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 Jun 20 Kalliope
Solaces
Under the glow.
Into the subterranean.
Into the labyrinth of mushrooms.
Bioluminescent lights show me the way.  

Unable to see the sky.
I walk among the finger woods.
The lurking begins.
The watching of something in the grass beyond.

The lost ones found me.
They never went missing.
They have always been down here.
Where the world becomes bigger.

I decide to stay.
I become lost.
And found I belong.
Into the small songs below.
 Jun 20 Kalliope
Lance Remir
My greatest fear
Is forgetting how you smiled
The sound of your voice and laughter
Forgetting how you held me 
Forgetting the color of your eyes
My greatest fear
Is forgetting the traits you have
Forgetting our anniversary, our meals
What were your habits and moods
Forgetting everything we had together 
My greatest fear
Is forgetting everything about you
Only to be struck remembering 
How much this stranger
Meant to me
 Jun 20 Kalliope
Vaampyrae
and i try to convince myself
u're not my type
i'm just bored
i just like the attention
it's just ovulation
but when i look at ur photos closely
keep checking if u've seen my stories
think of the way u said u'd miss me
stop myself from chatting u too early
i wonder how long i can convince myself
that i don't more than just like u
well...i guess until i do
u'll just have to keep loving me, baby
sleepy poem
 Jun 20 Kalliope
Pri
The stars
 Jun 20 Kalliope
Pri
They burn
millions of miles away.
ancient fires
pinned to velvet black,
soft and distant
yet somehow
deeply ours.

We look up
as if they’re listening,
as if they know our names.
Maybe they do.
Maybe they don’t.
But something about their stillness
makes us speak anyway.

They were there
when we first whispered love,
when we cried into the night,
when we asked the sky
if we’d ever feel whole again.

And they blinked,
silent,
enduring,
not answering,
but not turning away either.

We make wishes
on collapsing light,
hoping the fall
means something.
Maybe it does.
Maybe it’s just our way
of believing
in something beautiful
despite the dark.

Because the stars,
they don’t fix us.
They remind us
we’re small
and that being small
doesn’t mean being unseen.
 Jun 20 Kalliope
Yonah Jeong
Rule the world,
play with the wildflowers,
get along with my neighbor George
and laugh with my coworker John
at the dangerous workplace

With you by my side, I know no misery

With your violet laughter
I swallow the bitterness of the world

I am not envious of kings
I am not ashamed of poor
You are by my side, Jeanie

Even without me, I rule myself.
Therapy never works
Freeversing is cathartic
And better than screaming into the abyss
If someone can relate and feel less alone to what I express/write
Then I too feel less alone
More understood
Instead of misunderstood
For a change
If that makes sense
A bit of pollen mars your eyebrow
I bite back a laugh at the cheesiness
My heart softens in wonder.  
You could destroy me.
This, a rarity.
A stolen seashell
From the treasury of chaos,
My solitude.

Fortune favors the bold.
I'll continue to hide
With my stolen treasure,
Until chaos comes to claim.
My small moment of peace and quiet, so rare it feels wrong.
Before there was EVERYTHING
–there was NOTHING

A quiet void of endless,
POTENTIAL


And in that nothing,
–there was CHAOS

If God isn't your EVERYTHING
–then you are left with NOTHING

And to exist in such a state,
is to dwell in CHAOS!
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