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Noor May 28
The wind that blows the soil away
Couldn't blow my scars away.
The wind that sweeps the dirt aside
Couldn't sweep my memories from my mind.

The rain that pours to blossom flowers
Couldn't pour life into my soul's dark hours.
The rain that brings new life to birth
Couldn't bring me strength, or calm my earth.

Yet, in the thunder that scares the night
I find a peace that's my heart's delight.
The thunder's roar, a soothing sound
Becomes my serenity, my heart's profound.

The wind, the rain, the thunder's might
Bring me peace, memories, and a glimmer of light.
hyun May 26
the wind blew a little harder today—
all for a chance to kiss you.
i guess the coldness of days gone by
do not scare you at all.

now I whisper to find you,
in the smallest of cracks,
in the pauses between breaths,
in the vastness of the evening breeze.

nothing could ever make me
stop searching for you.

nor will i ever want to.
Vitæ May 18
The cold end of a knife

is a hail storm—

a biting reminder

of why one cut

runs deeper than disaster.

How loud,

each thundering heartbeat!

How silent,

the fall of a thousand fears.

When your body

is inside the eye of a storm

long enough

for each howl to cut through

everything, then

you’ll know how to breathe

out without bleeding.

When you’re free

of all the things you have seen,

come outside—

the wind

is a dance of good things.

Soft, unsharpened things.

Things that do not ask

to be survived.
Immortality May 26
Waves caress my feet,
ever so gently,
wind murmurs words of love
to me,
the sun kisses my soul
so warmly.

Within this ocean of affection,
my thoughts tremble,
but my heart yearns
to drown deep,
lost in the ebb.
Love yourself~~~~~
(even when life’s a mess, even when you feel unworthy, even when clouds of doubts and fears surround you)

Imagine creating a masterpiece happily, only to hear someone call it ugly and unworthy.
Yeah.... and that's how God and our parents feel when we talk down on ourselves
Zywa May 9
The wind around the

house is restless, I lie still --


but I am restless.
Collection "Local traffic"
Zywa May 7
I park and get out

at the bottom of the **** --


The wind blows my hair.
Novel "Luister" ("Listen", 2023, Sacha Bronwasser), part III, Flo and M. 1987-1989

Collection "Home sea"
Chris Topah Apr 24
Relax
Take heed in the things I know I see
But do you ever//  know it be

Subtract
Little things you know that you don't need
Oh godspeed

And when you stay
You get a feeling that this could be ok
At the end of a day //if even for

For time
Its not a shape its a frame of mind
I might be blind
///

Julie
How bout we meet a little closer to 3
Still need to brush my teeth

Tulips
Did a thing )oh boy) I'm attached to its hips
Mop the floor and so I slip slip slip

Missed call
Try to net a blown breeze had on my knees /see it all
Lennon thinking oh/ please, please me

Need not remind
It'll happen almost every ******* single time
From first to always last in line

//

Scratch nd itch
Sunspots to the date are the things I miss
To live like this

$Pickin up the change to exchange for a blame
that we bought out of shame from another mans pain

Back on track
No skin off my teeth
I am intact
Zywa Apr 23
The wind is humming

low in the deep cave, it sings --


itself less lonely.
Composition "Boete", part 3: "Stoek" ("Penance", part 3: "Trac", 2023, Jan-Bas Bollen), for HyperTheremin and two organs, performed by Jan-Bas Bollen in the Organpark on March 22nd, 2025

Collection "org anp ARK" #105
Charles Apr 19
weathering the typhoon
hoping to see it through
so that I may see you

manning the ship alone
it is anything but easy
in a storm that's far from breezy

on days like this my courage wanes
but your memory gives me a second wind
I pray that you won't leave me behind
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