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 Sep 2024
Caden
Sell me a dream
close your eyes babe
what do you see?
a starry night or a porcelain sky?
is it the shade of navy you love?
i closed my eyes and i saw the world grabbing me gently, pulling me tight and close,
while it whispers sweet nothing in my ear
i envision a love that is endless,
a heart so large that it overflows,
and a passion that even fruits envy.
so tell me darling,
have you a dream to sell me?
#lust #love #longing
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 Jan 2024
The Sick Red Carnation
" π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ 𝐡𝑖𝑔 π‘Šπ‘œπ‘œπ‘‘π‘¦ π‘ƒπ‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ "
𝐼 π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘ π‘’
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘šπ‘’π‘™π‘™ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘‘β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘ ,
πΆπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘π‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘šπ‘œπ‘œπ‘› π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘β„Žπ‘’π‘ ;
πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ'𝑠 π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘¦ 𝑣𝑒𝑖𝑙,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘šπ‘Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’ π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘š 𝑖𝑠 π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘...
𝑂𝑓 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘™π‘’π‘ β„Ž π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘ ,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘šπ‘Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’ π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘š 𝑖𝑠 π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘...
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’
π‘Šβ„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’ π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘ 
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘€π‘œ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘’ π‘π‘™π‘œπ‘ π‘ π‘œπ‘šπ‘ 
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑖𝑠 π‘Ž
π½π‘Žπ‘ π‘šπ‘–π‘›π‘’ π‘ β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘Ž π‘™π‘’π‘šπ‘œπ‘› π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘–π‘‘π‘‘π‘™π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€β„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘’ π‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘Ÿπ‘‘
π΄π‘šπ‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘šπ‘¦ π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘¦π‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘™ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘–π‘Ÿ π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘
πΊπ‘œπ‘™π‘‘π‘’π‘› π‘’π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”π‘ ...
πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘›π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘ ;
π‘π‘œπ‘‘ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘”π‘–π‘ π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ 𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’
π΅π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘‘β„Ž π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘“π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’;
𝐴𝑛𝑑 π‘Žπ‘π‘ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘‘π‘–π‘œπ‘› π‘šπ‘’π‘Žπ‘›π‘  π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘œπ‘›πŸŽˆ
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘π‘π‘¦ 𝐿𝑖𝑙𝑦 π‘“π‘™π‘œπ‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ ...
𝑀𝑦 π‘œπ‘£π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘¦ β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘ 
π‘†π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘› π‘“π‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘–π‘Ž
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ 𝑓𝑒𝑑𝑒𝑠 π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ 𝑖𝑠 π‘π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘›
πΉπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘š π‘šπ‘¦ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘¦π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘€π‘œπ‘šπ‘
𝑀𝑦 π‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘‘π‘  π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘’π‘‘ π‘šπ‘œπ‘‘β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘™π‘¦
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘œπ‘’π‘β„Ž π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘€π‘ ...
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑑 π‘“π‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘›π‘”
π‘€π‘œπ‘£π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘Žπ‘–π‘› π‘œπ‘“
π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘ 
π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘π‘  π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’ π‘Žπ‘™π‘–π‘£π‘’
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘€π‘Žπ‘£π‘’ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘“
π‘Žπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘’...
𝐼𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ β„Žπ‘œπ‘’π‘ π‘’,
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘π‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘ π‘’π‘›π‘™π‘–π‘”β„Žπ‘‘
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ 𝑖𝑠 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘’π‘›π‘‘ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ
𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠 π‘π‘™π‘Žπ‘¦π‘–π‘›π‘”...
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› π‘ β„Žπ‘–π‘šπ‘šπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑛,
π‘†β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘œπ‘› π‘‘β„Žπ‘’
π‘¦π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’...
𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑒𝑑 π‘π‘œπ‘™π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘“π‘’π‘™ π‘π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘¦π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘  π‘‘π‘œ
π‘Šπ‘’π‘’π‘π‘–π‘›π‘” π‘€π‘–π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘“π‘œπ‘Ÿ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’'𝑣𝑒 π‘‘β„Žπ‘Ÿπ‘œπ‘€π‘› π‘Ž 𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑐𝑒 π‘œπ‘“ 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒 π‘ π‘˜π‘¦
π΅π‘’β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘‘ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› π‘Žπ‘›π‘‘ π‘¦π‘’π‘™π‘™π‘œπ‘€ π‘™π‘’π‘Žπ‘£π‘’π‘  π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’...
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘™π‘’π‘ β„Ž,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘ 
π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘‘π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’ π‘œπ‘“ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ π‘“π‘™π‘’π‘ β„Ž,
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘ 
π‘Œπ‘œπ‘’ π‘™π‘Žπ‘’π‘”β„Žπ‘–π‘›π‘”
𝑖𝑛 π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘‘ π‘π‘œπ‘šπ‘’π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’ 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠...
𝐼 π‘˜π‘–π‘ π‘  π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘”π‘Ÿπ‘’π‘’π‘› π‘π‘œπ‘›π‘‘ π‘“π‘–π‘ β„Ž
π‘œπ‘› π‘¦π‘œπ‘’π‘Ÿ 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠...
𝑀𝑦 π‘ π‘œπ‘›...!
𝑀𝑦 π‘šπ‘œπ‘œπ‘›...!
π‘‚β„Ž, π‘šπ‘¦ π‘ π‘œπ‘› π‘œπ‘“ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘šπ‘œπ‘œπ‘›!
𝐼 π‘‘π‘œ π‘›π‘œπ‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ π‘‘β„Žπ‘’ π‘ π‘œπ‘π‘–π‘’π‘‘π‘¦...
𝐼 π‘π‘’π‘™π‘œπ‘›π‘” π‘‘π‘œ π‘¦π‘œπ‘’ π‘œπ‘›π‘™π‘¦....
حَیؒة🌱
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 Dec 2023
Edmund black
Don’t Wake Me Up
I dreamt of you
Every time
I closed my eyes
Every time
The sun smiled
Every time
A flower bloomed
You were such
A beautiful dream
But sadly I’ve learnt  that
A  dream too often
Is most beautiful
When it remains a dream
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 Dec 2023
C Conner
Sleep Poem 1
I dreamt about a poem
Covered in cotton sheets,
Hanging from a clothes line.
And the air stirs,
The clouds pass by
Whispering somber utterances -
Words not meant for man.

And I walked out in frustration
From my bedroom morning light
Down the backyard porch steps
Into the wind
And said nothing.
I said nothing to the shadows.
Spoke not a word to the clouds.

Alone and forgotten
Waiting for the words to dry.
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 Jul 2023
Carlo C Gomez
She Was in the Field Counting Stars
~
In the mist of late night solitude,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  from a mislaid plateau,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Β Β with a suitcase full of sparks

She observes constellations
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β reflected as little needy eyes,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β peering down at her

They could be midnight directives,
Β Β Β Β Β Β  postcards from distant nebula
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β suspended in gaffa

Β Β Β Β Β Β  "Ne t'enfuis pas..." She exhales

Still she wonders:

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β will her children grow to love
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β their perfect machines more
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β than they love
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β their imperfect mother?
~
"Ne t'enfuis pas" is a French phrase which means "don't run away"
#motherhood #family #doubt #loyalty #responsibility #children #love
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 Aug 2022
Rob Rutledge
Slumber
A world slowly woke from slumber
Stumbled through a sense of Deja Vu.
Free from sheets of sleep and dreams,
Borrowed stitches pay the seams
Of patchwork quilted promises,
Forgotten threads of make believe.
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 Feb 2022
Keith W Fletcher
keeps slipping in
like a broken record
that just keeps going round
with that clicking sound
to keep me awake
even when I am asleep
And I keep slamming shut
windows and doors
in vain attempt to keep out
all the what ifs and why fors
yet even with my eyes shut
they still seem to slip in
like the wind
as it whistles through cracks
in the walls
of my broken realities
my regrets become the casualties
of a war torn mind
and its shattered landscape
of bombed out dreams
surrounding me like a flooded field
of all the lost causes
I let slip away
replaced by the empty promises
that I allowed to stay
easier to pretend
than to defend
that it was not me
that was there
while anyone could see the truth
that has burnt itself
across the vast emptiness
of my hollowed eyes
to be seen
even when my eyes are closed
and like a broken record
that just keeps going round
making that clicking sound
keeping me awake
even when I am asleep
surrounding me
like a flooded field
of all the lost causes
i let slip away
to be replaced by empty promises
That allow me to stay.
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 Sep 2021
Caroline Shank
The Dream
That was a different dream, not the one last night where you couldn't
get the door unlocked.  The other
dream was when we walked east
on Capitol Dr. toward the water.

We explored the caves,
the hidden grottos of Lake
Michigan.  We walked so far with
torn experience and
unforgiven memories.  The sky
dimmed in the late afternoon.
We tried to reach each other
in the fading red moments before
awakening.

Last night you couldn't get to me.
The locks were made up of the
Crucifixion and a nun kneeled
before me.  You were frocked
out in gray and threw kisses.

We woke in the same bed where
you vanished quietly to your
whispers of regret.
I remain unseen and unloved.
A torrent of feeling sprang from my
soft and sorry, lonely gray bed.

Caroline Shank
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