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\n \n \n \n Carlo C Gomez\n \n \n \n \n Aug 2023\n \n \n \n
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\n Zabriskie Point\n
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\n sonic
bridge,
seismic
convulsions

a desert for us and them,
you can do many things with a blank canvas
--maelstroms, blaze dispersions

a line allows progress, a circle does not,
infiltrates the surface,
flashes into steam

our red cathedral,
our furnace lake,
the promised land in spiritual drought

this catatonic
heaven, a thirst for something more
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\n \n #faith\n \n #doubt\n \n #morality\n \n #desert\n \n #decay\n \n #erosion\n \n #america\n \n #analogy\n \n
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\n \n \n \n Malia\n \n \n \n \n Aug 2023\n \n \n \n
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\n Another Desert Night\n
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\n It is quiet
It is \ud835\ude32 \ud835\ude36 \ud835\ude2a \ud835\ude26 \ud835\ude35 and I cannot fight it
I stare the sandy void
In its \ud835\ude26 \ud835\ude3a \ud835\ude26 \ud835\ude34 and I
And I
And I \ud835\ude34 \ud835\ude24 \ud835\ude33 \ud835\ude26 \ud835\ude22 \ud835\ude2e
At the endless dunes
The grit in my face and my teeth and my hair and I
And I
And I wait for a boon but it\u2019s not coming soon
Who knew that the moon looks like a cartoon
When you \ud835\ude28 \ud835\ude22 \ud835\ude3b \ud835\ude26 at it too long
I could write a song
About it but I\u2019ve ran out of music
Choose it, I would have to choose it
But I can\u2019t make decisions when I have this incision
Visions, they cut with surgical precision
The wind \ud835\ude29 \ud835\ude30 \ud835\ude38 \ud835\ude2d \ud835\ude34 at me so I \ud835\ude29 \ud835\ude30 \ud835\ude38 \ud835\ude2d back
And I\u2019ve lost track
Of where I am
Of who I am
But I still
I still
I still must \ud835\ude34 \ud835\ude35 \ud835\ude22 \ud835\ude33 \ud835\ude26 the void in its eyes\u2026

Oh, but it\u2019s just another desert night.
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\n My gf said her favorite kinds of poems are long, rhyme-ey, and use onomatopoeia! Ask, and you shalt receive\u2026\n
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\n \n \n \n Noah Francis\n \n \n \n \n Jun 2023\n \n \n \n
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\n The Forest & the Desert\n
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\n There\u2019s a deep forest path that
lingers
just for a bit,

somewhere between stable and healthy

and in walking that path
one may find himself
growing

much like the foliage;
trees, yawning
and vines, curious, spread wild

breathing life
and air
and motion

until the path disappears
and diminishing greens
turn to sullen brown

and the desert looms

deep breaths are unyielding
motion is muddy
it doesn\u2019t feel quite right

seeing forever isn\u2019t as grand
when there\u2019s not
much to see

it\u2019s so much bigger
than the forest seemed to be,
isn\u2019t it?
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\n a little pompous but i like the metaphor\n
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\n \n \n \n Mel Kay\n \n \n \n \n May 2023\n \n \n \n
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\n Hourglass Oasis\n
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\n There's an oasis in my desert.

Palm trees and koi live here where sands are soil and winds are thick and wet. Cloths that fall from sky to floor, made from a million counts of thread. A beige place, now pastel mixtures of blue and green. Unlike anything the gods could ever dream.

In my body there's a desert oasis on which even I haven't laid my sight. And as I sit here still, I feel it moving and humming like a generator when there's no light. Vibrating auroras through the skies of an African night.

In my soul there's a desert oasis. One that has betrayed the sight of many as mirage. A dissappearing trick, a myth, a facade. Here is where the weak are left for dead. The cruel collaboration between Hathor and Set.

In my body, where my heart stays,

between the fragile spaces,

there's an hourglass that holds my soul in which there's a desert...

where you'll find an oasis.
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\n Rambling, it's s been a while. Hi though...\n
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\n \n \n \n Mark Wanless\n \n \n \n \n Oct 2022\n \n \n \n
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\n desert 22/10/5a\n
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\n The call of the desert is wild
The sea relentless
Mountains peek unreachable
Wind blows my tears away
Sunset always beautiful
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\n \n \n \n Red Robregado\n \n \n \n \n Jun 2022\n \n \n \n
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\n Though Tears May Tarry\n
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\n In hollow valleys, off the distant peaks
Down in the dim woods, braiding canopies

In the quietude of slow-dancing leaves
Through the howling and raging of the winds

Across plateau of no growth or decline
along blind, chiseled cliff, a cul-de-sac

In the triumphant reach of high summit
Between the rocky canyons of defeat

Grace at every gaze despite long travails,
dazed in wonder, never cease to amaze

In the bone-parched deserts, devoid of life
Out of flowing streams, rivers without strife

At the depth where lights dwindle to nothing
On familiar shore radiant weathering

In jubilant rejoicing when love wins
Even through the painful cuts as it stings

At the plain of anxious waiting and doubt,  
In tiresome striving to glorious thriving

As it always has, Mercy will carry
Crushed, it wont let me be; though tears may tarry
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\n \n \n \n Natassia Serviss\n \n \n \n \n Apr 2022\n \n \n \n
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\n Saut\u00e9ed in the Desert\n
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\n It\u2019s red and burnt and there\u2019s nothing more beautiful.
You look like an oasis.
I feel myself melting the second I see your face.
It\u2019s like I\u2019m baking in this oven and there\u2019s nothing more lovely.
You smell like all of my favorite foods with a voice like honey.
You wear my favorite color well and with every passing moment I can feel my heart swell.
I find myself aching to see you smile and to make you laugh.
I would love for you to be as fond of me as I have grown of you even if the feeling is only at half.
When the trumpets roar I feel this sense of peace and I think of the words you say so little yet they leave me building these cathedrals of utterance about you.
There lay no cracks or puddles of grease;
The glasswork is blazing and brilliant with how you attract my attention.
I would build for you a place that displays the warmth I feel that I forbear to mention.
You\u2019re enchanting,
Something to look forward to,
And someone my heart won\u2019t let me forget.
This impression has lasted since the day we met.
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\n After something substantial ends it almost feels like this is something to begin\n
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\n \n \n \n Nigdaw\n \n \n \n \n Apr 2022\n \n \n \n
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\n mirage\n
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\n if you live in a desert
any mirage is beautiful
even knowing it as an illusion
making plans around
how it will change your life
make you happier
than you have ever been
when you arrive
it dissipates
so you can start looking
for the next one
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