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 Jul 2019 Yenson
Azulene Azulia
Was I made from a broken vessel?
Why is my life like a jigsaw puzzle?
 Jul 2019 Yenson
Crown Shyness
Who can I be
Everyone hates me
They try to be friends
But I don’t trust them
"I'm kind of a hypocrite. My words are so contradicting and my sentences don't have anything in common."
I wrote this relative to my feelings of anxiety around others in the past. I felt incredibly self-conscious and felt as though no one really liked me back then. I had friends but I also had my doubts sometimes.
 Jul 2019 Yenson
Lake
hello, computer
how does it feel
when everything's real
is it the future
or still the past
and will this last

the monotony changed
things are not the same
my plain and simple ways
seemed to have gone away

what is left
and what is right
what is dark
and what is light

the more i think
the less i know
it seemed so simple
oh, so long ago
 Jul 2019 Yenson
Kurt Philip Behm
Is death the price of truth…

“The light shining brightest
that shines at the end”

Is death the price of truth…

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
 Jul 2019 Yenson
Melissa Rose
Bathe in the infinite waves
of stillness
linger here with no time
as no thing
be as you are intended;
the expansion of everything
the image of nothing
7/4/19
 Jul 2019 Yenson
Juhlhaus
O black toad,
Sage of the sodden floor,
Grant me your stoicism
As I go my labored way.
And may you prosper,
Consume legions, grow fat;
Yet deftly elude all
Who would do you injury.
A tribute to the noble toad of the Northwoods.
 Jul 2019 Yenson
Kurt Philip Behm
Is a lie in its intention,
or its desired end result

Is deception ever lessened,
if the harm is never felt

Can you skate by blame or judgment,
if your evil plans then fail

Or are you even more at fault
—when you lie to no avail

(St. Davids Pennsylvania: June, 2019)
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