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 Jul 2023 Pyrrha
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I do this to myself
Accept fights I could never win

Search for ways to disprove
What I've sought all of my days

Hurl myself into the ring
A luchador with something to prove

The fight rages on
And I lose my will

In fear and self doubt
I sabotage my win

Allowing the opponent that is my mind
To deliver that last fateful blow
The History: I stayed up late and compared myself to everything you could want in a woman. I break my own heart over and over again until you grow tired and leave.
 Jul 2023 Pyrrha
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The tenderest of moments
The tentative kiss,
The touch of a memory
Reminds me of this.

Where silence surrounds
And love burrows deep;
In visions of beauty
These things I will keep.
 Jul 2023 Pyrrha
Sara Brummer
REMMBRANCE

There are shapes remebrance takes,
sometimes starlit sharpness, each spark
a scattered bit of self, sometimes the muddy
ground of grief.Remembrance, an imaginary book,
words of a separate world.

Often, there is travel through dark matter
to reach a breeze of willow leaves on water.
Perhaps a day with its own pastel shade
or a gentle night of ringing quietness,
a dove nested in the eaves of wind.

In dark and brightness, both anonymous,
nothing is sure but the narrow path
leading to a new now, guided by
the unseen force of soon.
 Jul 2023 Pyrrha
Ryan O'Leary
Jack Dawe converted on
his death bed, hoping for
a last minute redemption,
by becoming a Buddhist.

Waking up next day, he
felt sun rays on his face,
right in the middle of a
freshly ploughed field.

It was old McDonald’s farm,
they used a French Fries-Box
for his hat, then they stuffed
an old suit, with coke straws.

Drills were straight as far
as his eyes would permit. At
the end, a tree, early Spring,
he could see crows. Nesting.

Weeks passed, the hatchlings
left their high perches, totally
ignoring him, it was then he
noticed, on his shoulder, a chip.
 Jul 2023 Pyrrha
Ignatius Hosiana
I used the pain you gave me, built a trampoline,
Now I bounce back higher than before with each fall,
No longer confined to the depths of sorrow within
I found a propulsion, with every end now I begin.

Your hurt, once heavy, now launches me high,
I rise above the wounds, embracing the sky.
The trampoline of pain, a transformative art,
Turning anguish into a launching pad for my heart.

I've harnessed the power to rise and stay.
With each rebound, I gather strength to reclaim,
The light that was dimmed, now shines with a flame
The malady was a remedy or so I can say.

So, thank you for the pain, though it once brought me low,
I learnt the beauty of a fall is to rise, to flourish and to grow.
 Jul 2023 Pyrrha
Myrrdin
Together
 Jul 2023 Pyrrha
Myrrdin
The crow said to his lover
"Do not be afraid,
The farmer only has one stone"
Frustration of this
Frustration of that
Never enough here
Never enough there

Can this cycle
of pain and misery
just stop
or must it be my hand
to finally stop the clock?
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