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jan oskar hansen 4d

The Italian language

I would like to immigrate from Portugal to Italy
After ten o'clock at night, I switch on the TV
and watch an Italian soap opera
I don't understand a word of what the actors
say, but it is the way they say it, no hard
Consonant, no one is asked to stand to attention
For a comma, a full stop is a mere bagatelle
Not understanding what actors say is not
important, it is about ****** expression and screams
So many pleasant surprises, last night's program
about a man who looked scruffy, he looked like
an evil character, but as it turned out, he is a police
inspector and arrested the man who looked like
matinee idol for the ****** of the girl
All this happened in a modulated language where
crass consonants, dare not enter

Sorelle 4d

The Peach Pit Choir

The mushrooms in the forest
Know more about survival than me
They bloom in death
And wear it like velvet
I tried burying fear in the compost bin
It came back fragrant
Humming songs I hadn't written yet
There's glory in the stink of it
Mould carving frescoes in
Forgotten bread
Worms in the pit of the peach saying
"We were here first"
I think I love things more
Once they start falling apart
Makes them honest

Some things only tell the truth
Once they start to decay
-Sorelle

#mushrooms #forest #nature #raw #honest #songs #compost #survival

Heart hacker 4d

The Weight I Carry

There are stories in my chest
no one has read—
pages inked with tears,
and words pressed down so hard
the paper almost tore.
I’ve smiled in rooms
where my soul was breaking,
nodded to questions
while my heart screamed answers
no one would understand.
Yet here I am—
not because the road was kind,
but because I kept walking
even when my steps
felt heavier than the sky.

Some days,
my strength is just breathing.
Other days,
it’s daring to dream again.

And through it all,
my heart still beats—
a quiet rebellion
against everything
that tried to silence it. 🫀

Rubyredheart 4d

String

These strings of thought
are all knotted
I’m too hung up on you
the maze just dead-ends
nothing to lead back …
the more I try the more impossible
this mess
messy strings of thought
******* in seeking
hope?
I cannot sleep on this mess of knots
& cannots…
Would you? Could you untangle
these confused strings of thought?
They’re all the same color—
the color of you & me
in our memory

#missedlove

The Poetic Nicole 4d

Sacred Torment

You ruined me completely,
Yet I still dare not close my eyes—
Afraid to meet your gaze,
That lures me through
the chaos of my soul
I cannot reach you,
nor forget you,
Yet I wish to name
my garden after you,
With its spring flowers
that might infect you
With gentleness and
tenderness
Still, I dare not
fall asleep or dream,
For your presence
would trap me once again
And though
I’d never confess this to you—
I secretly cherish
this sacred torment, truly I do

I will always love you 💔💍

#life #love #eyes #thoughts #havoc

John Edward Smallshaw 4d

Places

Retracing steps
gets you back
to where you
once were
but
it's never the same
almost as if
they rebooted the game
using different rules.

I'm guessing that
it's life that schools you
and living it fools you
into thinking that you're
drinking from a full cup.

Jason 4d

To the children Fire

You burn the wick at both ends, some days.

A golden crown of flame rests upon your head.
Where you walk, the sun follows,
splitting the darkened vale with your presence.

Your laughter is thunder breaking the silence.
Like the dawn, you rise slowly,
but ever so steady.

Then — like wildfire — you are gone,
racing across the horizon,
Blazing a path only you can see,
lighting the way for the unsure.

You are restlessness in stillness,
dancing between creation and ruin —
not because you must,
but because royalty must lead.

Wear your crown with dignity.
For You are a.
Child of fire

#leo