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Emma Jul 2023
so empty despite
the grains and flow of the milk
i hunger once more
3 years since i posted anything, my bad.
  May 2022 Emma
Amanda Kay Burke
Roses red
Violets blue
You are as stubborn as a donkey
I still love you
A late valentine's poem
  Dec 2020 Emma
Dan Hess
Existence is surrender.
Resistance is surrender.

As all is meant to be,
because it is.

You cannot resist what is.
To resist is meant to be.

To resist is what is.
To resist is to surrender.
  Dec 2020 Emma
Dan Hess
Billowing,
in ethereal winds,
untethered from my earthly coil.
I am cloud bursts
in concentric separation:
gossamer pulsation.

Suspended
in heaven’s piercing light,
dissipating as I capitulate,
unfurling in my flight;
to coalesce and integrate
with this splendiferous bright.

Heave, I, immense a zephyr,
pressing mine unto the grand expanse;
entranced by all that’s shifting
on the likeness of all, being,
wherein heartstrings resonate
with the vibrations of creation.
  Dec 2020 Emma
Dan Hess
There is a certain comfort
in the sound of trees
dancing in the breeze,
mingling their leaves,
stuck in the ground
but tasting
what it means to be free.
  Dec 2020 Emma
Dan Hess
Where am I? Who am I? Why am I?

Sol. Soul. Sole.
  Sep 2020 Emma
Francie Lynch
I was tricked into believing
This is my world.
There are too many signs
That can't be ignored.
It's certainly not my old world.
No, not my world at all.
Not the one I inherited,
And not the world I'll leave you.
And I'm so sorry for the mess we're in.
I'm sorry I'm made of carbon,
I'm changing,
I could be a diamond still.
Tip of the hat to the Wicked Witch of the West for the title.
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