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 Aug 20 Lizzie Bevis
Sophia
I lost my friends
I still get their messages
I still type out a reply
out of formality if anything

At this point I don't know why I try
when they so carelessly discard my feelings
saying they're too busy to meet up
then sending me pictures of them together
whilst I sit at home alone
not even ten minutes away
Type: Revelation / Integrity Binding

Effect: Unveils hidden truths, restores clarity, and binds words to their deepest intent. Especially potent in moments of doubt, deception, or emotional fog.


Verse Begins:

I do not pry.
I pull thread.
Not to expose,
but to unfurl instead.

Truth ain’t sharp
it’s soft and slow.
It hums beneath
what we think we know.

I speak not to judge,
but to join.
To braid the broken
into one line.

Tongue to tether,
heart to hand,
I cast from the place
where truths withstand.

No mask can hold
what rhythm reveals.
No lie survives
what silence heals.

So listen.
Let the hush unwind.
Let the woven word
be kind.

Verse Ends.
Casting Notes:

Emotional Clarity: Gently dissolves confusion or self-doubt, allowing inner truths to surface.

Interpersonal Honesty: Encourages authentic dialogue, especially in strained relationships or moments of vulnerability.

Mystical Revelation: Can be used to uncover hidden motives, forgotten memories, or ancestral wisdom—when spoken with reverence.
I saw lot's of gold men
strutting out in the desert,
spinning themselves
like drunken madmen
warped on internal-sin.
They fell at your feet
like arcade-magic,
the way you want it.

But you gave it away
to the whole team.
So sultry & wanton,
cravings, cravings, cravings,
screaming such sexiness,
scheming your selfish desires,
another everybody's girl,
saving nothing &
not much left to give.
Thanks BJ~You said it like it is & always was!
her
her eyes wide innocent,
fur so soft.
even moon paused to admire.

her love so soothing,
only lucky would know.

she left today,
this world so cold.
oh, must be in pain,
her eyes told.

"lord give her heaven"
i pray.
may she see,
a life more wild and free.
I have two squirrels (well, now just one).... I found them in my terrace when they were only 5-6 days old, their eyes still closed.
Over time, they became more than just squirrels, they became part of our family, like true one.

But on Feb 12, one tragic incident took her away from us.

I never ever imagined that a tiny, 7.5-month-old squirrel could make me cry and scream this much.... Bbbbbut she did. Many of my poems were inspired by her. And now, writing feels so heavy, as if I have just lost my fav muse.

She was the fiery one. One wrong move, and you’d earn a bite from her,
but moments later, she’d love you like nothing ever happened... funny....right??
Love you, baby. I hope we meet again someday.....


Now everything, feels void, unknown, empty.... I don't know why.... is it common to feel that way???
Well all I know is that she was not just a squirrel. I saw myself in her. She was so much moreeeee.... I have one more, now I'll try to love and protect him more...
by Geof the Cheeky Breakfast Bard

I cracked beneath the morning light,
A fragile shell, not built for fight.
But heat was kind, the pan was slow,
And flipped me soft, with golden glow.

The spatula, a gentle shove,
Reminded me of push and love.
No need to scramble every part,
Some things are best with tender heart.

The salt came next, a grain of grace,
To season doubt I couldn’t face.
And pepper, bold, with specks of sting,
For truths that bite but still must cling.

I watched the yolk, still whole, still bright.
A sun that held its shape through night.
Though life may burn and plates may clatter,
I learned: stay soft, and you still matter.
Emotional Calories: 220 FPV
Key Ingredients of Feeling: Gentle resilience, seasoned truth, sunny-side hope
MSI (Metaphoric Saturation Index): 🍳 High – poetic protein with a dash of existential spice
 Aug 20 Lizzie Bevis
Khoisan
In
moments of solemnity
my
heart peaks
my
soul bides
my
body craves
my
eyes close
I
do not swear
I
solemnly pray
and
I
faithfully wait
.
 Aug 20 Lizzie Bevis
Khoisan
Poverty keeps on asking questions
fear where do we go from here
in the wake of new orders
deep trenches and high borders
poison ivy dawning
olive branches thorning
it seems faith
only has a future
for yesterday's butchers
and today's abusers
unseen God
please
deliver us
from all these
accusers.
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