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 Apr 2022 Zoe Mae
My Dear Poet
It was only meant to be one letter
and now compiled into a book
a volume of times I’d say I love you
and the pages of poems it took
It was only meant to be one reader
now the world can’t get enough
a New York Times best seller
the unabridged letters of our love
 Apr 2022 Zoe Mae
nivek
forensic is best left to the scientist
(they generally have access to a lab and all the equipment necessary)
a mind to enquire of things way-out of normal eyesight
and a feel for all things scientific.
But having said all that,
a tab of good acid will produce some good results also.
 Mar 2022 Zoe Mae
Aishu
All I Need
 Mar 2022 Zoe Mae
Aishu
A book in my hand
With a view of the blue sky
That is all I need.
Colored clouds in the sky,
Bird nests held by the trees,
Only if I could reach that high,
I would swirl the sky to make a cotton      candy tree,
Flowers growing ground up,  
All the baby birds nestled in their cribs made of floss,
Incredible spiders on the ground, Then they go round and round,
  in webs that look like invisible rainbow gloss,  
Mother Nature does love,
I love her from the lowest to the highest  above.
-Author Ven J Arnold
Nature is mine but most of all I belong to Mother Nature. I just can't get enough.
 Mar 2022 Zoe Mae
Edmund black
impossible
If I can love
With a broken heart

If I can smile
With a broken mind

Then I can fly
With a broken wing

Fly I will,
Fly
I
Will
Be dark but not
too dark.

Be tortured but not
so tortured
that it tortures me.

The thick of it all
is wearing me thin.
I know that you're broken,
but where have you been?

Be everything I want.
Be everything I need.
I love what's in your blood.
I can't stand how much you bleed.

Be dark but not
too dark.
 Mar 2022 Zoe Mae
My Dear Poet
Trying to get my  .                                across
 Mar 2022 Zoe Mae
Steve Page
Stupid
 Mar 2022 Zoe Mae
Steve Page
Something is better
than nothing
Nothing is better
than stupid
Stupid is just
stupid
 Mar 2022 Zoe Mae
Aaron
dream
 Mar 2022 Zoe Mae
Aaron
remember our rooftops
cities sink into the sea
the color green
do you remember when
we sold our dream
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