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 Aug 2019
sassybutsweet
I'm so cold today
but this
can't be
it's
summertime

I touch my arms
they are
warm
I touch my legs
they are
warm
I touch my lips
they are
a little
cold

I don't feel right
my heart don't
feel right

I put my hand
over my
heart
It's still there
but it also
feels a little
cold

Maybe I'm just
getting
a
cold heart
finally
 Aug 2019
David J
I wonder to whom I journal
Because when I write
It is always a
conversation
Be thankful for your notebooks service!
 Aug 2019
Frank Russell
A form emerges from the darkness
Raising its head and opening eyes
To perceive the lighted world
In which it is a necessary manifestation.
The form desires expression
And so composes a few verses
Describing the lighted world  -
Before dissolving back into
The darkness.
Though while the form was
Briefly perceiving and composing
It referred to itself as
"Immortal Poet."





- fr
 Aug 2019
Aditya Roy
Heart and soul
Tin and man
Can and ham
 Aug 2019
South-by-Southwest
So lost in affection
Sharp knife of dedication
Piercing the eye
of the blind mirror

Same wild wet on page
Jackrabbits hiding hedge
So you know your name . . .
just have to scream . . .

. . . oh , well , so well

Shock by electric imitation
emotions in simulation
Stab it in the eye
the blind mirror . . .

   . . . sunrise , coming . . .
the dew is forming
the blind bleeding
. . . black mirror . . .

so well , so well

blind mirror . . .
blind mirror . . .
blind mirror on the wall
 Aug 2019
Frank Russell
My fascination
with a spider  -
old hag kills both







- fr
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