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Zywa Jul 4
The party goes on

above me, I'm having fun --


with Nino, the cat.
"Dagboek 1962-1963" ("Diary 1962-1963", 2007, Frida Vogels), October 2nd, 1963 in Bologna

Collection "Trench walking"
Zywa Jun 28
On your birthday you

pretend that everyone is --


doing the right thing.
Novel "Die Aufzeichnungen des Malte Laurids Brigge" ("The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge", 1910, Rainer Maria Rilke), chapter #44, Am reichsten an beinah unfaßbaren Erfahrungen waren aber doch die Geburtstage (But the birthdays were the richest in almost incomprehensible experiences)

Collection "Held/True"
I tidied the corners,
stories simmered in the chilli,
scattered petals on the grass —
rose-red, next to a single lily.

I’d chosen the music with care,
but laughter co-wrote the score,
each chorus pulling us closer
to something warmer than before.

We bathed in rain, clouds, and sun,
each one carrying a moment,
where secrets come undone,
and quiet truths are spoken.

The fairy lights lit up,
as the world flipped slowly —
a circle of soft goodbyes
turning intimate into holy.

As the solstice faded,
and it struck twelve once more,
a day like this feels sacred,
as the season shifts the shore.

This night won't conclude us,
though the dusk will surely dim.
We are only at the beginning,
on the edge where stories swim.
this one is about a night that didn't want to end, and a season that quietly turned while we weren't watching.

June 22, 2025
Nigdaw Jun 22
we encourage them
to carry on
as though the party
isn't over and everyone
that matters hasn't
already gone
Zywa Jun 8
Colourful birthday!

Those who don't know don't know you --


Unfortunately!
For Michi W (in July 2024)

Collection "More"
Robert Ronnow Oct 2022
I spoke with two people at the party Saturday.
A young police officer, short-haired, fit,
chiseled face who had two young children.
He felt constrained by the law, without discretion
to question mopes (perps) aggressively
or to let go those who were obviously no threat.
Even at a family function he seemed straight-backed, correct,
devoted to his role as our protector (and his children’s)
yet I thought perhaps too deeply in debt, indentured
to the rules and laws of legislators and destined
to be disappointed (or worse). I thought his courage
and devotion (to whom or what?) would surely
be poorly repaid and that this lesson
was necessary to ready him with wisdom
for death or further living. I worried like a brother
about the unpredictable dangers, even terrors,
he must daily face, and the pleasure he takes in facing them.
How will he return to the fragility of family,
of the soul alone, after wielding the force
of the state, the blind, combined will of us all?

Next a business exec, retired from a well known
global investment firm. At first we talked about
the lush beauty of the northeast compared to the arid west
(although he loves every inch of the west, too).
Then somehow we got beyond light conversation
when he complained about the perceived decline in values
for instance how the Ten Commandments can’t be publicly
displayed. He said we can all agree on God
but I said I have a mechanistic view of the universe
(although the unknowable always sits just out of reach
of the known). I told him my dad’s theory of reincarnation,
a good man and a corporate seeker of God also, whose shoes
I could never fill unless I swore belief in a supreme being.
No hard feelings. Then he told me the story
of his dying friend, an atheist, not even a deist
like the founding fathers, who opened his eyes for the last time
to correct the exec’s misperception that now he’d meet his maker.
Having exceeded the bounds of acceptable conversation
I went looking for my children. Nothing more to question.
Why are you having
A PITY PARTY???
Why do you feel SO DOWN???
POUTING, GROANING, AND
FROLICKING,
JUST NOT HAPPY AT ALL,
with a very
NOTICEABLE FROWN!!!
It's very clear that you're UNHAPPY,
Feeling all BLUE INSIDE
You're MOPING AROUND,
feeling SORRY for YOURSELF,
Oh, the AGONY that it PROVIDES, but
I am Here to inform you, that
In Reality, THERE IS STILL HOPE,
There is still a BRIGHTER DAY,
To help you along as YOU COPE,
So, please don't have a PITY PARTY,
Just wish those GRAY CLOUDS AWAY,
Your HAPPINESS will return REAL SOON
Let the SUNSHINE ENLIGHTEN YOU TODAY!!!!


B.R.
Date: 5/25/2025
I went into your party
Didn't think anything of your snacks
I ate anything you gave me
But then it came to the cakes

Your chocolate cupcakes were delicious
"To die for"
Devine

I guess my body took it literally.

I choked
You started laughing
"Was it funny?"

I am crying
Throwing up
Scratching til my skin bleeds

You think I'm being dramatic

Can't you see??
Your cupcakes are killing me.

When I am finally able to find my mom I have no time

And my vision is blank

I don't remember the last time I ate a cupcake.
I always throw them up now.
Story time:
When I was 11 I went to a birthday party with my friend. Her mom had been informed I was allergic to coconut.
Her excuse after I almost died eating a coconut oil filled cake?
"She should know better, besides I didn't put real coconut in"
Coconut oil kills
rick May 15
the
smell
of the
barbecue grill
taunts
my hunger pains
I walk on by
uninvited
with no place
to
go.
nicole May 6
5-6-25   2:29pm

underneath the glitter
the lights
behind the music that makes your ears ring
the screams
and so much rage

there's someone who longs for love
bathes in the quiet
reads her poetry
and sits in solitude


do you see it?
most likely not
she buries it deep
hides it behind a shield
masked as an armor
protected from society
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