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a clay coloured mug
with the dregs
of now-cold coffee
swirling with bits
accumulated dust
and a fallen fly
left on the side
it needs to be washed
but will be ignored
time and again
each time i pass by
because of how
it is stained;
not by the rings
lining it's inner surface
from top to bottom
with striations of brown
but because of
the lipstick smudge
on its outer edge
a sign of her presence
of all the memories
that a smear of red
can conjure
and a reminder
that she will
be home soon
Rubyredheart Jun 13
Cool crisp morning
Bright blue sky with scattered clouds
Happy children’s chatter
Snow-dressed mountains in the rearview mirror
Rise regally across the fog-cloaked Sound
framed by earthy evergreen spires…
These vibrations of sound and light
trace smiles ‘round my face & eyes
on this otherwise monotonous  morning drive to school.
Originally published 15th Dec 2021 | Edited 25th Feb 2025 | Edited June 13, 2025
JKirin Sep 2021
My emotions pour out in a torrent
with the sound of this magical night:
as you move in a trance, in the moment,
I embrace you with bright disco lights.

Hear the beats of my heart, of the music;
touch the notes of the dance, of my soul;
lose yourself to the rhythm, amuse me -
on the dance floor, for you, I'm the song.
about a dj, lost in the moment to become a song for the dancers
Evan Jan 2021
Walk along the Riverbed
Down in the Valley
Is it real or in my Head
What is life but a fool's Folly

Ha ha, Ha ha, Tis' life naught but a grand joke
Seeing this, I feel as a bull being released from Yoke.
Wild and Free, unconquered by life's pains
In such a short time in such a wicked world, no reason to refrain

Maybe the joke is on me?
We will have to see
A laugh here a tear there
Life is naught but a Fair

A fair of laughter and love
Of hate, anger, and sadness
It is so fragile like a Dove
Tis Tough and Pitiless.
A simple little poem.

Therapy for one
Can be a cause of worry, anxiety
For another

Living off your mind
Your learnings
Makes it easier

Limiting boundaries
Avoiding encroachments

Live free and together
In this big world
Prosper forever
Been listening to Mohambi and Inna
Music has the power
there was a lot of love
in this decade
the people joined
a peace parade

the air was filled
with an upbeat atmosphere  
the flower children
were on a higher sphere

tunes started to sound
like they'd been set free
the musicians weren't
bound by a formalized key

fashion underwent
a considerable change
whereupon the beaded
look wasn't so strange

may these scant clues
aid all of you
in finding what decade
I'm taking you to
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