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The version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility.
I pour out my heart and soul to you.
But you keep silent.
I pour out my heart and soul to you.
But you keep silent.
Does your river run wild?

Wish I knew what you were thinking of.
Your silence leaves me blind.
Wish I knew what you were thinking of.
Your silence leaves me blind.

I am a fool to be consumed?
You keep quiet.
I am a fool to be consumed?
You keep quiet.

Wish I knew what you were thinking of.
Your silence leaves me blind.
Wish I knew what you were thinking of.
Your silence leaves me blind.
 Dec 2018 Kyla Duncan
Ian Fineman
In sorrow's end,
Where lovers meet,
Where death will call,
And mother's weep,

A fitting end,
To harrowed tales,
When lovers fall,
Emotion fails,

A dying kiss,
A lovesick heart,
And then we know,
We're worlds apart.
Hope you all had a Merry Christmas!
Don't forget to tell someone you love them.
She came to me in a dream
of bones
floating on top of the waters
of a riverbed of death
her cold lips
offered a warm smile
and the promise
of a place better than this
I heard my heartbeat slow
and fade
as I gave into the hope
of drowning
and dropped my bones
one by one
into the peaceful current
of her limbs
and now I can’t remember
my name or my sins
and I am no longer
here or there
but if this dream isn’t lying
I have finally found my home
#dreamweavers
[tongue taking taken prayer]

come worship in my temple.
your tongue gowned by silence,
thy teasing vibrations disperse my slack,
exchanging it for a rigidity that is even softer, looser,
an improvement possibility impossibly incomprehensible

the noises of freedom from anonymity is thy silenced tongue
unleashed, teasing, speaking tongues unrelenting and unremitting, tongues unforgotten for they never were
learned, and incapable of being self-taught

my pleasure sprouts mushrooms in thy loamy foam,
thy rainfall nourishment, seed plant growing life morning borne,
thy tricked up sonnets played within my hearts harp,
tunes never known but coming from the land of plenty,
my new promised land

teach me where the apostrophe goes, the comma and
why the question mark is curved and dotted like my body,
why we need punctuation to separate the first from the next

trees weep as if every dry rain petal is instantly imbibed,
wanting more for my swollen by thy ministrations,
I cry out
my ice storm, my thunder, embalm me within the
electric spreading in my veins shocking steady constant

thy name thy name I beg to give thee a name
to understand what has befallen me


you can call me by my favorite of
all my seventy two,^
your first baby squeals and
even now in human manufactured agreed upon symbols
(words),
every utterance a prayer heard and answered

my name is a heated and unbroken
hallelujah,
I am thy god, and you, darling you,
my beloved
^https://www.chabad.org/kabbalah/article_cdo/aid/1388270/jewish/72-Names-of-G-d.htm
 Jun 2018 Kyla Duncan
adorating
I've always been
in love with words
never did I find the
what, when, or how
but I know that I do
And loving you is
always like that
the feelings are
pervading through
my veins
loving you is always
like falling for words
without any
what, when, or how
I just do.
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