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[whispersofthepurplevalley]

Normalize finding your call when everyone else out there have already found their home.

Normalize taking risks for the sake of passion.

Normalize making mistakes in the process.

Normalize growing slowly, at least they are growing.

Normalize keeping dreams ageless.

Normalize accepting people for who they become.

-Sabina Yesmin

[21stcenturysucks]

if i was a star and you were a star i would wink at you and blink at you and twinkle at you and the earthlings would call it science.

[nixxieie]

On this day, it's been 64 years since his soul was freed...

[maxwelldpoetry]

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[getcareless]

Triolet Poem #56

It was by the skin of your teeth that you did not bite the bullet. You escaped the flames from beneath, it was by the skin of your teeth. I had kept the blade in it's sheath, brought a gun but didn't pull it. It was by the skin of your teeth that you did not bite the bullet.

"Bite The Bullet", JEP

[aquiescentmoon]

For once, If I want to be the muse?

One metaphor for my eyes when you smile,

One simile like my almost kisses,

That rhymes like our lame joke laughs,

Not roses and violets, not stars and moon,

One idiom as if love smirks on your words,

Then, don't forget to foot note your muse.

Every being in love has a poem to breathe!

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[deadpoetssblood]

"I'm tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don't like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them or offending them. I'm tired."

-Susan Sontag

[andileighwrites]

Mandarin Orange

...

Will any of us remember today Five years from now?

I worked all day and then visited The post office.

The sun was out and I went for a walk. Was the sun out for others?

I thought about how My reality seems distant.

Maybe I'm still Not used to all of the new things.

For lunch, I had a protein shake and A mandarin orange.

That was all and it was okay.

Will any of us remember today Ten years from now?

Does anyone remember All of the little things we do?

I still have an intense cough— The most memorable part of my day.

I don't think I drank enough water.

...

Andi Leigh 03/12/2024

[spaceat6pm]

the emptiness in my home has never been more apparent than at the time when i arrive in the early afternoon, with the sun shining directly through my front door as if god has put it there just for us. or me, now that you’re no longer here to share it with. it’s still just as beautiful, except i no longer feel like a whole; your half of me is missing.

your spot on the lawn is still reserved for you.

[jamerasjournal]

I wish I was your favorite book. So you’d run your fingers down my spine, spread me open, read my lips. I laughed and told you I said “olive juice” when you asked me if I said I love you. Because those two phrases look the same when you mouth them with no sound. Read them again. You were right the first time.

But I’m not your favorite book. I am just dust. Slipping through the hourglass that you call your hands. Still falling. Plummeting into a sea of sand that I call you. I want to ask why you haven’t closed your fists yet. Why you don’t want to hold on to me the same way that I hold on to you. Pack me in like clay. They say that grief is just love with no place to go, and that is why I’ve been crying.

Unrequited love is like holding your breath without knowing. Like one day I just woke up and realized I was drowning in you. Me, drowning- yet you only wade in me and call it swimming. I know when I exhale, I will blow down the walls you have built around yourself. I don’t want to be the big bad wolf. I fear that you will mistake this passion for fangs. Take your little red hood off and look me in my eyes. Or maybe it’s just a red flag. And these rose colored glasses that I’ve been regarding you with are shattered now, and I’m finally seeing your true colors.

You say that you love me, but it’s not quite the way that I need. And you fail to realize that you can’t just love something, you also have to take care of it. I burned myself trying to give you the sun. And the breadcrumbs you leave me are just salt in my wounds. And my heart is on fire. Give me your hand and I’ll light yours like a candle. And we can burn in this dumpster fire until something beautiful like a phoenix rises up out of it.

You don’t have to be afraid. Don’t you see the soot on my face? Smell the smoke on my breath? I have already walked through the fire trying to show you how much I love you. I plummeted through the ozone layer like an asteroid to get back to you this lifetime. And only you can stop this forest fire.

I can teach you how to fall. If only you believed that I will catch you. I am choking on the ashes that have dusted my lungs. It has taken me so long to get tired because you’re my favorite book. I want to run my fingers down your spine, spread you like pages but you keep me shut out. I read your lips. Did you say, “I love you?”Or maybe just “olive juice.” I’ll read them again. I hope I got it right the first time. Because if you don’t loop your fingers through mine, I’m afraid I can’t keep going. I am slipping through the hourglass you call your hands. There’s not much more of me left to give you. Draw your fists tight or I will leave you in the dust.

-jamera naquai, Dust To Dust

[writtenbyaloner]

In order to keep old wounds at bay, I must try to forget what has transpired in the past. But then, in order not to stumble again, I must remember it.

– Abdulsamad S. M.

[whispersofthepurplevalley]

Peace is not a preposition: it's not against, above, under or around anything. Peace is a pronoun. It's within oneself.

-Sabina Yesmin

[pencilandinks]

Dave Wise

[putah-creek]

Listening to Him Describe his Wife’s Death

“I’ll be home for Christmas, if only in my dreams . . .”

Even the pigeons knew something was wrong. They shifted from foot to foot on Capitol Avenue, looking up

at people. The bus went by, a truck went by; there’s a pattern to it all you know. When pecking the dirt near 18th Street

the pigeons moved with a sullen nervousness. I hear snippets of a friend’s conversation from across the noisy cafe.

“Coma,” I hear, and, “I didn’t even feel anymore.” “It was us, just us . . .” It is his season with death. Outside the window,

the pigeons look up at me - for what? Answers? Keep pecking. My friend talks and talks, a gentle man, a singer, a poet.

The cafe becomes full of the weight he carries, people are uncomfortable for things they cannot know, only feel.

That is in us. It is far too heavy for the pigeons, who move off towards 19th Street without much hope in their step.

Even the trees seem to bow their breezy heads in grief. Tomorrow is the solstice, the longest night of the year.

-for Arthur Butler-

james lee jobe

[junflower123]

Wore not needing to drink caffeine like a badge of honor Taking meds was my Nobel peace prize Being unmedicated feels like the end of the peace treaty with myself

How am I supposed to barter? The only way I can win is chemical warfare

Hiding in the trenches Until I am strong enough to fight again

___

About losing access to ADHD meds

[getcareless]

Triolet Poem #10

Your smile alone is worth a lot.  The rest of you's beyond compare. I'd steal your shine but I'd be caught. Your smile alone is worth a lot. It's clear to see - you can't be bought. To the rest of us; it's unfair. Your smile alone is worth a lot. The rest of you's beyond compare.

"Your Smile Alone", JEP