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 Jul 2019 K G
Mark
As I have aged, her grave appears as new
Instilled in time, with time that stole her youth
Belaying 'neath the cruelest mire, death knew
To stain the satin dress that dawned love's truth.
When winds do swift away my oldest breaths
And I rejoin my love in lasting sleep
Will I by spirit - in it's soulful depths
Recast hereby my angel of the deep?
If not, let worms leave that of love and mine,
By her my love did know and there shall dust
And let the ashes draw her name to line
The nothing that awaits my ardent rust.

To when the grey becomes my coldest stone
Beside or with, her love's my ever known.
I was passing through my childhood
on a bike
to the delight of flying with the balloons

من از کودکی هایم می گذشتم
بر چرخی که می راندم
...تا شوق به پرواز درآمدن با بادبادک ها
 Jul 2019 K G
Rahama
You...
 Jul 2019 K G
Rahama
You held me
And all my fears
Disappeared.
I'm safe.
 Jul 2019 K G
anthony Brady
On frozen heights
I had searched
anew for you
close to sunlit
clouds, the stars..

…between dreams,
romantic fantasies,
on paths of verse
laid down for me
landmarks set out
as passion’s trails.

Just out of reach
but always there,
to find at last
you in solitude.

Alone, I traced your
steps, followed all
imprinted on pristine
snows of memory.

tobias
 Jul 2019 K G
Elizabeth Squires
dawn's radiant light
fell upon the wooded glade
on realizing its call
to rise
a chorus of robins
began their singing
for the day
the tuneful sounds
bought such joy
to the ear
wandering beneath
the overhanging boughs
was a lumbering hedgehog
he ceased his travels
to take a closer listen
on hearing the birds
bright twittering
it gladdened
him so
 Jul 2019 K G
Thebeau
It's Nothing
 Jul 2019 K G
Thebeau
What's wrong?
Oh nothing. It's nothing. Just ignore it.

What's wrong?
Well, I'm convinced my father just killed himself and my last words to him were that I hate him. But... It's nothing. Just ignore it.

What's wrong?
I think I'm being cheated on? This is middle school. Who would do that in middle school? It's nothing. Just ignore it.

What's wrong?
Well, I'm still getting picked on. The kids here are really... REALLY mean sometimes. They like to hate on me for being smart. It's nothing. Just ignore it.

What's wrong?
Am I too scared to swallow all of these pills? Probably? Am I gonna do it anyways? Well... What other choice do I have? It's nothing. Just ignore it.

What's wrong?
My mom stands over my gravesite. Crying.

She didn't know that anything was wrong to begin with.

It's nothing. Just ignore it.
 Jun 2019 K G
beth fwoah dream
it was near the cricket field,
stitched into the ground -

amid clover and tufts of grass -
a little ring of white mushroom,

longing for the night sky,
for the journeying cloud,

sweetened by flower and dust,
where the little fairies danced,

balancing on the air -
weaving the moonlight like cloth -

with their drowsy feet
and wings of blue stalk.
 Jun 2019 K G
beth fwoah dream
boy of dream,
the colours melt,

your lips finding mine,

beneath an ashy sky,
where the shadows lean,

your fire finds mine,
your kiss as beautiful
as a summer rose.
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