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The Sound of your Paws
Jumping up at the windows and Doors.

The wagging of your donut shaped Tail.
lts fast enough To set Sail.

your eyes are so bright and full of glee.
I Love seeing you so Happy to see me.

Your dangling tongue is bouncing To The right,
seeing you makes my mood feel bright.

The licks and Kisses show your love,
now I know what love is made of

you give me the Best welcome home greeting, My heart swell and Start fast beating

I'll never get sick of this feeling,
you help my head and heart with healing
The best welcome comes from my pug.
Bree Jul 22
His arm is over my waist as I sleepily adjust.
Bristles of an old, worn curtain against my hip.
I can feel that.
That scratchy cloth barely grazing my thigh made me feel more alive. I knew I had to be alive.
No way I’m dead.
I would like to be the first ghost who feels a breeze.
Anais Vionet Jul 20
I have a confession to make. I’m a trust fund baby
and a member of the educated Elite.

In my defense, I'm a newcomer in both categories.
I got my trust fund at 18 and graduated Yale University this year.

I was a double major, at university, in biochemistry and celibacy,
until as a sophomore, I met this tall, handsome, awkward, disheveled, physicist in a coffee shop and knavishly schemed my way into his life.
(He insists that he knavishly schemed his way into my life.)

Let’s get poetic-ish..

I said,
“Let’s start a flirtationship
abstract, immaterial and fun.
We have a little chemistry - an interesting.. tension.
Could we just have an involvement and not read into it?
Something  friction free, hands free, germ free, and guilt free?
Let's get a pizza, don't worry, I'm paying."


Of course, that was a lie.
I had designs, I wanted him in the utmost
and honestly, when do I not get what I want?

"I was by far the knavishist." I admitted.
"Then you don't know knavishEST.," he responded, shaking his head 'no'.
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songs for this:
Honeypie by JAWNY
Really Saying Something by Bananarama & Fun Boy Three
Hanging On the Telephone by Blondie
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 07/20/25:
Utmost = something that is the highest degree.
Yashkrit Ray Jul 20
On a voyage
In the sea of knowledge.
Each and every page -
A new stoppage.

Many pages bound together
With a cover made of leather.
Pages as white as white feather,
All the information I gather.

A structured presentation
With graphical representation.
A sky of narration
And a table of notation.

Starting with table of contents
Then onset of concepts
Rich with facts and experiments
To every curious thought, I give vents.

From physics to chemistry
I resolve biological mystery.
From philosophy to history
A road to your intellectual mastery.

All about General Reginald Dyer
And explaining how do plants transpire
From magnetic field around a wire
To E=mc².
A poem full of fun about the world inside a book.
am i ee Jul 20
she met him at the lumber yard
he thought she worked there

she said she hated lights  
and got a little slutty when it was
dark after a beer or two

she said she loved trucks
and mother nature

he said jump In mine
I know a dark field

handing her an ice cold
six pack of Schmitz

~esk 20 July 2025
ooo wee, hot sultry humid summer nights!
Chris Tyler Jul 15
arranging the tiles
and sorting production chits
must happen to start

I will not trade ore
trades should benefit us both
I’m building a city
Yuzuko Jul 5
P)erspective is a kind, optimistic one
O)ne that is playful and fun
S)eeks answers in a adventures way
I)n the mind the light outshines the grey
T)ruth seekers in this lying, destructive world
I)ndirectly impacting and affecting another’s world
V)ictims to hate and utter destruction
E)ven moving with a head held high though the corruption
What does it mean to be positive? take a deep look at your heart and soul... find the moon!
Steve Souza Jul 2
DRESSING
DRESSING DRESSING
DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING
DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING
DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING DRESSING
steak cheese crouton steak cheese crouton steak cheese
crouton steak cheese crouton cheese steak crouton cheese
crouton steak cheese lettuce crouton steak cheese
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BOWL BOWL BOWL BOWL BOWL BOWL
BOWL BOWL BOWL BOWL BOWL
BOWL BOWL BOWL BOWL
BOWL BOWL BOWL
Silly visual 'poem' inspired by a recent trip to a salad bar and how unhealthy  dominates.
Vazago d Vile Jun 28
welcome to my brain

I was born upside down,
Preikestolen in my spine,
Baldr whispered, “Run wild,”
and I never learned to walk—only charge.

I meditate in chaos,
hold breath till the silence shivers.
Doctors panic.
I just smirk.
Two minutes is peace to me.

I kick air to remind gravity
that I’m still the boss
and punch walls of thought
just to hear them echo.

Luzifer lights my thoughts—
not evil, just awake.
Baldr wraps them in gold.
Shaolin monks?
I’d spar one,
bowing with bruises and respect.

Poetry drips from my lungs
like fog off the fjord.
I speak in sparks and
rhyme with thunder.
My mind’s a temple with no roof—
every god welcome
as long as they listen.

I am ADHD
in motion and meaning.
A storm wearing headphones.
A spliff-lit oracle.

And if you feel too much—
if your heart rattles like mine—
don’t run.

Sit.
Breathe.
Roar.
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