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Q Sep 2019
i will try for us
with all my broken edges
to complete a whole




*s.q.
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"I will always be in your corner"
Anastasia Sep 2019
What did I see
Was it you looking at me
Or am I lying to myself
And storing up pretty lies on a shelf
Were you really smiling at me
Or are you lying to me
Am I thinking to much
Desperate for a touch
Is there something wrong with my mind
Or could you really take your time
To stay and lie with me
Stars and velvet and dark trees
Is this real
How I feel
Memories of how we used to be
Every single one is killing me
Ink on skin on skin
It was so easy to let you in
I miss you
The way you used to be
I miss the old words
Us and we
phoebe fructuoso Sep 2019
What else could I do?

Every night I vocalize my troubles to the heavens, to the One that I know will always listen

these recurring problems never seem to end
taking in all the pain of the words you never fully thought of before hitting send

I grew accustomed to a life where the bad outweighs the good
yet I continue to be patient... I continue to be misunderstood.
"Phoebe talk to her she wishes you best, she wishes you well"
I know that's true and that I should not dwell
- but mother sometimes you speak so evil, like a demon straight out of
hell.
Colm Sep 2019
Not one to fly in another's sky
Nor to fish the grounds of another herrings town
For I
I am a Rook
Meaning that often and alone I fly
Not high, but above
More pleasant fowl
For as keen eyes look
And occasionally see alone
With pinions dark as covered night
There is noone else at last to be found
Because we rooks, we mate for life
There is noone else for us alive
We rooks, we mate for life
amber Aug 2019
our broken pieces
are not a match
instead of making me
whole
you scratch
and cut
me
Mark Wanless Aug 2019
all the displays of human drama
burns the mind over again
we are here
inspired
been awhile, since kept my named promise,
but here I am writing about planting, love making,
one of which I’ve got a small amount of almost expired experience
that still asks to be shared & sharing, whom am I to say nooooo

late August, and the hush all over the place,
in the sad notes of chilling & distilling the seasons fantasy,
summer will be forever here, escape to the sea sunroom visionary,
the ceiling fan whirring low and slow, should the heat increase,
onerous march of dimes times suspended here, almost,
hoping the heat will increase, and those negative
dropped acorn hints, early falling leaves, crumbs of nooooo

when we make love in the afternoon

will pour a little sugar on you honey, it will be a viscous wall
to hold back change, sticking everything in its place, “as is”
just as it exists at this precise second, wearing manly summer pink,
every day and no one thinks it strange, everything’s green
though rain is forbidden here like in Camelot + the sound of noooo

more is swallowed up in ooooohs and ahs, and if making love
in the morning, afternoon and all evening is what it takes to
stop time, to seize this day as a permanent forever day,
no sacrifice to great, no none, no nope, yes to nooooo...
10:00am
August 24, 2019
for & with you
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