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 Mar 2020 pistachio
Sarah s
Oh, when the dawn is nearing,
And the voices of the night,
Are disappearing.
And,
The stillness of the night,
disrupted by,
The seeping daylight.

If I were to die,
Would the clouds weep,
screaming in thunder.
Would the earth break,
shaking in anger.
Will the world care?
And forget laughter,
Or will it all be just another,
thereafter.
  
I water the seeds of sorrow,
with my tears.
Flooding the soils,
With all my fears.

Your promise daunts me…
When the dark comes creeping
And the night feels strong
When the stars can’t guide you
I will come along.

Well I don’t think I belong,
and living seems so wrong.

If only you knew,
I m still waiting for you.
I look to,
the vast blue,
Beyond me.
Such a beautiful view,
The ocean.
 Mar 2020 pistachio
Rupert Pip
gore
 Mar 2020 pistachio
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 Mar 2020 pistachio
lX0st
I will dance
And I will spin
Until the room blurs
And the lightless gaps
Between swaying bodies
Absorb my ache
And longing

I will twist
And I will wring
Dizzily releasing
Whatever still clings
To my depleting soul
And replace it with champagne

And I will dance
 Mar 2020 pistachio
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
 Mar 2020 pistachio
Napolis
Still water
resting
at the
bottom
of a
Pacific ocean
tide
pool,

reflections
of you
in my
mind
in the
Sunday
morning
light.

sometimes
I can imagine
I hear you
laughter
carried in
harmony
to me
on a
a salt-kissed
circling
wind.

and I
sit for
a moment
and smile.

I always
smile.

it is
a giving
thing that
you do.

your gentle
manner
of truth
and innocence.

I can always
feel it
there in
you eyes...

you are


where
good  poets
go to
die.
 Mar 2020 pistachio
Sandoval
Sea
 Mar 2020 pistachio
Sandoval
Sea
You said you

were made to

swim free;

but, my darling

I'm a harbor not

the sea..


*Sandoval
 Mar 2020 pistachio
veronica
i wasn't born to create some poems
for you
but why am i doing this
is it because i'm into you?

really into you
there is no other for me
Dead roses
I never threw them out
let them stay like this
then it'll be like our love
dead and left behind
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