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Ashari Ty Sep 1

Come, sit beside me.
Nothing else matters.

That's all.
We just sit.
I like you.
Come one
Come all
Gather 'round and gather here
Listen close and settle near
For on this day
Authority is interrupted

I've come as close as any man
Can get
To stealing his own shadow
Divine throwback
A crime so small
It's never shed

Come far
Come wide
Sit on grounds of moss and stone
Observe sinful musings to atone
For on this night
I disrupt authority

I've gone as far as any man
Can go
To shatter down my broken soul
Opaque treasure
A ruse so slick
it's never seen

Be broken
Be whole
Try to look your best
While you can’t even find a single dress.

Figured an easy task,
But, heck, you haven’t even been asked....

So walk around, don’t sit.
Go in circles to find a cheap lip kit,

And hope for another chance
Because this just may be your last dance.

Uhg. Meh.
Star BG Feb 9
I sit with overflow of thoughts
that are now calmed by a snowy
Beauty inside peacefulness.

I watch recollecting self
in the tranquility of Mother Earths
gentle scene
as wind caresses.

I sit grateful for the
water crystals
that grace trees and hilltops
as not a soul is in sight.

I watch warmed by fire and four walls,
watching the ****** snow
as it blankets all I see.

Perhaps before sunset
I shall wander outward
to touch the magnificent gift
from Father Sky.
inspired by Mike D. A gift to this site. Thank you.
Sunshine Nov 2017
when i talk to you
i sound crazy
my words don't add up to what i wanna say
so i sit back
i watch you slowly slip away
you fall through my grasp
you drip through the gaps
and now i really miss you more than i did before
maybe because i realize how far away you are
maybe because i realize you'll never hold me
here you feel so close
when i see your face on my screen
and when you type out easy words
and when you leave me helpless in the middle of the night
a snapper hedge lore
and bet in vicissitudes
that little wife arise up
but a purse string prize
here in the piazza today
that change in her suit
a bra fit
Ivy Leigh Oct 2017
Have mercy on me
for I am nothing
but a humble poet
trying to find my
place in the world
and myself.
My return to this site is official. I will not delete or edit my past poem, but I may write notes. Looking to get published this year.
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