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 Aug 13 Aishu
Ciel Noir
words pull strings
and evoke the shape of things
there are no words for
Sun is going out
white lily sad hangs head
unseen tears blurred view.



Shell✨🐚
The world in mourning.
 Aug 13 Aishu
Rebecca
The Poet
 Aug 13 Aishu
Rebecca
The poet is an architect
he constructs sentences.

The poet is a cook
he mixes words.

The poet is a philosopher
he reflects on what he writes.

The poet is a student
he learns words.

But above all.

The poet has no definition
he defines himself.
 Aug 13 Aishu
Traveler
I don’t get lonely, solitude is my best friend. I do like to visit every now and then.
I don’t behave the way I use to, just to be one of the gang.
I don’t need a “that a boy!” I’m no longer looking for my status quo of fame.
My old friends don’t understand me, something about me has changed.
I’m no longer interested in pretending we’re all at the same stage.
Traveler Tim
 Aug 13 Aishu
Ciel Noir
Steel
 Aug 13 Aishu
Ciel Noir
my fear
beats its trembling wings

at the cage
I try to keep it in

fear
turns into swift sharp rage

when danger
steps into the ring

when will I learn?

what is not real
binds me tight
with anxiety

but when the threat is clear
I turn to steel

and I can't feel my fear
 Aug 13 Aishu
guy scutellaro
across my face.

I saw spring coming
in the meadow
where the wildflowers
whisper to the wind.

found freedom on a snowcapped mountain top,

smiled to the child offering violets
cradled in her tiny hands

and when she smiles to me

her joy ripples like sunlight
across the sea of love.

the curtain is lifted.

the soul becomes visible

(always in the wild places
in my heart.)
 Aug 13 Aishu
Tymeri Hinkley
The moon calls to me tonight—
I cannot resist her charms.
I slip beyond the confines of my room
To let the evening soak into my soul.

A full moon spills her silver light,
Darkness braided with her glow.
Rocky earth crunches beneath my feet,
Each step alive with sound and scent.

The high desert hums its song:
Stars glimmer, coyotes cry.
A noisy stillness fills the air,
As daylight’s brightness fills the sky.

My heaven is green grass,
And scent of sagebrush and hay.
I belong in this moonlit nirvana,
Where constellations burn like fire.
 Aug 4 Aishu
zainab
ocean
 Aug 4 Aishu
zainab
i want to dissolve into the ocean waves
               lose what little identity i have
the soft splashing
the high tides
                      will death be my liberator
                 from this endless suffocation
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