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 Apr 2017 bless
Miss Clofullia
My friends have all unfollowed me
on social media,
since I started following them on the streets,
on their way back from work,
when they're all alone,
unprotected from their deep sea thoughts.

They know that now I only dream their dreams
and live their lives,
like a professional xerox machine.

The world stopped walking and now it's planning its suicide,
hitting Capital points of its body,
every day.

We all have words but few own meaning,
we all wish for clean keyboards but
no one has something that isn't ***** to put out there.

We're part of a group of solitary mad people,
digital born followers,
with no one left to lead,
with no paths to choose from
and no clean clothes for the our own memorial.

the day we live in
is the day we fly.
 Apr 2017 bless
ottaross
On The Beat
 Apr 2017 bless
ottaross
April paints green
Across the grey and brown
Of winter trees.

As if from the dead
The swell
The tufts
The rhythm of life
A resonance subatomic
And gargantuan.

It's all about the timing
Like the sun versus the wind fable
Life's harmony
Awaits the gentle coaxing
For its big debut
And emerges
To move with the beat.
 Apr 2017 bless
Colm
Today I discovered
What I already knew
That our friendship will go
Only as far as our memories can carry it
Which is kind of sad really
Because I cannot
Will not
Should not
Anymore
Adjust even just an inch for you
Tis true.
 Apr 2017 bless
Et cetera
you spin with the rings of Saturn
and twirl around the stars when they combust
you catch wisps of their memories
as they die having witnessed centuries
and use them greedily as you
scribble your poems, unconscious of yourself.

-Moniba.
 Mar 2017 bless
Amethyst Fyre
I remember the noble days
When the poems I wrote were more
Than just half-disguised attempts to save myself
Too often now, I forget
To remind you that you're beautiful

You are beautiful
You are what makes life worth living

Too often now, I forget that words are meant to be
Out and spoken
And even though each stands alone in its meaning
Like the language that binds them all together,

Not one of us is alone.
Thanks for listening :)
 Mar 2017 bless
sunprincess
Enchanting sunrises and sunsets
capture my heart and soul

Is one more breathtaking than the other?
no, I don't think so


truly, I feel both are uniquely beautiful
and so breathtaking

Come let's see peeping above the horizon
a divine beauty to behold

A sunrise so glorious with heavenly sunrays
lighting, touching, and caressing the sky

Sunrays vanquishing the darkness
as only sunrays know how
xoxo
Once
there was a sea
And a sun set
But
we forgot to count
the waves.
Now,
The sea has grabbed
Everything away
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