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 Nov 2020 annh
nish
this year
 Nov 2020 annh
nish
this year i have known loss
like an unpredicted storm.
i lost my mind,
long before i ever admitted i did,
to the tempest raging inside,
kicking up everything in her path.
i tried to stay where the sun is
but I've been sobbing for a wink of sleep
at 3am.
i fill the restlessness
with twisted allegories about a future
in which my mind isn't in smithereens.
i line my eyes brightly to distract you
from the madness and sadness
wildly coursing behind them.
and you believed me when i told you i was okay.
 Nov 2020 annh
Zywa
From paper, we fold

roses: it is a party –


before the party.
Adaptation of a 1994 haiku by Inge Lievaart

Collection "Mosaic virus"
 Nov 2020 annh
Lev Rosario
In the new city
I live with wild longing for
A lover to come.
I yearn for the energy
The lights cannot show
Which pushes me off a bridge.
I am no dreamer
Just nostalgic for the time
When cicadas filled my night
Arrival at the train
A passage to the afterlife
Travelling to the unknown
Calling to a bright light

Last breathe
Breathing to stay no more
The final goodbye
One last Halo mother nature

Hitching a ride with the spirits
Calmness awaits my soul
Angels so pure
A welcoming to the heavenly

I hear their tears
No goodbyes to last memories
Sounds calling a comeback
Wake up, wake up, I hear them calling

Beautiful bright light
A tarry to peace
Journey, I waited for thou
A calm I accept

Written by Tosan Oluwakemi Thompson
This poem talks about the last hour of a person who's about to die.
 Nov 2020 annh
Oliver H
The Nereid
 Nov 2020 annh
Oliver H
The nereid gazes at the deep expanse
The sea stares back, bowing down to her
Nations rise and fall but still she stares, a timeless observation
Down into the depths of her realm below
 Nov 2020 annh
Seranaea Jones
mirror
 Nov 2020 annh
Seranaea Jones
-

she stands there with
equal curiosity and
reaches as i do
towards the
surface

thinking
how we both
could dismiss the
truth of the glass—

knowing
we each think
alike and are of
the same mind

believing
in each other's
convictions of
being

accepting
the warmth
of our fingertips

to prove we each
exist on opposite
sides

wishing to join
one another

looking deep into
focused eyes

whispering
permission

to allow the
other's hand
to slip aside

and
pass              
through...



s jones
2020



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