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  1d Fayre
Eric W
The closest I ever feel
to anything
is to the words I write.
When I am a million leagues
into the depths,
and there is nothing,
nothing to do
but carve these letters
into the floor.
Nothing more.
Words ring hollow,
and melodies fall flat,
prayers (un)heard,
another test.
This too will pass,
but while it stays,
while it tarries,
black is bequeathed behind
my eyes
my mind is marred
in manic peril
and I carve these words
into the floor
one more time
one more time
once more.
  1d Fayre
Be the change you want to see
Try not to judge, let others be
The rain will stop, the storm shall pass
Pleasure is pleasing and love can last

Set up for sorrow, it's hard to see
Open your eyes, switch off your tv
Put down the remote and venture outside
Get out in to nature where healing resides

Turn off your phone, log off the net
You'll be surprised with the solace you get
Write a poem, cook a nice meal
Declare your love, see how it feels

Put away the plastic, stop doing your hair
Go back to basics, even though it's rare
Laugh at your troubles, hug it out
Why are you frowning, what's that all about
A sign of the times, the information age
Escape from the trap, break out of your cage

Tell me now, how do you feel
Please keep it up, do we have a deal
Memories last but gadgets do not
Live your life fully, run from the rot
  1d Fayre
My beautiful sunflower,
of warm, yellow joy -
infectious - as sunshine
beams across our faces.

An abundance of petals,
golden in the light.
Growing toward the sun,
striving for perfection.

Our beautiful sunflower,
nurtured and thriving,
growing through my heart, warm
with happiness and love.
happiness of being in love? feels gross to read it now haha
  1d Fayre
๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐
ย ย ย ย ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐๐ข๐ž๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ.
ย ย ย ย ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ค๐ž๐ž๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ž
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ.
ย ย  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐š๐ข๐ซ ๐ฏ๐ข๐›๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ
ย ย ย ย ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž โ€“
ย ย ย ย  ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐œ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ
๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ โ€“ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ข๐œ๐ข๐๐ž.
ย ย ๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ค๐ฒ
๐š๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐๐ž;
ย ย ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ง ๐š๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ 
๐š๐ง๐ ๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ž๐ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ.
๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐๐ข๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐œ๐ซ๐ฒ
ย ย  ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ž ๐ฆ๐š๐๐ž ๐ก๐ข๐ฆ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ
๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐‡๐ž ๐ก๐š๐๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž
ห™uสoษนษŸ ส‡snษพ สŽวษฅส‡ ส‡nq วldoวd ส‡ษ สžool I
'uสop วpแด‰sdn ฦƒuแด‰uษนnส‡ sแด‰ plษนoส สŽW
  5d Fayre
perhaps I talk too much to the moon
and donโ€™t listen enough to the universe

for I long for a love
too extraterrestrial
to ever find on this planet

perhaps a poetโ€™s true fate
lies in solitude

for we yearn for connection
too shakespearean
to ever survive this modern day
I turn 21 on Saturday but feel around 70 if iโ€™m honest.
Fayre Nov 22
I sipped my wine at the dinner table.

"Honey, please pass me the salt."
I looked up to see her staring back at me,
her eyes glistening in the candle light that burned ablaze.
The joy consuming the fire in her soul,
driving her with lustful intentions of passion and excitement.

I ate my meal at the dinner table,

"Honey, please pour me some wine."
I removed the cork with a 'pop' sound,
that echoed in the quiet room space.
Looking over at her now,
her voluptuousย ย lips chapped from dehydration.
I handed her a glass of wine and watched as she took a sip.
Her lips dampened now,
a burgundy color stained upon her lips;
I could almost taste her sweet kisses from hither
as she teased me with a smirk of pleasure.

I devoured my dessert at the dinner table.

"Honey, please bringย ย me some pudding."
I put down my spoon and reached for the bowl placed
in the center of the table that divided her and I.
I extended my hand to reach for the spoon,
but she stood up quite slowly and leisurely made her way round the dining room table;
her left hand index finger lightly caressing the table-top
as she walked around to meet me.

I found her to be standing right on-top of me.
My mind racing.
My heart palpitating.

She grabbed me by my inner thigh and massaged my neck
moving in closer her eyes centralized my lips,
her body prepelling its way towards my cornered space.

She bites her lip and thrusts inwards on me now,
Oh darling, whisper sweet things into my ear drums now.

"***.", She said, spoken so gently.

"Alright", I said.
but before I left,

I sipped my wine at the dinner table.
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