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 Apr 2020 kate
Scott Jurewicz
What are fingers, anyway
What gentle touch is missed
On any given anguished day
When lips cannot be kissed

What are hands for, anyway
If not for us to lend
To hold each other everyday
For strangers we befriend

What's a dream for, anyway
What nightmares must we reap
Till comes the morning of the day
We rise from peaceful sleep
 Apr 2020 kate
Yenson
Because the darkness of your souls troubles you
and even your days are as dark as your nights
you look to those that shine and seek them to chew
but in Grace the Righteous remain in Spiritual might
as you sink in anguish and in the under-privileged queue
Haters come up with empty word trying to spread their miseries, inadequate trolls hide behind screen spewing and projecting their insecurities on others, thus eating the good yet the good are gifted that's why they attract resents from the less privileged...
 Apr 2020 kate
love
Wind
 Apr 2020 kate
love
The wind ruffles,
The city sleeps.
This judgement isn't yours,
But is made to keep.
What does one wish?
Upon the eternal moon.
To wash away its sorrows,
With the rain of monsoon.
 Apr 2020 kate
hecate
it's like feeling eyes on me at all times
like angels tracing my moves
four heads turning my way
i can't move
they'll catch on
i'm held beneath my own breath
not a sound
no release
i can't get up
just to pass on the baton
just to trace the angelic figure
but i don't move there
i can't move there
i can't be seen
heard
eyes all around
limbs straight
watching me lord
there is no lord
 Apr 2020 kate
Jeongbeen Lee
Dream
 Apr 2020 kate
Jeongbeen Lee
A dream is not a noun which stays in our mind.
It is a verb to think and move our hands.
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