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Aug 2022 laura

Chandy

Moral high grounds
Crumble to dust
When pressed through reality
For no man, not one
Will ever be good
Evil wears no hood
Because these labels, which we swear by
Large in size, fit for a demise
Madness is prescribed
We all step on heads to get by
No one is a hero, just people
Trying to be alive

Aug 2022 laura

Untitled

Aug 2022 laura

Jack Jenkins

Untitled

there's a chill
in the air
its cold
mid july
except inside
where heaters glow
by those who fear
frost's bite
gather round
this quiet town
humble
but cold
your hands will reach
but not quite reach
the edge on which
we all fall down

Aug 2022 laura

Pelosi

Aug 2022 laura

Ryan O'Leary

Pelosi

Perhaps she thought t’was pelagic

the straits of Taiwan would be magic

she could go on a cruise

the Chinese to abuse

but now what she’s done appears tragic

Aug 2022 laura

HAIQU

Aug 2022 laura

Ryan O'Leary

HAIQU

Does the metaphor,

Cogito, Ergo, Sum up,

Rodin’s " Le Penseur “ ?

Aug 2022 laura

Hammered

Aug 2022 laura

Johnnyqu33r

Hammered

How deep now has the venom gone
Who's veins have become blue black
Whispering lips and hollow fangs
Will anyone notice when they're bitten
I remember when I myself was venomous
Sure the potential still sits dormant
Watching the sunsets pass in grayscale
I'm sure you'll always be a victim
Damsel causing their own distress
Concealing where the medicine goes
Stammering as the lights flicker
Entomb yourself in crystal elixirs
Like a ship built inside of a bottle
How deep now has the venom gone
Who will be the one to save you
From the waters you drown yourself in

Aug 2022 laura

[ I exist, I do ]

Aug 2022 laura

Zywa

[ I exist, I do ]

I exist, I do

want to be noticed by friends --

truly, as I am.

"De porseleinkast - Faxen aan Ger #2" ("The china shop - Faxing to Ger #2", Dec. 12th, 1997, published 2018, Nicolien Mizee)

Collection "Out of place"

#identity #mirror #friendship #friends

Aug 2022 laura

Wasted

Aug 2022 laura

avenjoe

Wasted

In a one cold night
my breath was held
got me left with nothin
but questions lingering around my mind

far away have my steps been
looking for you, smiles
or probably you were just a shadow of a conscience of a wasted person
tied lips speak souls language

sing, night birds
blow, night wind
keep singing, night birds
until, the wind blows and conveys my greetings

#romance #illusion

Aug 2022 laura

The Golden Statesman

Aug 2022 laura

Michael Marchese

The Golden Statesman

This is my home now
You taught me to seek it
To keep it
To teach it
And need be
To reap it
Of every last drop
Of its lessons refined
And its ocean’s
Emotions’
Unstable
Reminds
This is not paradise
40 million confined
This is not a utopian
Grandeur’s design
This is not an oasis
Of free-flowing rhyme
This is Wild West crime
Within Rome in decline
This is prices will rise
In the flames of the tides
And from not but a gleam
In the stream
Came the dream
And conceived
In its nightmarish traffic
I scheme