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Zywa Aug 7
The Oracle knows

what I want, that's what she gives --

me as her advice.

"Hoog en laag springen - Faxen aan Ger #4" ("Like it or not - Faxing Ger #4", December 20th, 1999, published 2021, Nicolien Mizee)

Collection "Out of place"
Bleurose Jun 2021
It was not you that we saw among the flowers.

Tendrils of flesh grasped you hungrily, a mortal coil once again fulfilled. You were part of a dying was time to go.

But who can really resist a polite request from someone who asks almost nothing?

So the flowers took you, held you tightly. Encased away from dying, hungry mouths.
A seed allowed to be.

Something flourished and grew.
It just wasn't you.

While other lights rose, singing in relief, ours crashed to the ground in dashed hopes.
Time and emotion unwisely spent.

It was not a case of
"this had always been" - you were a new babe born into this world upon petals and blood.

We could not **** just because it was the 'wrong' flower.
Who were we to do so?
We let it blossom.
What else could we do?


It was not you we saw among the flowers.
Mollymauk, we thought our light had returned.
For all my grieving critters in arms.

The pain of a stranger wearing a friend's face.
Oh if I could **** money
I would
If my **** tasted like honey
In all likelihood
There would be people paying to taste it
That's how I'd make it
South City Lady Sep 2020
If we can restore vibrancy to color
stripping layers of time
to render art new
then can we lift sound particles
from memories
laid down decades before
dab a pen over words
slandering our hearts
eliminate critical noises
that chastise
til all we recognize
is a blank slate of static
where WE select
rhythm and pace     
compliments      feeding our lives' diorama  

                 beliefs              entangled    

we become the artist
         the symphony playing remastered tunes

Stay Strong    
                                  You are Valuable
And, most importantly,

           You Deserve to be Loved
If we can challenge old thoughts that debilitate our efforts and rewind time's old cassette tape to the very beginning, what dreams might we record, what promises to ourselves might we keep?  BE KIND TO YOUR MIND
lk ode Aug 2020
Poor little thing
spewing words like poison
gurgling, bubbling poison
a putrid mess from ****** lips.
still you have much to learn
Kelsey Banerjee Jul 2020
she handles memories like a crime scene,
each shared photograph shows
a clue -
oil stains on armchairs, misplaced magazines
she’d mistake a sob of despair
for laughter,
love for pity.
every remembrance she mars with red ink,
as if to tell her side of a story
that never existed.
Grace Mar 2020
Why is it
That when I see
I think, “oh! She’s so pretty!”

Why is it
I describe
Other people’s eyes
But mine are just ***** dishwater?

Why is it
I must change my hair
Damage it
Color it
In order for it to make me happy?

Why is it
That I am
my own
I believe everyone is beautiful, why can’t I believe it about myself?
rgz Jan 2020
I use my prescription note
as a bookmark
a milligram per page
a page for every breath

the breath of wolves
of swollen air
and dreams too real

it's not as if
I really know the difference

I think I like it like that
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