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“The more you realize you have, the less you will desire, and the less you desire, the less you will suffer.”

— Never stop giving thanks for everything. It’s the golden road to joy.

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—seasons change

Maybe one day, I will disappear

From your life—

I am just a season

And seasons change

I’m not one to stay

Just remember me on your darkest days

Remember the poems that I wrote you

Use them for strength to guide you

Through every and any storm

If I am not there with you

Then my words will still bring truth

This is my parting gift I will leave for you

-Michelle Dana Sabado

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You were a soulmate once.

A once-in-a-lifetime kind of love.

But our souls

Misaligned

Somewhere.

Alex Delorme

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only you can hear.

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No conditions

You’ll: draw my body to the sky’s arc, and

from it, drain every damn trace of eminence

possessed for then casting earthward; spill

—

far a lamented cascade completely soaked

in sour debasement I’d not swallow with-

out having risen until fully ennobled by

—

an empyrean crown promised me under no

conditions so capricious as those artlessly

raised high at our very first storm’s striking

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With equal intensity

How can hushing & screams

be bleeding across my brain

with equal intensity? Maybe

it’s a placid violence learned

through disconnected screens

@nosebleedclub October prompt 22: TV static

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Letter 1:

Formatted and proper,

I write this to you

The girl I buried

The one I didn’t believe was true

The girl that was always me

Through and through

These are letters marked as 1, 2 and 3

As each plays a part

To the nightmare and the dream

She acted out of spite,

From ways I made her forget

I buried her deep beneath a grave

Numbing the tears she wept

I put who I was to sleep

Where for years,

She remained and slept

Hidden behind all the fears

Discarded,

I told her she was unworthy

Her past, her story

Must stay locked tight

Out of mind,

Out of site

This I had made clear

When I chose a life

Where I gave up the fight

Selling my soul to the demons

Humanity and its right

Masking with darkness

Destroying the light

Addiction seemed to be its own

Separate from today

So, I referred to the past

As her

She was what I wanted

To be left unknown

But the creeping found its way

Whenever I was alone

I talked to her

Angry and tired

Yelling and screaming

A separate entity

Two minds

Manipulating and controlling

Residing and living inside

I’d blame her

These were her thoughts

Not mine

I’d claim

Yet still finding myself listening,

Hearing the insane

I decided it couldn’t be real

These minds of mine

Couldn’t be

So I carried on,

Compartmentalization

Putting off what was right,

For what I wanted to be wrong

I wanted to believe

It would be an easy fix

Leaving the darkness of the past

The residue that I left

But pains continued to last

Only increasing

Her warpath set to wrath

I took my time

Deciphering with mindless wandering

Forgiving those in my past

But not realizing it was me

It was her,

Who needed it most

She was just trying to breath

Show me the run

The life I chose

The reaping I sowed

With my mind clean

It became the unraveled,

I was pushed to the max

Put in overdrive

With thoughts spinning

Realizing the facts

But never really seeing

The truth of what I lacked

So, with great ignore

Blame and discord

She struggled to breath

And I struggled to believe

[qurasha-rajkumar]

बंद आंखें / Closed Eyes

आंखें बंद करते ही

उभरने लगती है

एक साथ कई तस्वीरें...

आँखे बंद कर लेने भर से

न तो सच छुपता है

और न ही यह दुनिया रुकती है...

👀👀👀👀👀👀

As soon as

we close our eyes,

numerous pictures start

emerging at once...

truth is neither hidden

nor this world stops

by closing our eyes...

--Kaushal Kishore

images: pixabay

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These red lines like map demarcations

Rock slides and rugged waystations

Back home the plague becomes a flood

Treelines drowning in their blood

In the canyon the highway is closed

Butte and Plumas shudder, indisposed

Where are the locusts and their swarm?

How will they keep the bodies warm?

We could call this the end of days

Perhaps the price mankind pays

A scorched earth scent on a blistering wind

A wound too dire for us to mend

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Pleine Lune

A plethora of fulfilment Even for transitory glints Hold my soul benevolently So I make it safely to dawn

wpm

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Full moon come and gone

your nighttime has moved along,

an envious sun

claims your light belongs to him

and limits how much you shine.

.

D W Eldred

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“Dreams don’t make your life, decisions do.”

—

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Walls of Straw

This one is different. Was trying a different style, while also trying to practice writing tense scenes/tougher, less fluffy characters. Still a happy ending though. Anyway, let me know how I did in the comments!

"Why are you avoiding me?"

The sudden unexpected voice nearly gave the villain a heart attack. It was late at night, and they were alone in their office, most of their henchmen had even gone home for the night, so who-?

Then their brain finally registered the voice. Their heart plummeted into their stomach.

The villain whirled around, eyes wide.

Hero.

The other was just standing in the doorway, arms crossed, looking at the villain steadily. Waiting.

"Excuse me?" The villain asked, putting forth their normal cadence.

"Why-" the hero repeated, taking a step forward, "are you avoiding me,"

The villain furrowed their brow in a display of confusion, "well the day "getting arrested" appears on my bucket list-"

They were cut off by the hero simply raising their eyebrows, unimpressed.

"...I'm just saying, I think a villain avoiding law enforcement should be pretty normal..." they tried, but the hero's eyebrows only raised, even more, a look of "really?"

The villain swallowed, muscles tensing.

Slowly, the hero started to walk forward. The criminal tried to steal themselves, but their legs felt shaky. The hero walked with such power. Still, they wouldn't shy away- at least not yet. But the sensation of feeling like a cornered animal was slowly creeping up their spine.

"Are you done insulting my intelligence by playing dumb or do you need a few more tries first?" The hero asked flatly, tilting their head.

The villain took a deep breath before straightening their posture, tipping their chin up and crossing their arms, levelling with the hero's gaze.

"Wonderful," the hero said, before pointedly resting their hands against the villain's desk, leaning their weight onto it and- when had they even gotten that close?!

"So, why," they asked again- commanded, really, "are you avoiding me?"

The villain shifted on their feet, looking down at the ground, but stayed quiet.

"Seriously?" The hero asked incredulously.

"I don't know what you want from me,"

"Yes. You do," the hero replied, an almost obnoxious level of confidence and certainty in their voice. "But, I'd rather not just do this back and forth all night, so, why don't I just answer for you?"

"Excellent idea," the villain replied sarcastically, turning to start walking away, "when you're done with that, please show yourself out so-"

"You're scared,"

The criminal froze, an icy mix of dread and anxiety washing over their back.

The hero began rounding the table. Slowly, an intention behind every step. "But not of me, not really, not exactly,"

The villain turned, watching the hero come closer. The uneasy feeling in their gut grew.

"No, you're scared- not of me, but what I do. To you,"

The villain's heart began hammering in their chest and their mouth felt dry. The hero knew. The hero *knew*. Every nerve ending suddenly felt like a live wire.

How did the hero even know!?

Suddenly the hero was right in front of them. "You're not avoiding me, not truthfully. No, what your really avoiding is what happens in here," they tapped their own temple, "and more importantly, what happens in there-," they reached forward, poking the villain's chest, right above their heart, "-when I'm around,"

"Your delusional," the villain strained. It didn't sound convincing, not even to themselves.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me I'm wrong," the hero challenged.

The villain looked up, locking eyes with the hero, but the second they did, it felt like their voice suddenly didn't work. Air left their lungs. The other's eyes bore into them, through them even. They seemed to choke on the words in their throat.

The hero smirked, ever so slightly at the other's silence, but continued the staredown until the villain finally huffed and glanced away.

"Yeah, that's what I thought,"

"Now my question," the villain said sharply, catching the other off guard, "why are you here, hero?"

"Yet another question we both know the answer to," the hero replied without the slightest of hesitation.

The villain swallowed, feeling more and more untethered by the second, like the hero was unravelling them piece by piece, picking them apart at the seams.

Like the walls they'd spent years building around themselves had been getting slowly picked away at by the hero, and by the time the criminal noticed, it was already too late. Stone walls had turned to straw, and it seemed awfully windy tonight.

Worse, the role of "big bad wolf" had flipped.

"Then what," the villain asked carefully, examining the others face, searching for answers, "if not why,"

The hero suddenly stepped even closer, "try who,"

"That one seems obvious,"

The hero smirked at that, "then maybe, we should skip the questions?"

"Why are you here, hero?" The villain asked again.

The other furrowed their eyebrows in confusion, "but you-"

"Say it." The villain commanded, "because I'm not sure if we're on the same page,"

For the first time that night, the hero's expression softened slightly, "in other words, you just want to hear me say out loud I'm here to change your mind."

The villain blushed, looking caught off guard. Hearing it out loud, so blatantly said, was almost disorienting. Like vertigo.

The hero chuckled at whatever look crossed the other's face, "same page after all?"

"Different chapter, same book,"

"Which one of us needs to do the catch-up reading?" The hero asked, smirking. Suddenly they leaned forward, resting their hands on the wall to either side of the villain. The criminal hadn't even realized they'd been backed up against it. Trapped animal was feeling more and more truthful by the second.

The criminal hesitated for a moment, "I was always the type to skip to the ending,"

"That's the first smart thing you've said all night," the hero replied.

Walls crumbled, and the kiss that followed was rough, hard, claiming; and everything the villain dreamed it was and more.

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Poets arm the chambers of their dangerous couplets and prepare for the attack