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Is there any buddy out there?

Am I the only one?

Could this be the end?

Is this site said and done?

Shall I post 1 million words and read them to myself

Shall I write 1 million poems and place them on a shelf

Within the womb
With in the mother
Have I yet to discover
Light beyond the darkness
Forcing me to breathe
Is there anybody out there
Or am I all alone
Life is but a dream
We cannot control
A curve sign in my poem has spoken..
To make a pause between our stories..
Between you and me are asking each other..
Are you still there..?
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 5h Annette

Fears to be asleep

in a dreamless place

forever bound

in darkness deep

beneath cold ground

I weep, I weep-

December 18, 2019
“Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music.
And death a note unsaid.”
― Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems
 5h Annette
Will wrinkle dreams

like wrinkle skin

someday dried up and die?

Oh time,

unkind you take

my dreams are gone,

awaiting dawn

awake, awake.

Jan 2, 2020
“Something is gone.
My sleeping capsule, my red and blue zeppelin
Drops me from a terrible altitude.
Carapace smashed,
I spread to the beaks of birds.”
― Sylvia Plath, Ariel
 7h Annette
the great orange orb came to visit
rolled over the sea

we met there, in the light
a prayer on our lips-
(for goodness sake).
 7h Annette
We silently communicate
in the middle of chaos
Understanding one another
With true love between our souls
As we embrace each other in the solitude
 7h Annette
Petals dry and withered
The once pastel blush, now pale
Given up your thirst for rain
... you fall
Petal after
Once, beautiful petal
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