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when love is out of reach

it is painful

to face the facts

paradise lost, empty hands

fata morgana : remaining thirsty

food on television but not on your plate

when all you know is

that the love you hoped for

remains out of reach

ripping you apart

advice is poor

try again? look elsewhere?

why on earth when you don't want to?

powerful arguments

reduced to rubble

Isn't it so, i wonder that

love should be spontaneous, passionate

not a button counting ritual of moving a

bit closer and who knows love will come

@severenightpersona

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She rides

on a glittering horse

named Want.

Her hair drips

with paper confessions.

I long

for her breath, for

life to flow

through us

until our loneliness

has context at last.

Robert J. W.

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What charm

met

an eye, an ear,

spoke and was visibly alluring,

and

drew near

an intrigue,

caused no ripples

to move

a

heart?

Colourless, faded opacity

revealed

a man;

mirror bright under the sun.

Who looked right through him

and saw

only

a

canvas

for projection,

and never sought the

fathomless

depths

of

his

heart?

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fatima aamer bilal, from we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.

[text id: you get nervous when someone holds your hand, you wonder if they can feel the rot.]

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Fragmentation

You want me to speak tell my story watch me bleed, though my silence tells it all You tell me you want to know me more, hiding the feelings within Your true face lost in countless memories cradled my mind in regret, but honestly if I truly spoke there would only ever be lies protecting the innocent mind. I lost myself somewhere in the essence of unused time, fought only for the crumbs of your love settled in the unknown lies. I don't think you ever wanted to know me My voice would be too damning.

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Yes, I am a passionate creature that lives and dies in fire and water born of the center of my being. I am an unpredictable storm, a capricious sea that caresses as well as devours. I am no tame creature but a wild one that runs barefoot through the forest racing the moon. There is a strength in me unparalleled, a depth that defies the deepest abyss, the light so blinding, a darkness defiling.

e.v.e.

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Rush of Time

I got no silver, I got no gold.

All I got’s what I’ve been sold

Some of it true, some of it, lies

Just a glittering pile of alibis

I’ve made some enemies and I made some friends

I’ve done some wrongs but I’ve made amends

I’ve never backed down from a fight

But I’ve always tried to do what’s right

And soon I’ll lay it all aside

And take that final box car ride

Cash in my chips for what it’s worth

Fly free as a bird when I leave this earth

So pardon me for this silly rhyme

Please forgive my heart if you’d be so kind

While I spend these words that come to mind

It happens when you feel the rush of time

Doing my best

To satisfy this heart of mine

Trying to keep up with

This eternal rush of time

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the idolization of modern icons

tears away pieces

of our humanity,

chiseling away

bit by bit.

we worship digital deities who

appeal to our fantasies,

permutations of

red, green, and blue.

will you stand your ground

or be washed away with the tide?

"the age of information."

d.b.a

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I rather be the poet, than the poetry, pouring melancholy over the blank sheets, murmuring a rhyme rather than rotting under white noise..................

everytimeyousaygoodbye ©

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From Lead to Code by Kara

Lead poisoned graphite click click prepared to fight The page, my ally. My mind, the enemy Words like code, quickly ahead of me In the blender they swirl, a swift transformation Splattered upon the neatly lined screen light With rapidly born elation

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Some great sphere’s turning

in the dark endless depths,

heliocentric, spinning elliptical

without drawing breath.

Great movers shift; a clockwork dance

profound without cause

nor effect.

Some gods spinning wheels,

turning action, without pause;

breathless as gods draw no breath:

lungs empty, ceaseless

beyond birth, outside

of death.

Veil split, rent wide open,

falling into a fold; an endless hole;

spitting oblivion, tearing the endless

night wide open, swallowed by darkness

crushed under the weight of

the universal soul;

and spat back open to begin new life.

A hole, a singular point bright,

wide again; a manifestation

of rushing light,

of animate material along a forth edge.

Light rushing forwards to birth

and possibility, shuffling a new parallel.

Repeat each thing, I am happening

again, trading mistakes;

reborn to breaking point,

spit from a singular dot:

a limitless void.

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Whisper sweet notes into

my ear and concote a

sweet drink for me to drink.

Make it worth my while,

but darling, please do

make it forever.

For I don't want

to lose you.

Date Notes.

4.26.24 | G.C. ©

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the sea whispers

the sea whispers into our ears

stories of stunning content

framed by frolick waves

of not-to- worry songs

that is why we are here

on this god forsaken beach

too wet to sit upon

but with no chairs either

so we stand hypnotized

by numerous tantalizing tales

amusing , fascinating

exactly what we need these dark days

amidst a chaos which seems to stick

like ugly glue

how soothing its refrains!

how good to feel the pats on the shoulder

these whispers offer us

i will be back still many a time

of that at least I am sure

@severenightpersona

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in a feeding frenzy buzzing

from beauty to beauty,

meadow to garden—where

the sugar-dusted petals bloom

honey bee hanging out in

suspended animation sipping

bubblegum buds—ahhh

the sweet life of a drone

.

RhymingTherapy—April 2024 (my photo)

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The idea of having to miss you for longer than you loved me burns the taste buds of my chest, I yearn for the person you can only offer me scarcely and in bare amounts often, I yearn for the heart inside of you that I no longer know the pattern to never lose its tempo—I yearn for you to take back your goodbye and come back home.

I am as uneasy as you have displayed in your unsure manner, the fire of your spirit will kindle into hot coals and I’ve been in hell so long I will never notice.

You are burning me alive and I never liked being cold—where’s the thrill in killing someone’s soul who died long ago? I am just the ghost of the girl I I am in another universe where I’m sure I have died a million times in the aftermath of your departure.

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NaPoWriMo Vol. 3, 17.22.24 “Sibling Fued"

Oh, sister, I found you I made you anew From flesh of the same beast Very same that slew You Oh, sister, I found you After ghasts, ghouls, and geyser Learning deep secrets Yet, grown none the wiser Oh, sister, I found you What big eyes you have Big hands and teeth to hold me Oh, sister you would not believe it, not even half Oh, sister, our journey– Delicious yet desperate Why are you drooling? When at last we’ve found respite Oh, sister, this dungeon In which we’ve found each other Please regain yourself It is me– your only brother Oh, sister, don’t make me choose When the choice leaves you behind Oh, Falin I’m falling, I’m failing you Were only there magic to let us rewind Oh, sister, I’m sorry That you must die That after this ordeal Tomorrow, I’ll wake, alone–and try To continue without, you

@env0writes C.Buck   Ko-Fi & Venmo: @Zenv0 Support Your Local Artists!   Photo by my friend Mika

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