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Here it comes
Here it goes
Something to show for it
Heaven Knows
The kiss that lingered
The smile that continues on
Here it comes
Here it goes
What do you suppose?
Here it comes
There it goes
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 3:44 PM UTC
dear e,
perhaps i misjudged you. well, i did. it's all my fault. i wonder what i did to you sometimes. why do you still talk to me? did me ghosting hurt less than her? did i always mean less to you?
i know i'll never know. i'm sorry.
love,
ren
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 8:52 PM UTC
there it was, floating in the air,
A pink balloon, tied to my chair.
"Pop me!!!", it said,
but a caution voice was in my head.
A pin magically appeared on the chair,
its point was fine and coloured in care.
My hand reached out to pick it up
But my muscle ceased and i was stopped.
i turned away and i started to walk,
but then i heard the screeching of chalk.
my eyes had made me come to see
the scariest monstrosity.
"Boo!!", i woke up in a scream
all of it was just a dream.
The pink balloon that was floating in the air,
was tied with a present and placed on my chair.
By: Mrs. A.N.R.H Edwards
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
it's not so fun to be made of lead,
they sharpen the tip of your head
then you're no longer needed
when you're short and almost dead.
they write with you, they erase your effort,
it's more fun to be a pen,
at least you wouldn't be chewed on
when you're used by office men.
it's not so fun but at least you draw
and you're easy to erase,
you're more important than you believe,
you can be used in many ways.
but who wants to be a pencil
with such a short ife?
and when you can't be neatly trimmed,
they bruise you with a knife.
By: Mrs. A.N.R.H Edwards
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 1:13 PM UTC
Ciechi d’amore, mai ciechi di cuore
Si può essere ciechi d’amore,
perdersi in uno sguardo,
nelle parole sussurrate,
nei battiti che confondono la mente.
L’amore a volte acceca,
illumina troppo,
o spegne tutto ciò che non vogliamo vedere.
E ci lasciamo guidare da un’emozione
che ci travolge.
Ma il cuore…
il cuore non mente mai.
Vede attraverso le ombre,
riconosce ciò che è vero,
sa distinguere il dolore dalla luce,
la presenza dalla mancanza.
Si può essere ciechi d’amore,
ma mai ciechi di cuore.
Perché il cuore conosce la strada,
anche quando gli occhi si perdono.
Masi Roberto © 2025
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 8:01 PM UTC
My scars re-open,
Every time I hear your name,
I wish that they would just heal.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 12:58 PM UTC
My first fantasy was a Vargas print
of a brunette in stockings and a garter belt.
She kept me at attention for a year or two
and I still see her at 72 and miss her.
Pantyhose killed a world of lust.
We hate you Allen E. Gant Sr.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 9:41 PM UTC
More than five years ago you stormed my world
My entire existence you overturned
Your presence then kinda gave me hope
That one day to freedom I could elope
I stared at you almost everyday
A word to me you never really did say
You I loved, me you despised
And I decided to live in my lies
A smile here, a wave there
And watch my sanity disappear
You'll never know what you meant to me
And now you'll never know, so leave me be
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 10:53 AM UTC
I drove the 57 Chevy
family station wagon
to my first real date
to the posh East side
too fast don't be late.
Met mom and dad
she liked my cologne
hasty exit to be alone
so we could be bad
bench seats our bed
puzzle bra distressed
I calmed as I was fed
inches in secret garden
we screamed as we bled.
Aug 8, 2024
Aug 8, 2024 at 9:57 PM UTC
Dance me when they are all weeping
Dance me to the sound of their grief
Dance me naked, pitiful, ordinary
Polished a wood to hold the mirror
Polished a mirror to hold the world
Polished a world to hold me, O
Simple acosmist, dance me thoughtless
To the edge of your thoughts
Dip me faithful, into disbelief
Dip me, trick me, pull me back
Taste the constant revolution
Brooding in me, taste the brood too
Senseless word, tasteless art
Taste that too. Startle, stumble,
Startle me thus - O dimmed Daedalus
Craft me wings, craft me the sun too.
Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 2:00 AM UTC
REPOST:
A new study seems to think
alien signals could be emitting
from the heart of the Milky Way,
attempting to make contact
with humankind.
The study focuses on the use of data
from a groundbreaking mission
known as the Breakthrough
Listen Investigation
for Periodic Spectral Signals
(BLIPSS),
Earth's system looking out
for outworldly life.
~~
Please dear E.T's mine beloved
Return now it's time
take us the open-minded home.
At Last Stand by me
and What a wonderful world
I miss you love you.
~~~
Jun 6, 2023
Jun 6, 2023 at 6:45 PM UTC
it is not emergency but so
merging epic getting-in to
" T M A L M " episode 2
were
reminiscing and heading
on the way too,
right inside the ride
where
i picked packed boom,
as i rewrite my old poem
entitled tic tac toe
wears
a single syllabication
of chosen words' lyricism
narrated from start to end and
bears
a no beware bars set up
until i care to dare
the bottom bares on top !
fear
neither nobody nor elses foes
and heaven knows good son
who does one hell of a bad
near
unproven bundled doses of unrhymed
lines made by those unarmed farmers
gonewild with unarmored poetries .
T E A R ! ! !
h r r e
r a r p
o s i e
u u v a
g r e t
h e s s
Jul 3, 2022
Jul 3, 2022 at 10:29 AM UTC
Our ideas are bullet proof
they can't be shot nor destroyed
our ideas eject upwards like fireworks from special volcanic places releasing pressure creating new places in nature and being magnetic with our treasures found we manifest
our true nature with lovers imaginations;
for in love and war all is valid,
if love is the means the beginning
and the end.
There's no room for shyness
maybe a bit self consciousness
and we never feel pressured..
Sometimes after the honey moon
the groom becomes shy
with the brides implossive ideas.
And who knows what the loss
if we can't decifer it nor read
its melancholic kinesis
radiance timely.
I surrender only to true love.
~~~~
By An- Karijinbba.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 4:14 AM UTC
She's risen coarse on rusted tracks,
through sandy loam, a summer sheen.
Rainbows are but colour barracks,
fair violet, through verdant green.
Through sandy loam, a summer sheen
sparked exile of Fall's fleeting mist.
Fair violet, through verdant green,
adds tint to sun in pigment grist.
Exile sparked in Fall's fleeting mist,
cleared light, silky ivory.
Adds tint to sun in pigment grist,
silhouette of this noble tree.
Cleared light, silky ivory
are petals cast in modest mould.
Silhouette of this noble tree,
tattered leaves, raging wind unfold.
Petals cast in a modest mould
are magi of summer solstice.
Tattered leaves, raging wind unfold
simply envy of breezy fleece.
Magi of the summer solstice,
Purple blush on sun dipped petals.
Raging envy of breezy fleece,
Scalding wind that scarcely settles.
Purple blush on sun dipped petals
Rainbows are but colour barracks.
Scalding wind that scarcely settles,
she rises coarse on rusted tracks.
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 3:47 PM UTC
Single story
Raining Pouring
Window broken
Hearts are storming
Lifeless floating
Stopping nothing
Everything going
Raining pouring
Raining pouring
Gone.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 5:50 AM UTC
Whispers I sent out to dawn latched
on to the solitary sun to trail
the arc of a common time
in a sky the hue of gold in grass.
The land leans on the baobab
in a dust storm of wheels and lenses.
Wheels and lenses.
When the dust settles, I will dust
my shuka and the goats will return
home, to comfort my eyes that flow
the spate of the Great Ruaha,
seeping secretly into the baobab
I have chores to do, a shuka to ****
A shuka to ****
Will they buy the beads I strung
as I rocked Naeku on my back,
to make circles of day and circles
of night, as wide as the baobab,
in the colour of clouds, the colour of sky.
There's colour to stars in a darkened night.
A darkened night.
Killeleshua is fragrant in thousand leaves
Am I not worth more than thirteen Zebu?
The watering hole was flecked in hippos
and the firewood is the colour of dusk
abundantly generous as the baobab
Time, a viscous passing of the sweetest honey.
The sweetest honey.
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 11:35 AM UTC
And the knowledge of the hedgerow plant, I found embedded in leaf veins ... like in mine, etched along blue lines of a notebook. In the ripples on the remnants of water that pooled, before the mudflats claimed them are the striations of ol'butot near Naivasha. His stories tell of caves, a gleaming obsidian of a pre historic introspection. Do forty day fasts suffice to exorcise the springs of sulphur or the forced baptism of a flash flood washing six souls to Hades ? The sun glinted at me through a narrowness of fate, a gorge of interminable seconds and I marvelled at the strata of time in a warp, for it blurted out a moan.
Love spoke in nuanced layers of molten flow that crawled to stillness. Can I not say that stone speaks? A couple of hundred years back in time, self titled discoverers had seen land that had not been unseen by the thousands who lived for thousands until then. So yes, the strata spoke to me, like the striations in the leaves and the lines that were everywhere telling stories of interminable seconds. Time grooves like a death valley in an engraving, etched like a memory of that which has never been, ripples on sand, circles on water,
Apr 12, 2021
Apr 12, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
The girl caught in the wire
Knows the right way and shows fiery pride
Instead, of taking the sunshine and more
Clasping the delicate rays with her parched palms
Leaving desolate prisoners inside
A dark day made only of steel cages
They will let in the light, those lying in the shadow
It's blazing outside, it is bright
Cold waters will calm, then turn the tide
Soon the cursed world will die
Women can see the sun when it swallows the earth
It is a ball of hope saving them from guns and guards
Their dreams will turn to ashes
Mothers with empty wombs love them just the same
To them their daughters haven't seen the rain
The sun grins from behind grey clouds and sighs
Soon, freedom will come within their reach, fast
And these daughters will get stuck deeper
The dream slips faster than sand in an hourglass
They deserve love from the depths of hell itself
Until one of them dies by the bullet or ****** disease
They don't belong to them, do they?
These pigs moan if their houses are made of gold
The white men want oil fields with them working
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 3:03 PM UTC
Aside the tiers of which she tolls in tears.
Holds her upon her hair.
Crumbled beneath her ***
With grief out of disconcord.
As she refused to take charge.
But he continued to pounce on.
The pain, the grief, the blame, all she gets on.
His thrusting showed a haste.
And a threatened, horror taste.
Force ****** isn't that a waste?
Like the itching troubled paste.
Justice ceased to favour
Her cries, but insult does.
As quick as she's now a *****
A ***** Such inhumane
Justice out-insult in; our new normal.
Not again will she cry in vain.
Not again will grief runs through her veins.
Not again will she endures the pain.
Because she now stands to be the main.
And **** a disheartened effort with no gain.
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 3:06 AM UTC
JEALOUS
Poem lyrics dedicated to Karkjinbba
in memory of pjc-rkrdd interstellar
Traveler on another mission.
~~~~~~
'm jealous of the rain
That falls upon your skin
It's closer than my hands have been
I'm jealous of the rain
worshipping in ground as you may walk on splattering all down
I'm Jealous of the waves at sea that rock your boat with her not me
spilling out on you our old wine reserved for us to spill on each others unintended wounds
I'm jealous of the wind
That ripples through
your clothes;
the exotic perfume aromas
you bought for me alone
but now she wears.
along with my diamond heart ring.
I'm Jealous of the way she combes her hair each night
looking in our ancient
mirrored vanity desk
While you looking at her
moon light to guide
may you look at me
my stary constellation
sky high glide
I am jealous of the tennis rocket
you swing to her meant
to swing back to me
Darling;
it's closer than your shadow
left behind to comfort me.
Oh, I'm jealous of the air you breathe in the same room, with her alone dancing to songs
and tunes meant for us two alone
on your master lovely bedroom;
moving dancing rdd/bba style!
Still I wish you the best
all this world could give
Love of my life.
I wouldn't sacrifice my love and life for you again though;
instead, I would, earn your love,
right back forgive me sweet love divine elite great among great,
peace be with you
As I told you when you left
In every lifetime for another girl,
you leave me
all I wanted was an airline ticket
to fly to you in Carol Lumbard's skin
Dear runner mine
poverty was my foe I couldn't chase.
but I always thought you'd come back,
or even pick me up
on your limousine
for a joyful ecstacy filled ride!
Telling me all you found without me was heartbreak and misery!
Because darling that's all I found
without you.
It's hard for me to say,
I'm jealous of the way
You're h a p p y without meeee.
I'm jealous of the nights
That I don't spend with you
watching the billion stars from our bedroom bed with your patpapa
Aquarius and my Aries telescope.
I'm wondering
who you lay next to!
Oh, I'm jealous of those sacred nights.
I'm jealous of the love
your love that was all mine
gone for someone else to share.
I'm jealous of the love
cause I wished you too
the very best
all this world could give.
~~~~~~~
For Karijinbba
By: Kear and Natalie Hemby.
06-11-2020
Copy Rights.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
I'm sorry.
You'd like to be evil...
You want to hurt people.
You think it's fun.
Evil people get to have all the fun...?
You want power.
You want control.
...You're broken. A record that can be read as clear as day.
You don't know true evil.
If you'd like an example, all you'd have to do is ask.
You're afraid to be simple...
But you're nothing but simple.
And that's ok.
Stop trying so hard to be alien for ***** sake.
You're destroying yourself...and that will only hurt you and those you love.
You need to be dismantled, so that you can be built back up...and stronger.
Your foundation is built on resentment. Destruction.
Bitterness.
You call the darkness your friend. But the darkness wants to eat you, and digest you. You're afraid of the light.
What would we see if it was shining on you?
Simple, a broken art piece.
But that's ok. That's enough. You are good enough as that. We all are broken art pieces. And we all are unique, but ironically not any better than anyone else
So accept yourself. I'm right here with you. Always have been, even if you can't see me. And I will be there with you, to build you up. You deserve a friend who will be there for the better you. We all do, when we're ready to accept them.
Now wake up, pat your knees, do a stretch. Let's do this adventure, but together.
I need a friend, and I believe you're more than enough.
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 2:33 AM UTC
What is about the wind that comforts or troubles one
The constant howling as it bends and swirls through barriers
Trees waving their branches as it engulfs and swallows them up
Moving water past their natural breaks
Changing the landscape of deserts like a painter with his canvas
Sand dunes creating new and ever-shifting raw formations
And when it ends...
The silence is unexpected and so, so quiet
Brian Hill - 2019 # 326
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 9:00 AM UTC