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Leocardo Reis Jun 2021
Again,
I listen to Chopin,
read Byron,
in search of
a reason.
Zywa Jun 2021
A steel thinking-frame

may be the toughest of all –


but it rarely fits.
#104 – “Heer Bommel en de Bovenbazen” (#104 – “Sir Bumble and the Heads of Heads”,  1963, Marten Toonder)

Collection "Bearer Toonder"
Zywa May 2021
A steel thinking-frame

may be the toughest of all –


but it rarely fits.
#104 – “Heer Bommel en de Bovenbazen” (#104 – “Sir Bumble and the Heads of Heads”, 1963, Marten Toonder)

Collection "Bearer Toonder"
Laconic Noor May 2021
How am I remembering you so clearly?
What your voice sounds like,
Your fragrance,
Your hair that I used to cares it in-between my fingers,
Your palms running down my waist as if you're shaping like clay,
How you'd smile in different occasions.

How am I remembering all the little things about you so clearly,
Yet I have forgotten how much I loved you;

I have forgotten my reason why I started to remember every detail of you.

I can't recall how I felt about you.
Michael T Chase Apr 2021
If it doesn't matter spacially whether there is a 1st or 2nd, etc., connection, then this matter shouldn't matter within reason.
As long as a connection is made or not made, that is all that will stand out.  
The kind of connection made cannot be spacially signified except via overlap or by tangency, so therefore, within reason the kind of connection made should not stand out either.
Therefore, this subject of topology is really a matter of 'connect the dots'.
autodidactic
Kirsty Taylor Apr 2021
People say you are either friends for a reason or for a season,
But isn’t a season a reason?

Some of the losses rip you apart,
Some just slip out from between your fingers,
Some don’t leave,
They are just thousands of miles away

You put pen to paper,
And eagerly await a reply
You call from time to time
And you save all you earn to go back and be with them again.

The thing about friendships like that they are worth waiting for.

Your reason becomes a season,
The season is summer.
Jason Apr 2021

You are the reason I fell in love with the light.

You are the reason I sought a way out of the darkness.

You are the reason I stayed.

♥Fall in love with life.
♥If you're thinking about ending it, DON'T do it.
♥There IS help!
♥800-273-8255
Diljeev Apr 2021
this beautiful heist
of each other's soul,
blind to what she stole,
oblivious to her core.

Yet it was her own being,
that helped me in fleeing
each day,
but we never crossed paths
since the dawn of may.

The blind mademoiselle,
there's no way she could tell,
it was she who gave me eyes,
reason to wander in the world
looking for her
as each waking minute dies.
You can search, look and explore,
For days, years A lifetime
Often passing, what you desire,
Even if you feel all the right signs,
Because it’s not the perfect shape, size, or age,
Of the imaginary picture, you created, in your mind.
This one- time, short life, is A gamble, and risky,
Some decisions we make, can lead to binds.
Always remember, each of us, are an experiment,
Carrying A soul inside, we live, and feel, this life,
The soul, will mix the new and old experiences,
The reason, our purpose, and our role.



Tom Maxwell © 4/1/2021 AD
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