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Colm May 2019
When the only whisper
Left in loved ears
Is wind
Then all will fall and flow over itself again
Yes
The final whisper is wind
In your ears.
Ylzm Apr 2019
Space is that between here from there.
I am here and you are there.
Time is that between now from then.
I am here and you're dead or yet to be.

My soul cries within
and says this cannot be.
We are one, not apart,
but always one.

Why do we see, here and there, now and then?
Why do my eyes betray me with distance and change?
Why am I an exile in a strange land,
of blind people speaking a strange tongue?
And all I hear is, "Take my hand, Follow me."
Nicole Bataclan Mar 2019
I just ordered
My third cup of coffee
After all, I am in good company
Words spilled before me.

Could they have known —
I will always look for
The smell of old books
In this digital world.

Words, my words,
My heart treasures
To put pen to paper.

Time is unkind
For a writer,

Nothing is ephemeral.

You are
A page marked by a folded corner
A love I will come back to
In the future.
John Stephenson Mar 2019
Hairs on my ears.
Hairs up my nose.
Hairs on my fingers.
Hairs on my toes.
I guess it's a sign.
I'm getting old!
ZACK GRAM Mar 2019
yosemite, yosemite!!! when the sirens go off with a bang, let the trumpets reighn an then comes the rein, ferror of beings, king collossal!!! so much fear the pain will preach, then the label attracts with a gov collapse time will cease, GOD will elapse from seize, soo seizure!!!!

**** the diplomats, **** that ***** ***** puffy, forget them fugees, throw it down no pun intended!!! indeed i might achieve heavy freight with heaven gates, bill gates an alabama!!! money on my mind gotta satellite in space widda heat sensor looking down, lazer beamin that’ll take over the world!!!

bodies, illuminatic sanctions, hobbies, gravel an paint make the women faint!!! cant compete so its my treat, welcome to the life of the great backin!!! super power, super human, making gravity electricfy… poppin these trycromes handeling dice folds, so much dough call me pinky, *** sticky!!!

i said it once, woman ill say it again, 15 billion cash ain it thats nothing… 5 miles deep where i keep, underground castle, let the flood gates go, flood zone, might miss, got a miss, dont miss!!! i hit an keep gettin, i get it at it more then benjamin, 1 count n out knock floyd may out…

super junction, my tugg goes tougher then the bible,  count sheep so i sleep, wifey wait!!! i cant, im the man on these fields, in these pens with the many mens, henns, bitchs n bottles!!! i smoke that hood grip… i invented it, i am that bompton an martin king out here n furgy!!!

Z-Pac
The Don
Anthony Mayfield Mar 2019
Your music haunts my ears
And steals my soul
A staccato whimpering glow
The audience claps
Ovation
Relax
The show's over now
Go home to danger
And commune with your total stranger
Everyone is putting on a show, whether they mean to or not
Patrick Wood Feb 2019
Advisers, confidants, close friends,
hear my beckoning.
So betrothed to the game i'm wondering
if you ears are turned red
from my constant berating of facts and formula
from my phone, from my bed.
From a far away place, listing all the times I've spit last week
they're all-seeing bloodhounds
trapping me in beloved rat race
..."To Jimmy Turner, Kathy Lintz and Peter Bensinger, advisers, confidants and close friends, thank you." - an excerpt from Ryne Sandberg's induction to the hall of fame
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