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There are questions in her eyes she won't say.
There are tears in her eyes she won't let out.
There are thoughts she can't share.
There are secrets she has to keep.
There are smiles that finds it way to her face, she let it.
There are emotions she tell her heart to feel, there are times she had fallen but that doesn't keep her from seeking redemption.
Bury the hurt
to get over the pain
As memory relines
with forgiveness again

Bury the past
for new light to break through
With darkness abandoned
—your spirit anew


(Las Vegas: January, 2022)
 Feb 2022 MuseumofMax
Zywa
Dad never writes me,

oh dear, I start forgetting --


to be forgotten.
"Vindeling" ("Findling", 2019, Vonne van der Meer)

Collection "VacantVoid"
Dinner by candlelight
underneath the stairs, down
in the bomb shelter,
dancing to love, peace, and paranoia.
An evening called quiet
resentment, where there's
canned goods and children's games,
Duck & Cover,
or if you prefer,
Heimlich Maneuver.
Then little sleepy heads
go gently into their bunkered beds.
They might not outlive
the threat, but
the plan has a half-life of a chance.
When I think of love I think
of my favorite movie playing on screen,
the song I can't get out of my head,
jumping up and down on my bed,
staring out the window riding shotgun,
strawberry ice cream under the sun,
climbing to the top of a tree,
building sandcastles by the sea,
hugs from my bestest friends,
of never wanting this feeling to end.
I don't like the structure of it bc it feels too redundant but idk!!! I wanna write free verse but I can't!!!
 Jan 2022 MuseumofMax
Shaun Yee
The throaty croaks of the after-rain frogs,
Hidden in the damp dark garden,
Calling and answering one to other,
While a few creatures silently listen,
The water drops linger on dampened leaves,
And the night crickets add their say,
In some fireflies' lights they glisten,
A finishing touch after a rainy day.
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