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We haven’t met in a long time—
no words,
no footsteps shared,
no updates on life or days.
But somehow,
you still live in the quiet corners of me.
In thoughts that visit uninvited,
in songs that sound like your silence,
in smiles I wear
when no one’s watching.
I don’t need your presence
to feel something warm.
Just the memory of your voice,
the echo of your eyes,
is enough to soften my day.
You became a rhythm in my heart—
steady,
gentle,
familiar.
I don’t reach for you anymore.
I just carry you—
like a beautiful, unfinished song
that still hums beneath my skin.
You’re not here.
But your memory is.
And today,
that’s enough
to make me smile
like we never drifted.
autumn light
red-tailed deer
thus
joyful
courtship
yet
here
in
the
clearing
kevin 3d
She
She a broke
Cant borrow a wheel
Billions of humans
She needs the reels
You make a her the songs wild
She have a thump
You only get click
No talk outside your stalls
Americant

We, the world assembly have better subjects
You shop
I wish it had been my soul that
was stolen, not you—
That I had died before
you slipped away from me
What storm,
what havoc could ever
tear you from within me?
No trick of memory,
no phantom thief of mind
Dares to pry you loose,
though I bleed in the struggle—
Struggling so fierce
I nearly cradle
death’s cold embrace,
Walking barefoot
across a sea of my
own shattered soul,
Until I stand where
neither you nor I can reach—
Where tides of memory
drown and hope is lost—
I am ready to
surrender life itself,
If only to forget you
forevermore
The days of truth or dare
Sparked then faded
Into smoke

Daily
Turned to scarcely
And helplessly
I watched you flicker

Things were just getting better
You came back!
Then disappeared
All together

Now
I watch the suicide numbers
Rise
And fear that you’re one of them

I never wished you happy birthday
That Sunday
Like I promised I would
Did I?
Her gmail and patron page are both gone.
RobbieG 3d
Beauty may appear ugly,
if you don’t look closely.
Without willing admiration, Heaven could go unnoticed.
Are we guilty, of only seeing
what we predetermine?

Beauty may appear pretty,
if you look closely.
With willing admiration,
Heaven couldn’t go unnoticed.
Are we guilty, of only seeing
what we look for?

Ugly or pretty, with or without,
could or couldn’t, predetermined or sought after, none of this matters because…
Without any thoughts or willingness, she captured my hidden eyes,
with feelings found!
white
buffelo
clouds
tall
switchgrass
that
tickle
the
ocean blue
sky
but
underneath
the
other
domain
the
wild
prairie plains
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