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I S A A C Oct 24
saddle on the chestnut steed
do not get flustered over childhood teeth
what matters is what you see
my body stuck in rooms where i was being used
socket, to extract for their own use
i grow, i change, still maimed roots
the light not shed
however, the tears are true
Man Jul 28
I don't want you have no difficulty,
With the things you're still in motion for.
Likewise those you have emotion for,
Physical love. Those who came before,
Those you still adore, and new flames
You think offer more.
Juhlhaus Nov 2022
I take the same and different ways
returning to these streets I thought I knew.
Scent memories come in warm layers,
comforting until they cling, and I think
too long about the shadows
stretching behind, before
the city lights became so familiar, but
clarity depends on distance, on when
in motion the lines converge
and the shapes fade to almost nothing,
only to merge and re-emerge
with each step forward, back to you.
Zywa Apr 2022
My motions from one

into the other flow like --

the tide while turning.
Gracefulness / T'ai chi / Qigong

Collection "Metamorphic body"
Nylee Nov 2021
I'd like to show you the direction
But I am the unguided wind
always in the motion
Carried away with the storm
I have lost my identity
too many times now
By the shore, by the night
I'd be gone with havoc
With nothing on me.
Torn Heart Mar 2021
Like the attention the moon shows the sea
making tides ebb and flow in motion
her attention  moves blood through my heart
filling my body and soul with emotion
Maja Jan 2021
He was a mountain.

She was the ocean.

Reaching for the stars,
Bound by his roots

Still and storm
Black and blue

She was the ocean
Beating against his rock

He was a mountain
And waves could not a mountain block

A bottomless fountain
Breaking with every motion

He was a mountain


She was an ocean
Man Dec 2020
festering like the fungus on rotting fruit
moulded to the shadow

torn from it
motion making it's stop
the flatline
an event horizon
        and   i  

blank became the canvas
as existence shrunk from view
and i saw it all;
and it was glorious

but the curtains were closing
momentary was the sight bestowed
which fleeted faster than life
from this withering device of animation

elapsing back to nothing
a fade to black
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