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She is both the sun & the moon.

She watches over me.
She has seen things that no other living soul has seen.
She’s the keeper of the untold truth between my tongue and teeth.
She heard the agony in my screams, as tears poured down my face.
She’s the holder of everyone's tainted confessions, cloaked conversations, ethereal memories and souls basking in each other’s presence.

She is both the sun & the moon.
 Jun 27 Kalliope
RMatheson
Picked away, again it bleeds.

How much until you are satisfied?

Will I be left alive,  
afterwards?

Will I survive this
calling rope and loaded chamber?
Several years ago
Maybe twenty I don't know
Future was ******* in a bow.
But those plans fell through
The way they sometimes do
My path was overgrown with weeds
Couldn't follow all my leads
But that was then , this is now
I think I've found out how,
to get through another day
even when clouds get in the way.
It is friends that cleat my path
It's the truth I've done the math
Their kindness is all I need
To thrive with a newly planted seed.
 Jun 27 Kalliope
Doshi
You talked in poetry
And I leaned in closer with each line
Another day, another act of folly
Reset only with prose and sunrise
Have you ever seen a person drown?



You fight, muscles straining as you reach--flailing helplessly toward what you need most. You can't stand it anymore as your body screams for oxygen. You gasp-- hoping, praying this is a dream, but a searing burn rushes down your throat and through your lungs as water floods in. It shouldn't be there, you know it-- every cell screams but it's too late, the water is inside and keeps flooding in. You reach for the light one last time, it filtering and bending into bright rays around your fingers. Your vision grows dull, your muscles no longer respond to what your brain is telling them to do. The light growing dimmer and dimmer as the last bubbles float to the surface. One last ray of gold slips through your fingers... Then nothing...



It's to be expected for any animal to struggle as much as possible while drowning in the water. Some will put others of their kind underneath them, just for precious moments of rest and survival.
So what do you do when you find a person overboard, drowning in the sea of black?
Naturally, I throw the life preserver in hopes that they will grab onto it and I can save them.

Remember what I said when some creatures will force their own kin under in order to live?
Well, what do you do with a creature like that?
Eventually, it's you or them. At this point, it's natural to choose you!
A lil practice on narrative structure. Hope y'all like it
Online dating sites
Great for finding long term love
If not, sleep around
Courtesy I've found
Is more than please and thank you
It's about respect.
It's what I crave,
The thing I desire,
But I'm not that brave,
So I just admire,

Admire the one,
For whom I do live,
Without whom I'm none,
There's not much to give,

So what if I ain't,
That guy that she likes,
Should I just faint,
Or give it more tries?

Can't I be loved by any other,
Is that task just way too much,
I never wanted to be a bother,
But if I am but seen as such,

Should I give up after all,
Just be... me myself and I,
Won't I really make one fall,
For who I am.... Wait who am I?
 Jun 26 Kalliope
dude
clouds were blue and skies were white
we laughed and told stories all night
when the lion saw its prey
it stopped and thought twice

sweetly, you turn to me and say,
'from the moon or millions of miles away
I'd come to you, it would be the only way
to bring meaning to these days'

jumped 30 feet, unbound from the ground
you picked me up when I was down
when you opened up your heart
love was all I found

the amazon became devoid of rain
the musicians had never suffered any pain
the painter's shirt didn't have a single stain
the ocean silent, bereft of waves
an oldies jawn
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