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 Apr 2019 tranquil
Skylight
I am the girl no one knows.
The one who enters and exits the room in silence.
The one whose story is unknown and dull.
I am the girl no one knows.
The one whose voice sings in empty rooms and dances in the darkness of the night.
I am the girl whose lips have never been touch.
The girl whose hands have never been held.
I am the girl no one knows.
The one with a story paint by emotions and memories.
The girl with a future waiting to be painted, and a life waiting to be drawn.
I am the girl no one knows.
I have loved.
I have cried.
I have hurted.
I have been broken and belittle.
Made a warrior from the start.
Walked among strangers standing tall like a mountain.
I am the girl walking forward in this life.
The one who one day everyone will remember, but still wonder who she was.
 Apr 2019 tranquil
Jamesb
Moments
 Apr 2019 tranquil
Jamesb
How many precious
Moments have we
Shared you and I,
Circling one another in
Lives semi linked in friendship?

How many looks matched
With almost physical violence,
One gaze crashing into the other
One soul's glazing
Locked upon another

Then smashed asunder
As concious thought returns
And proprietary mores
Wrench back control
From softening hearts,

How many of these over the
Years we've known?
I know not yet even as I half
Think these lines our souls
Link again
 Apr 2019 tranquil
emma jane
After letting go I have found,
It is the fear of falling,
That hurts more than
the ground.
 Apr 2019 tranquil
CK Baker
It’s all you’ve ever seen
in a midnight’s dream
the zero sum games
and exorcised demons
asinine plunges
on tunkwa brides
phantom fingers cradling
the ragged red dress

shadow hands
clasp at the floodgates
lava fields boil
through scorched amber veins
needles pierce
the look out
where flames dance wildly
over boneyard grounds

deep red pedestals
behind bleeding walls
empty halls and doorways
throughout the sinful nest
bulging eyes and blood rush
in a dark crimson sky
a funeral, before I die
 Apr 2019 tranquil
Onoma
Mirror Wars
 Apr 2019 tranquil
Onoma
we ought to call

perception: mirror wars.

how one comes to reflect

on something, with incalculable

prior reflections--and vice versa.

a red apple turnt purple.

which's why the oft asked question:

where are you coming from with

this?

crops up, alienates and stumps

conversation the world over.
 Apr 2019 tranquil
Onoma
Jacob's up on his

ladder--painting

my city grey today.

He's got three

cigarettes in his mouth--

and a pint of Jack

in his back pocket.

Some little neighborhood

***** keeps kicking his

ladder, as he flips him

the bird.

needless to say, the paint

job's coming out terrible.

globs and streaks all over

the ******* place.
 Dec 2018 tranquil
Seema
Love me like other
Under the dimming shy sky
Life be born again


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