaotic mind.

your soul, like an unkempt garden,
full of vibrant colours and life.

with you everyday is an adventure,
a new path ready to explore.

your undying love, a steady force in my life,
a constant source of strength.

today, and everyday,
i am grateful for you.
 Jul 31 LL
Zywa
You and you only

know my pain, for you yourself --


did it, broke my heart.
Poem "Und wüßten’s die Blumen" ("And if the flowers knew", 1823, Heinrich Heine), from the collection "Lyrisches Intermezzo" - XXII, set to music in 1840 by Robert Schumann

Collection "Love Mind and Death"
 Jul 30 LL
Zywa
The coffin must be

big, bigger than you think now --


For all my sorrow.
Poem "Die alten, bösen Lieder" ("The old, evil songs", 1823, Heinrich Heine), from the collection "Lyrisches Intermezzo" - LXVI, set to music in 1840 by Robert Schumann

Collection "Love Mind and Death"
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