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Anais Vionet Jun 21
My emotions get the best of me - intermittently.
I preserve them in poems,
like fluffy dinosaur feathers in amber,
because emotions never last,
as our present becomes our past,
they flicker, like lightning bugs and disappear.
Steve Page Apr 9
Easter can get shallowed up in chocolate.
Earth and sea
Time and space
Truth for truth
Grace for grace

Worlds were formed
Light embrace
Filled with beauty
Saved by grace

Open heart
Doubt replace
With the love
Giv’n by grace

One day soon
Face to face
We will know
Whence our grace
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snipes Sep 2021
Who am I too save
My heads out the window
Tell the cops I’m about to get paved
Break feed leaks
And the accelerator
Matches my foot print
I ain’t stopping
Till the tread sparks spread
Believe me
The wind sounds like
Someone else is speaking
Far off and I stare off
Into another dimension
But my prison isn’t
Potholes, broken down off road
No it’s polyhedral capsules
Who cap my soul

Keep me out the window
Unknown Jul 2021

You made me feel, again..
You made me hope, again...


It was all..

I've fallen for you.
Please. Don't drop me...

I trust you.
I sometimes lose myself from pain
Wondering if it will ever end
'Cause this is taking so long
Don't know what I'm doing wrong

You've pulled me out of it far too many times
You've brought light to my life
But now that you're gone
Seems like you're bringing the light with you.
She Writes Apr 2021
I do not need to be saved
I am the knight in my fairy tale

If I fall
It will be off a mountain I scaled alone

If I crash
It will be in the waves of my own ocean

If I float
It will be on the boat I built with my hands

And when I fly
It will be with the wings I forged myself
Past Mar 2021
This is the end.

The end of what?

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