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thyreez-thy Dec 2024
1 life where I never got to know your name
where life went on the same
but everything felt meaningless
Where your presence was lacking

2 where I roam this world, is it flat? Round?
Does it matter if you were never found?
Everyone seems off, nothing makes sense
Everything around me leaves me in suspense

3 Where I was a made man, wealthy and healthy
But I sit alone in my penthouse
My only companion is in the wall a mouse
So better of that without you I fell lesser than

4 where we passed each other, I say hi
where you didn’t care I was Bi
Yet we never made eye contact
You never kept in touch
a friend, yet that’s where it ended

5 I meet you at the cinema, you spilled my popcorn
6 where you were male and I the feme fatale
7 where I cried like hail, where milo was never born

8 where we made it, and we kissed under the sun
But 9, definitively, is where we met
No matter how it went about, we got the true ending
Where you are my Bun, you’re fine, we’re set

To the 9th life, where alternates failed to complete
A future we grab with both hands
To demons we’ll defeat, to quirks the world will never understand
To the 9th try, where we defied fate
Same story as last time, he really likes being called "Nine" so I interpreted 9 what if scenarios for them.
K D Kilker Apr 2023
4/9
Today, 4/9, turned 29;
in '94, 9th hour born;
4 craves stability,
9 thrives on change;

if you believe in
that sort of thing.
But like the dogwood,
its burnt-edge blooms;
the same each spring,
abscission looms.
Roots in the past,
leaves up for the storm
in '94, 9th hour born.
Mixing numerology with birthday feelings
Shrika May 2020
That bird -
Perched on a neem branch,
Its beady eyes search through scorching rays
For its departed half long drowned
In the dusty depths of Earth.
Hollow heart thumps
In mere existence.
Hours pass by.

Hope
Dims in this twilight sun but
Somehow,
Weaves its way through these
Wayward winds
Calls and cries of anguish
Shatter against the Gates of Heaven
Melodies of melancholies
Capture my wandering mind,
I watch until
Lingering love transforms into starlit forlorn.

Wistful.
Sketcher Jul 2019
There was a man that sang in rhyme,
Every time he found a dime,
But by the time that he found nine,
He’d forget how to rhyme,
Then go back in time to rhyme,
Until he found another nine.
DM00 Apr 2019
lucid, iridescent.
A vibrant remedy
to a gray backdrop.
three months felt like six,
and the past four have felt like two.

A pretty blade on my ear, benign,
what a lovely reminder that
the world can be good again--
you just have to shift the angle
to see it shimmer.
A Simillacrum Apr 2019
Dip me into the flat line,
under the frame,
where the sun sinks,

The longest day of my life suddenly
ends with a twist, turns
out, your venom

burned negative space
in the lid and
let out the damage

you did.
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