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Jake Welsh Nov 2019
i concentrate my inherent connection to them
into potent strands of silk;
distill memories of them
into pearls

taken from the air
transformed into something
that no longer gives life
CasiDia Jul 2019
Within the stomach of the world
The country stretches its branches, uncurled
Who is the horror of Napoleon Bonaparte?
Who darkens and fools the heart?
Often when man is shaken to the core
Other worlds sneak peeks in his door
And even in the junction of cattle
Metaphysical and mystical truths dazzle
Touched by the sea, a vision came
The pearls of the earth in flames
A jackdaw perches itself on pistons
Radiating heat from all of its mission
His mystic sense stayed tight beneath eyelids
Yet lit the flame in all said and undid
Like a voice in the wilderness
Or even a prophet of old, who might deliver us.
Anastasia Jul 2019
When I die
I want
Roses to bloom
From beneath my grave
Violets and blue-bells
And emerald grass
Blooms in my memory
Is all that I ask
Daisies
And Daffodils
Poppies
And pink -petaled lilies
Ruby-like flowers
Amethyst strokes
Perhaps pearls
Scattered
I'm my resting place
Would be lovely
When
I
Die
Remember me
Dennis Ayzin May 2019
You look at them,
        I look at you,
                our thoughts light-years apart.
But I will whisper,
        in your ear,
                in hope to change your heart.
You think of them and evening dress,
                the candles,
                                silverware.
I think of only,
        you and them,
                I close my eyes to dare.
You put them on,
        they touch your skin,
                you turn and ask me “See?”
I want to burst,
        in billion pearls,
                and let you swim in me.
To my Anabella
Marthea Flores Mar 2019
A litte bird
trapped in a golden cage,
fed with precious jewels,
diamonds and pearls.
Had everything
anyone could ever ask,
except for one thing
she can never have.
--- Freedom.
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