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 Jun 2020 laura
Jay earnest
fly
 Jun 2020 laura
Jay earnest
fly
all around me are familiar faces  ;     if you step away    be sure to memorize
the voice code, 298 zero and proceed.
  if you must you must
, no time
to   fly
ACTIONS  are done with REASONS
when they kick you out
they have their reasons

When they spit on you
they are jealous of you

You are GOOD then you are GOOD
When they gossip about you
they are afraid of your future achievements

When they ignore you
they are giving you free time to improve on yourself

YOU DON'T HAVE TO CHANGE BECAUSE OF 'THEM'
Life can be a lot frustrating
You can be you if you want to be you
My friends say our love story is now a thing of the past
But you are still with me in the present
I remember when we once talked about our future
But you shattered my heart into infinity.
Love hurts sometimes
 Jun 2020 laura
Caroline Shank
I'm looking for my husband.  He has
disappeared into some place inside
his mind, like a sea creature slides
into a coral bed.

Quick now, here he is for a moment
or an hour.  Like a Robin bobs in
the yard, he is beautiful in his song
before he vanishes into the sky,
flying above or around me.

Are his pieces forever gone? Will
I find a kiss behind my chair meant
for me alone? Will my sorrow erase
the years of love?

I will be brave today.  Tomorrow
I will be the coral he needs. A small
animal in a very large and
strange ocean. .

Caroline Shank
 Jun 2020 laura
Caroline Shank
You left her
on the pale of an old wound. Just When She Needed You Most. It's
true that the world is a flat rockfilled
place.

For years she worked a new garden.
Now the songs
are warped and the plants
won't grow.

Her ramblings stutter.
But  offer
a small breath in her direction
and she dances.

Combien Monsieur for some air
you breathed, for a flower you
grew, flesh to the perfect
old dream?


Caroline Shank
 Jun 2020 laura
Garrett Johnson
A dream I think.

Out of the car.
Up the stairs.
Inside.
Walk around.
There she is.
Talk a min.
Follow.
Get lost.
For even longer.
Been found.
Found a way
Pinkie promise.
For a song.


Garrett Johnson.
Rehash through cyan on a cold Saturday evening.
 Jun 2020 laura
Prerna Singh
The mind left alone with the soul
The soul isolated from fear
Fears itself
 Jun 2020 laura
arsonpoet
The sky twirling at bay,
Melodies of summer in May,
Heat stroking farther, forever
In this oblivious weather,
The wind flies high,
Darkness regretted, Light calls,
To enervate the recreated world,
The maze of life,
Is regrettable,
Unforgettable.
But as summer calls,
So do the loving and dead,
And, thus,
The unforgettable becomes forgettable.
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