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π™Όπš’ πšπšŽπšŽπšπš‘ πš‘πšžπš›πš πš πš‘πšŽπš— 𝙸 𝚊𝚝𝚎 πšŒπšŠπš—πšπš’
π™±πšžπš 𝙸 πšπš’πš πš’πš πšŠπš—πš’πš πšŠπš’πšœ
π™±πšŽπšŒπšŠπšžπšœπšŽ πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπšπš’πš–πšŽπšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš™πšŠπš’πš—
-- π™Έπšœ πš πš˜πš›πšπš‘ πšπš‘πšŽ πšœπš πšŽπšŽπšπš—πšŽπšœπšœ

π™Όπš’ πš‘πšŽπšŠπš›πš πš‹πš›πšŽπšŠπš”πšœ πš πš‘πšŽπš— 𝙸 πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπš˜πš—πšŽ
π™±πšžπš 𝙸 πšπš’πš πš’πš πšŠπš—πš’πš πšŠπš’πšœ
π™±πšŽπšŒπšŠπšžπšœπšŽ πšœπš˜πš–πšŽπšπš’πš–πšŽπšœ πšπš‘πšŽ πš‹πš›πš˜πš”πšŽπš— πš‹πš’πšπšœ
πš†πš’πš•πš• πš•πšŽπšŠπš πš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 πš—πšŽπš  πš™πš’πšŽπšŒπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš‹πšŽ πš πš‘πš˜πš•πšŽ πšŠπšπšŠπš’πš—
 Jun 2024 Michael John
Lo
Eye
Contact
Is
A
Dangerous
Thing
.

Dangerous
,
But
Lovely
.
Oh
So
Lovely
.
 May 2024 Michael John
Everforest
Before I am their daughter,
their sister,
their aunt,
niece or cousin,
I am my own person
and
I will not set fire to myself to keep them warm.
 May 2024 Michael John
DAF
If I could sleep until tomorrow
Then I’d be fine
But I couldn't be bothered
The way today is designed
Too pish
Too posh
Too easy to slip
Right back to dreamland is my only wish
A poem a day is not cure,
It's lollipops and green manure,
So hold your nose
And close your eyes,
The smell of cheese,
Is my surprise.
silly moments are just fun
 Apr 2024 Michael John
ross
~

that’s the curious thing
about love;
it cannot be defined.
it cannot be measured
or reasoned with.
it knows no limit
it transcends time
and bridges space;
to love or be loved
or even have been loved
is to exist somewhere, forever.


~
.Loving you
Is a sinking ship
And as I bail water out
You pour bucket after bucket
Right back in
.

.It won't be long now till we're treading water.
Time to embark on another journey
through the islands of words, avoiding
dangerous pitfalls and **** the desire
to look back, knowing well what it means.
And no one wants to go back to the square
one, to auto-da-fe everything what has
made us. We strive for engagement with
the lightβ€”the mother of all lights. The source
of inspiration, the fuel, and the weapon
against the darkest nights spent waiting
for something, knowing that it will never
come. Knowing is evil.

Another day, a mission impossible to complete.
Whether the apple has been eaten, or no,
we would still be dripping this light
on our journey to the unknown.
 Aug 2023 Michael John
caitlan
so many people
have written about the heart.
why not about feet?
no, c'mon guys, i'm serious, it's not-- no i'm being serious, this isn't--
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