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 Feb 8
Anna Patricia
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There are pauses in between musical notes and stops between an artist's strokes and periods in between a writer's sentences. We have come to an end. We have come to a stop. But sometimes the only way to continue is to halt. The only way to begin is to end.

- apbq, pauses and stops
 May 2022
Emma P
Sun
When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Luminous,
Brilliant,
Gilded,
Beautiful,
Bold,
Warm,
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting
 Jan 2018
branded glaciers GE
moths glow
moths glow
was that
an
porch light fear
her hands were trembling
we felt her swelling
in
our
corner
her heart
bursts

moths glow
around her
dust

she is terrified
the
moths
glow

crawl to me child
naked from your bathroom floor
porcelain has an crush on you
it's rings remembering
your bowels
remember
your
fear
of
letting
moths glow
?













...
..
.
wrote after reading
bout
an
"crippling fear of moths"
 Jan 2018
Alexis
Can someone please just tell me how to be?
Can you explain the way I can be sought after but not obsessed over
How to love someone without clinging to them
How to feel without breaking something
How to move on without disassociating
Can someone please just tell me how to be?
So that I can stop being apologetically me
 Jan 2018
Lunar
i want to know
how to unknow you
Tonight: I wish all of this, and all of some people, never happened. I am tired just for tonight.

(j.m.)
 Jan 2018
Abi
The beauty of the world
Is upright and bold
It can not be told when to fold
But it's all in vanity
For those not caught in insanity
Be weary,be cautious
Don't be caught unconscious
Also don't be too suspicious
Of the beauty of the world.

The beauty of the world
If you could see it in the old
Was worth more than gold
Imagine the garden of Eden
Where no beauty is hidden
Plants and trees were blooming
No animal was gloomy
You don't need to be told
To imagine the beauty of the world

The beauty of the world
In this modern age
Looks like it's filled with rage
Of humanity's destruction of mother earth
She looks like she is struggling to breath
Waiting patiently to unleash her wrath
If only we'ld stop to think
What we've done in a blink
To the beauty of the world.
 Jan 2018
ryn
he speaks loud but in ink

he thinks quietly in riddles

he writes surely in metaphors

oh how he voices but achieve only babbles
 Dec 2017
Pagan Paul
.
Wine, enchilada and pickle sauce,
corks and safeties,
just like The Penguin In *******
in Ronnie and Kenny's shed.

The Idiot ******* Son
sits eating the deadly Yellow Snow,
whilst Joe hums Zombie Woof
at the Poodle in his Garage.

Dinah-Moe Humm finally gets off;
in the Dangerous Kitchen,
with the Muffin Man's ***** Love,
and the Illinois Enema Bandit.

The Fine Girl and the Latex Solar Beef
bathed in The Blue Light,
shout 'Pick Me, I'm Clean',
along Inca Roads, to Find Her Finer.

Cosmik Debris exclaims Zoot Allures!
From the fat, floating, maroonish Sofa
because the Bow Tie Daddy
sings Nasal Retentive Calliope Music.

Yo Mama! there's the Disco Boy
who gets in More Trouble Every Day,
so The Torture Never Stops,
with Damp Ankles, Peaches & Regalia.

Sam With The Showing Scalp Flat Top
dances with Camarillo Brillo upstairs,
catching Stink-Foot once again,
like In France from the Valley Girl.

And so the Watermelon In Easter Hay
rides off with the Duke Of Prunes
to the Carolina ******* Ecstasy,
visiting Billy The Mountain, and Montana.


© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)


Frank Zappa
(21st December 1940 - 4th December 1993).
Musician, Diplomat and Lyricist.
.
A tribute to a genius for the anniversary
of his death, and birthday (both in December).

There are a lot of Zappa song titles
and references in this write.
.
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