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finn Aug 31
firth -
of the
sea; ebbs and
flows - an inlet of
the ocean at a wide river
estuary, a place where mourning songs are sung and
souls are lost and found and secrets revealed and waters are wide; a place to breathe for once.
the firth is where there is a separation of ways.
where we walk down one river each
and we don’t look back
go forward
a fibonacci poem this time! i've recently been experimenting with different letters for poem+word combos.
I am the experiment.
This is my place.
This is my role.
The drug paints hallucinations of meanings around each single of these empty words,
that are naked on a notepad but belong onto a colorful clustersheet,

pityfully fallacy!

Can we, the two of us,
find the meaning of rhymes in here together?
We can engine the searches, only if we want to;
and talking about principles:
most of it, it's ego ****, and I dare to write and spit on anything forbidding me my will I'm freely willingly willed to write
a *title now, within the flow, than out of it at given times, when it rims
and rhymes and Romes and rums.

let me write when I want to, not if you could to, how dare you, I'm sensible and easy to brittle, don't pressure me with principles, you son of a dissociative spine itch!

- We were derailing. And still are. Rhymes so easy, reasons so far. Words I delete will never teach me memoriance.
Two tasks,
can't comprehend this nonsense, I slide on the blade of sentences that split my own illusive walls of honour I enhanced -
throughout the conversation with each myotherselves, perhaps
in advance, far before you knew,
choppy-chopped chown-chauwn-to-grid-cheese-strings
¿point of view?,
while I faithe for making sense with my course of understandnessless mess of a what's a

what-a hard digest.
~ Personally, I recommend
do not become this experiment.
Delyla Nunez Dec 2020
Oh you’re back.
How was the trip?
Wait you need to do what?
You can’t right now though..
Really?.. that bad.
Well then.. okay. Guess it’s your turn.

Hi nice to meet you, we’ll get to names later.
She almost did it.
God you should’ve seen it.
But that’s done and over with.
No more you after all.
I’ve held her ground. I picked up the pieces. I saw her sink.
But I’ve seen her pick herself up. I watched her clean her mess. I saw her rise.
She thinks she needs someone and she truly doesn’t.
That’s why she has me.
Oh and I’m not good with names.. see ya.
Jay M Aug 2019
"Time stands still"
Never true
But still
When I am with you
Gazing your way
Time seems to slow
Then, suddenly
You turn
I catch you looking
Gazing at me...
Even so
It's probably not the way
That I do
But still
I hope...

- Jay M
August 29th, 2019
Saïda Boūzazy Sep 2020
Hanged  between two choices
Either to forgive or to forget,
Hanged  between two  dreams
Either to forgive or to forget
between logos and pathos
between heart and head
I wander if I can forgive
I wander if you forget
Love is a fig!
Brooke Olthouse Aug 2020
Not sure how I'm feeling
Coping and dealing
Roping and reeling
In need of serious healing
Eva B Apr 2020
If I have to throw my body into mesh
again, I am going to scream the hollowed
vibration of rage for all to hear.

I didn’t choose to prefer daffodils
over lilies. Yet now after now I am
shamed. Picking leaf after leaf in this
field of flowers, no one seems to love me
Split Mar 2020
Could you be my pen?
Bleed out words to help me mend?

Or possibly grow as a tree
Produce oxygen to set me free?

Then perhaps become my savior,
Tear down your walls to create paper?

Allow my thoughts to soak
But only if you never smoke.

For my words turn into fuel,
Actually, all of this is much too cruel.
This one was REALLY fun to write!!! Inspired by the fact that loved ones are humans too.
Split Nov 2019
When will pulse increase
out of excitement
rather than fear?

regretful hearts
signal a cry.

Tears slip down
onto our heals,
feet no longer
cling to soil.

left the brain
to rot and boil.

have no grit
have no might

do as you're told
don't question molds.

oh how these days of symmetry
lack any sort of tranquility.

for now, our bodies mimic
palpitations of so-called workaholics.

actions contradicting
wishful tendencies

each obedient second
portraying societies' needle.

lackluster blood entering veins
infecting what once kept organs aflow.

in reach of hearts
it may not pump

but within our souls,
we grasp control.
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