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 Dec 2020
ju
gloves-off, she
leans on her back foot
moves fast and hides tired eyes
behind a battle-blue arm  

from a punch-bloodied mouth
she spills and spits words out on canvas
makes way for cool air- tries to
pacify lungs before they explode, calm
a heart that longs to rebel

she needs to feel loved, but can
be understood only by tracing braille-like-trauma
on her Vaseline skin-
and if she’s not out for the count
she doesn't keep still
 Nov 2020
Mikey
Je t'adore.

Et je continuerai à t'aimer jusqu'à ce que la terre cesse de tourner et que les étoiles tombent de notre ciel
him.

I love you.

And I will continue to love you until the earth stops spinning and the stars fall from our sky
Crying will not help.
  It only nourishes the weeds
    That block the entrance to your goals.

Crying never helps.
  It only muddies up the path
    That takes you you to a better place.

Crying is a waste of time.
  It just delays the work it takes
    To get around the obstacles in life.
              ljm
More nit-picky health problems.  Never seem to end.
 Nov 2020
Edmund black
My heart doesn’t know you are gone
Because
It cries for you , still
It craves for you, still
My heart doesn’t know you are gone
Because
It fights for you , still
It’ bleeds poetry for you, still
My heart doesn’t know you are gone
Because
Day after day
It yearns for you , still
It searches for you, still
My heart doesn’t know you are gone
Because
It beats for you, still
It feels for you , still
My heart doesn’t know you are gone
Because
There will always be sunshine
When it thinks of you , still
Darling,
My heart doesn’t know you are gone
STILL
True Today


It’s very easy to shed relationships when you go through a difficult season. When you are not able to support or lend your energy to them, their projects and what serves them, they depart. Do not chase them.
 Nov 2020
Nightingale
You march unified by a cause
A moral high ground on life and death
You live preoccupied with trivialities
Unwavering, rigid, hooked
Instant gratification
Hashtags
Selfies
Likes

Drowning in avoidance of death
Under the umbrella of virtues
You march unified by delusion
A primal fear of dying
A self defense mechanism
Denial, projection, distraction
Consumerism
Objects
Money
Power

You, an army of the dead
 Nov 2020
Lyn-Purcell
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Been a while since I did a concrete poem.
The formatting should be fine on the computer and tablet, it may look a little weird on the phone. To be honest, I've been feeling more tired and lethargic than ever, but yet the fire burns hot when I think of writing...and how much of a blessing it is to me.
Many times where I feel I should stop, I always end up with a pen back in hand.
Though I feel as if I am not worthy of this gift due to my regrets and poor choices of the past, the voices of the stories still linger in me.
And I despite all my flaws and imperfections, I do wish to bring them to life, as they so rightfully deserve.

I'm still working on extending the Women of Myth list, so it'll be postponed for a little longer but I will be sure to let you all know when it's back. I just have a lot of reading to do, haha.
Be back soon.
Stay safe and well, everyone.
Much love and air hugs,
Lyn ***
 Oct 2020
Eloisa
Then she turned off the volume
of her world today.
Seeking her much needed silence in her heart.
She tried to live alone inside a special place
where grief and pain do not exist.
And in her silence and solitude,
she began to renew her springs
that have dried up.
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