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Nat Lipstadt Dec 2020
*But wrestle I do nonetheless,
                                    for the pleasure of this (non?) soluble
                problem that both creates
    queries & quenches
                             simultaneously, so I break off this
                             thinnest wafer to share with you,
          offering this notional



<~>

mine own words return, Halloween hauntingly,
every event adds layering failure to comprehend
and the frustrated anger dissipates into a thousand
swirls,
Oct 25 2020 Manhattan
mera Dec 2020
To an old Lover,

My dear, you might think I forgot about you completely
But you never knew every starry night, I open the gate of your voice to tell me stories that never existed.

It’s been a while since the last time we spoke. 10 months is not a short period of time. How did not lose control of yourself during this time...

I heard that you were looking for someone new to take over my place. I am sure you found one anyways. Just hoping you are happy with her.

The amount of time a person takes to get over someone, especially someone like you. Oh god knows how many laughs you’ve taken away from me.

Happy couples around me, that could’ve been us but you chose to walk away because you didn’t want to try anymore. It is okay, I wouldn’t try much if I were you.

Days I get up on my feet and day I catch myself wiping away those tears. Ah I wish I was as strong as you and just walked away.
Hello! Thank you for reading.
Darina Forgacova Nov 2020
I don't have many ideas right now.
Simply I miss you and love you.
I want be in your arms, closest as possible.
Touch you. Kiss you, Caress you.
I really don't want more.
Dante Rocío Nov 2020
I’ve been left alone in my class as I always am.

I observe how beige encrustings work on the ceiling humming electronically in this feeble light we have with our current weather like mistied silver with choked charcoal out of someone’s throat stoic with inexistent illness.

It seems to me I’m pressed with time to go out as I usually am
by some codexes
but I just can’t help being glued standing to my chair and watching with an unspecified wistfulness and melancholy as students’ bike
/
come and go here from above
/
and no one knows how many afternoons of watching or window sill standing I’ve spent like that,
where the window the teacher has every time overlooks one
of these trees only I keep in my mind’s eye
and all that with me included stays
abandoned (but not exactly morosely) to play the part of watch keepers lasting still
like pillars no one will account for.

And l felt how my shift there and the thing I and this room made chose you to be answered there.
And as I couldn’t help but keep carrying the conscience luggage with you within it so carefully whilst I was blending my abandoned singing there with how you might be transfixing yourself in perplexities of uncertainty.
And I’m telling you I read your text place just when it came, have been carrying you as my desired task to, as an injured animal yet with no degradation this state. I kept making a letter I would give inside my eyes and small fidgets of hands.

I wonder at how it is I who writes
and how it is You who writes.
One another.
On how often and long it takes to take the role of a vigilante of your everyday tad raising tad restricting institution when you’re the sole one who always stays behind, apart, in solitude, in every class, a dear one’s eyes waiting for your lips’ sign behind your back, and no one knows you’re the one and only not just sharing those empty spaces in every direction...
... but also the only one honoured with your little Venice from the highest, widest and largest window sill on the top of the building, adorned with marble like side gargoyles and the Sun teaching just at that altitude
I've got a message from heaven

Is it true or false I don't know even

But it seems a warning by hell

It's so dangerous that made me scared.

I know the truth that's why I'm afraid.

It said ' end is near, so my dear

Don't try to overcome your fear.

Don't run cause there's no one to care .'

I asked you're from heaven can't you save us?

They said, no we can't because...

You made it so we can't do anything.

And they went

But also warned

' don't tell others, they will make a mess of each other. Tell only to the trusted '

THE END IS NEAR

It's the message that makes me engulf in fear.

But I can't do anything. Can't tell to anyone even

This message from HEAVEN
Charlotte Ahern Nov 2020
In the art of eye contact,
I wrote you letters
filled with all the words
I wish I’d said
sometimes it's too hard to say it with your tongue
Maura Oct 2020
Today was pink
You’ve left me that colored message before,
Between hazy grey sleep and wake you whispered:
Look for the extra color

Dying hydrangeas left one branch vibrant
It was blush

A plane flying passed a blue cloud,
blinking electric pink flash in the sky
Pink goggles on a lawn in October
I wondered if it was you,
I whispered:
Show me the impossible, how about a pink leaf?

Three paces ahead the underbelly of a red leaf
I plucked it from the ground
It was pink.
Notes left in the wild
Ell R Oct 2020
O child,
That I could have done more for you
That you had not been torn from me
Your dying mother
Haven't posted for a long time. Stay safe!
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