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Maria 3d
That's me what I'm now, my life is certain.
You'll call me, and I'll say: 'Hello, I'll call later.’
You'll answer: 'OK. I got it. No problem.'
And I'll left with a guilt that you're a waiter.

The time will trip forth, to feelings athwart.
And you'll await for my call all the same.
My answer to you is my heavy load now,
My refusal words and short tones after them...

And you'll await for my call until last,
Until your last profound sigh.
If I could turn all things around,
I'll call you back after a while...
Forgive me...
This poem is written in memory of my close friend. I'll never be able to say 'Hello' to him again... 😢
Ylzm Jul 18
Into deeper darker depths I'm drawn
Inch-filled every way in wondrous sight
Of life, unseen, unknown, mysterious
Yet a familiar revelatory strangeness
The prompt blindly followed proved true
Echoed in surprising whispery sighs
As speech goes forth before hearing
So too the way walked then revealed
In mutual affirmation I'm given speech
In human tongues to craft the ineffable
That We hear, know, and acknowledge
Thus not hallucinations of wickedness
In ecstatic drunkenness I will sleep
For tomorrow to greater depths I go
There was a voice that called deeply in the night.
There was a thickening of life,
that slowed one's inner thoughts.
There was a suspended pendulum,
that ceased its free swing,
and all at once, it seemed,
there was motion in grief.
There was a single drop of rain, that caught the passing days.
There was a forward movement,
and inside the fray of life,
I could feel a light begin to take shape.

-Rhia Clay
Hello, this is Onij. I'm glad you missed my call
I know nobody listens to voicemails but
I'm afraid you gave me something.
It seems to be contagious and I've been spreading it
I see it on their faces, I saw it in the mirror.
The smile you left me with is uncontainable.
My heart flutters at every thought of you.
Dear patient zero,
It is advisable that we should quarantine together
Body to body is the recommended solution
Three times a day, multiple times at night, twice on Sunday
On my knees I'll worship you
Lift you to a state of  exaltance
Dear patient zero
I want to tell you that I...
To rerecord this message press the pound key
To save the message please hang up
So, the morning called to her.
Rise, it said.
Don't you feel the air whispering?
It is filled with freedom.
Use it wisely; savor every drop.
Stretch it across your life until it covers everything.

-Rhia Clay
Ken Pepiton May 31
Saturday, May 31, 2025
7:48 AM
Extra terrestrial mote in a sunbeam

curious particle thunk to death still
jiggling Brownianly, when adsorbed on my eye

“Three quarks for Muster Mork!”

Kworking out Complex Adaptive Systems.
In noumenon perceived, perhaps,
a whisp of wish we knew, perchance…
A noumenal flash,
and all the ever is, was,
at fundamental centrality
apparently expanding until

some initial torque inserts
curveball science allowing
bits to bang into bits and stick,
or carom off in predictable ways

like, as not, in theory.

Then, should one think onward still,

noumenal nominal notions
make letters let nonsense emanate
natural schemata muses index using

creative compulsion classically causing

an instant to cease.
A chance stack of insensibly important ideas
We share the same fate
The universe and I
When our time comes to an end
We both shall die

Ever onwards we march towards an inescapable fate
Nothing is forever…
nicole Mar 10
you called and left a voicemail
what song were you singing?
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