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๐“ฆ๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ด, ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ต๐”‚ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“˜ ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ต๐“ต...
          ๐“ฆ๐“ฎ ๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ฝ, ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ต๐”‚ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐“˜ ๐“ฝ๐“ฎ๐”๐“ฝ.

๐“๐“ท๐“ญ ๐”€๐“ฑ๐“ฎ๐“ท ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ญ๐“ธ...
         "๐“˜ ๐“ท๐“ฎ๐“ฎ๐“ญ ๐“ช ๐“ฏ๐“ช๐“ฟ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ฏ๐“ป๐“ธ๐“ถ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ."

๐“ฃ๐“ช๐“ด๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ถ๐“ฎ ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ป ๐“ช ๐“ฏ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ต...
         ๐““๐“ช๐“ท๐“ฌ๐“ฒ๐“ท๐“ฐ ๐“ฝ๐“ธ ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ฝ๐“พ๐“ท๐“ฎ
Using me like a I gotta hurt you too๐Ÿฅบ
this is where all the secrets are held
in the smell of yesterday's rain in the air
in the dark, and in that pool
in the little moonlight patch falling on my bed
with the window open and the air cool
and the night young and wild and a fool
midnight in a college dorm room
xavier thomas Apr 22
When I was younger,
I couldnโ€™t understand why
I forgave so quickly. I despised it.
Now, Iโ€™m thankful I forgive quickly.
Keeping that negativity in
your temple is too much.
Panda Boy Apr 13
A pencil is
Such a wonderful tool.
Sharpen it well,
Or you will write like a fool.
Only a fool could have discovered such purls of wisdom.
People often forget that there is a process of learning; we learn as we grow.
Advice is good but there can only be one set of hands on the Rubiks cube at any one time.
I S A A C Jan 29
I refuse to diffuse myself
I refuse to refuse myself of these bubbling feelings
you brought me to a boil
you tried to be my character foil
scrub and rub myself clean of your imprinted kisses
but my mind is still tattooed by all your smooth moves
I was too naive and you were too cool
made me question my reality, made me lessen my sexuality
walking the line for someone again like the fool
maria Jan 23
give me reasons
to not sound like
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  a fool
forย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย 
loving you
Written on January 21, 2022
ยฉ ,Maria
Anya Jan 2021
I wish to him, the ill balladeer
That gathered guilt may disappear
So too each ailment and woe

And to every jester, with his sack on a stick
Who flaunts his mischief and bare naked trick
Seeking to cause up a row

Walk to the ledge with your tattered torn clothes
Whilst faithfully clinging to your white thorny rose
Your token of freedom and right

Trot along with the bounce of your bell
To grant each child a merry brisk spell
Depriving their mind of blight

Do greet the wayward troubadour
That all prisoners hail and adore
While they sing from behind barred glass

Awaiting Fates fabled pardons
To leave and sing through floral gardens
Yearning for all troubles to pass

And should I meet this foolish traveler
Iโ€™d give him these gifts of lavender
And maybe he forget his woe

Forget his worry and days of mold
To rest in cities of glory and gold
The haven each child should know

He needn't pray to grow up whole
Or forced by life to raise his soul
But know of love without end

With the pleasing scent of this lavender jewel
Allay all fret from this traveling fool
Do comfort him as his friend
Glenn Currier Dec 2021
Thinking of my closest relationships
makes me marvel at what a fool I am.
A map of the streams of my loves
would show small settlements
tiny villages where Iโ€™ve rested
from my frantic search for meaning -
spaces made by nights of talking and sharing -
spaces of kisses, cries,
shouts and whispers that kept together
the threads we coiled into a chord
of memories.

Memories of foolish leaps we both made
into a friendship, a kinship, a marriage
a co-creation.

What faith abides in me that causes
me to abandon logic for love?
It is a mystery to me
how I can stay in this embrace
despite our divergencies?

But it is a splendid mystery
I celebrate.
I bow to my new friend ruqayyah I met on this website. His poem, โ€œkeep your friends closeโ€ caused me to write this poem. It is about the trust necessary for close relationships of all kinds. I think of my relationship with my relatives, my friends, my church, my wife. All of these are based on some degree of trust.
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