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 Jun 21 rick
Pavin Daniel
Life a coins toss
In seconds lifes loss
Oh what doth it cause
Life brought to a pause
Answers where to seek
For lo we humans meek
In seconds heart beats end
A message Tis life doth send

Pavin
Sometimes when we are at a wrong time at a wrong place
 Jun 21 rick
Sean Maloney
I’m running out of words to write,
But it’s not because I’m out of ideas.
I talk to you in poetry,
Each message containing a memorable line,
One that I could paste here,
But feels too personal- too real to record.

But I’m still here,
The Sean you fell for,
The Sean you can’t stop falling for.
I’m just adapting,
Learning to say the things I want to say,
Instead of posting them.
Its not an adventure if everything goes according to plan.

#drunkenramblingsofamadman
 Jun 21 rick
somedumbbitch
I would give you, almost anything,

for the borders, to close.
For our separate galaxies,
to inch, and crawl, ever closer,

winding and unwinding
around each other,
like the red thread of fate,
rocking gently, on twin spools.

I would give up, almost everything,

for my lifeline, to unravel,

if only...

to retangle, around yours,
in a closed,
but infinite loop.

I would give you my all,
my everything

For the distance,
between us...
to vanish.
For the spaces around us,
to suture themselves, together,
and heal,
like gaping wounds.

For the sublime favor,
of feeling you shine down, on me,
in a way no other, could do.

To see all your love,
reflected, in your mirrored irises,
and know that no one,
stands before, or behind me.

And I'd sell my own soul,
without a second thought
just to hear you say

That I'm your one,
your only love,
and no other
could ever

do.
 Jun 20 rick
dropwort
I find it funny
when I really think I own my life,
but reality-
she always finds a way to wake me up
from my dream world
just to tell me that my wings were cutoff long ago...
 Jun 20 rick
badwords
I do not know your name—
only your silhouette
etched in the echo of things I was not given.
Your absence was my alphabet.
I spelled every woman with your ghost.


They loved me.
But I loved you through them.
Your hands behind their voices.
Your eyes haunting their praise.
They were flesh, and I was kneeling.


I made gods of strangers.
I made homes of hunger.


Mother—not mother.
Lover—not lover.
I could not hold the difference.
They all became symbols
and I became a shrinekeeper,
tending lies with tenderness.


Forgive me,
those I touched but never saw.
I was trying to reach through you
and forgot you were not them.
And they were not you.
None of you asked for this altar.


I am dismantling the myth.
I am returning the light.
 Jun 20 rick
Kay Lyn
They say I'm a "Summer babe " ☀️

All the summers my memories have
wonderful friends, funny friends and family -
we laugh so hard we actually cry lol 😆
beach days 🏖️
movie nights 🎞️
that one friend with the worst pick up lines for the ladies to get a date 🤣 Lol
We love you always

- Kay Lyn ©
 Jun 20 rick
Germaine
Skin
 Jun 20 rick
Germaine
Tell me about your painting
how it adorns your skin,
call it art,
as your flesh rips apart,
the blood soon sinks in.

Tell me about the constellations,
about the ripples in the waves.
Let my finger trace your arms
gently,
guiding through the stars
as you turn your face away.

Let the night be one,
together we can be as dark as the setting sun.
Let me kiss my lips, to your scars
memories flow jaggedly, afar.
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