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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
Splashes of Surreal
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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