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 Feb 2023 Eloisa
chang
worry, has memorized my name.
it says it every night
and makes it hard for me to sleep.
i memorized the name of my worries.
i say it every night.
my heart was never ready
for the burden of names.
my mind collects these sounds,
until it softens into delicate murmurs.
someday, i will have to unlearn them.
until it becomes a dead language
i have forgotten to speak.
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
blank
Alone in the dark,
My tears are the only spark.
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 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Salmabanu Hatim
Is like living caged in your mind.
14/2/2023
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Maria Mitea
sometimes love is like a superficial vein full of varicose,
swollen, twisted,
stretched to unsightly, non-existent,
unbearable
sometimes love is a venous collapse that leads to the reduction of veins
cold-blooded, skilled surgeons, we'll remove it like the longest vein
without the leg being affected,
only the blood that has passed through it will slowly change its course
and the saphena, available, will patch a coronary bypass,
pointing at her with our fingers, we'll shout: look at her, she wears a crown,
she became queen too

*dear, who will turn the blood from your sole to your thigh again
when our love will be only a second-degree relative,
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Ayesha
It is you for me
Through the summer winds
The winter winds
And colours else
That may curl and go

I linger there
I touch your hair
Two sweethearts
In the good blue room
Tip-toeing
Like my brush
And twisting
Like yours

Two painters
In simple linen
Turpentine, like
Your hair
It is you for me
13/02/2023

For Khadija
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
sandra wyllie
are big and worn. I've worn them
since I was born. None can
fit in them. They only are my size. I've
worn them in sunrise and rain,

through beatings and days
I was drained. I danced in moonlight
singing a song all night. I walked the
floor in them wiping baby's

phlegm. I soiled then in my garden,
and the day I starred in woman
*****. They shaped all I was. Saw me
through menopause. They're filled with holes

and old. But even unraveled
have sole. I cannot trade them in. I'll only die
in them. None can fill my shoes. Even if
they choose to have a shot. It just isn't their lot.
Tears run dry
A Soul left to sigh
A Heart thats broken inside
Days pass by
Dreams all but die
Waiting for life
Silence seeks
Hope that leaves
A mind left to speak
Nights can not keep
Dreams that weeps
Begging for sleep

How did i lose my way
Why has time erased
To journey on
All hope now is gone
All not lost yet nothing won

Light leads the way
All we realy have
Is yesterday
Today have come
But soon will be gone
And tomorrow is not
Ours to hang too on

How did i lose my way
Why has time erased
To journey on
All hope now is gone
All not lost yet nothing won
All not lost
Yet nothing
to
Be
   won...
🙏
 Feb 2023 Eloisa
Carlo C Gomez
~
Two kinds of horizon
Pausing for connection
Fingers covering the sun
The place between your *******

Talk amongst the trees
Reflections on falling leaves
Your voice in other rooms
There's something you're not saying

Clouds of flowers
Sounds of bells
A halo of electric bulbs
The worn surface of a heart
I loved you on this day

~
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