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azuresky96

2020-05-26 07:27 pm
Tell me how the sunset lightens your life
Does it glow in a way you like?
Tell me about the flowers you looked at
Did you pick every single one?
Tell me oh tell me about the time
When your heart grew sad and tired.
Do you let the feelings out?

This moon keeps the sparkle in me
It energizes my thoughts in every way.
Do you feel the same?
Tell me
Tell me about the moon.

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Gord

2020-05-20 05:58 am
I guess I could write again,
About life: All but writing.
Perhaps mine inspire biting,
Fists to the side inspiring.

A couple stands,
A couplet stanza,
My life is not simple music,
To play on verandas,
Nightstand or castle.
Rather it's a little shrew,
His mind on what is new:
"Is it food?"

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Autumn

2020-05-14 11:54 am
Show me that night underneath the sky
when you pulled me close
but i am nothing but smoke in your hands. You are
my ghost—or am I yours?—
and we float away up to the sun.
There’s a shadow around the corner
and it haunts me.
I flee into your arms—
into you—
and the fire between us
chases it away. I don’t want to leave
but you can’t stay
and I ask you, please.
I’ll let you go forever
if you just stay tonight, here with me
and whisper in my ear
that you’ll never leave

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Gord

2020-05-14 08:21 am
I write of hands,
God replies back,
In comic sans.

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lynn

2020-04-29 12:56 am
it's my turn to put away the dishes
it's the same knife i use to cut strawberries in the mornings
the sucrose covers my hands.
do you think blood is the same kind of sticky?
will it come off with soap and water and elbow grease?
will it even matter?

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lynn

2020-04-26 07:53 pm
I am a infinite work in progress.
Who I was yesterday is not who I am now is not who I will be tomorrow.
However long it takes me to answer, the clock keeps ticking.
The past increases, the future recedes.

I'm not me, I'm a traveler.
Whatever I do, wherever I go, it will pass.
When whenever ends, finally I will know rest.
Peace.

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Gord

2020-04-21 07:02 am
On and on,
Although my hands, they shake,
Play with plants, on steaks,
How am I to find my place?
How am I to file down pane,
File down pain, or file alone again?

My violin is made from wood and string,
My heart is filled from blood for simple things,
Like dimples and rings,
Like a simpleton's dreams.

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lynn

2020-04-07 10:57 am
the bedsheets, striped linen, rumpled, unkept
the jar of half-full change on the nightstand
the dollar store notebook full of dated dreams
the bible, still lying in the nonfiction section of the bookshelf
the lavender curtains, billowing in the cool spring air—

I forgot to close the window.

the cat meanders in
after his nap in the blue blanket still draped
over the armchair, he stretches big,
jumps to the east windowsill, and tracks a cardinal, pupils blown wide.

parting is such sweet sorrow. (2.2.188)

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Gord

2020-03-28 02:32 pm
He asks with sorrow for another bottle,
Liquor is his rowboat, antique throttle,
Paddles and gives him thoughts frantic.
Adjacent his attitude, pavement coffins,
Adjudicating placement to favor coffers,
A judge can save him, about fifty dollars,
Then send Jim and Mary a judgement against.

If one pulls a rope far enough, can they pull past the end?
One fulfills prose full of love, do they look past themselves?
One trills hopeful of the mode, whether semi or tonal in sound,
Want unlike need, if one pulls a rope, can we find what we see?

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Gord

2020-03-18 06:51 am
I spread fear across nations,
Flear a cross paper, 
Peer no long favour,
No wrong feeling,
No wrong caper. 

I bend wills like cancer,
Spread near and patience, 
Science clairvoyant,
Poles of the earth moving. 

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Gord

2020-03-12 06:39 am
Wishing to find the guardrails of life,
Leaning against as he sleeps too tightly,
Dreams too deeply, too often: Nightly.

Gut or balls, what does it take to fight?
Is it twice as woke to never, and lie,
Guarded and cross, who takes your rights?
How about the lefts? Right.

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lynn

2020-03-10 01:22 pm
if you round up, i am a lesbian.
if you round down, i am still a lesbian, just a little less.

do you know if love has a definition, an concrete interpretation?
how do i explain the terror in my chest when i look in your face?

i do not know what it feels like to love and be loved.
unconditionally, that is.

i imagine that not all kisses go well.
would you like to test that hypothesis?

of course i am honest with you.
what other choice do i have?

this is more sincere than poetry.
anything could be more sincere than poetry.

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lynn

2020-03-10 01:15 pm
is a cardboard fortune cookie more reliable than the red lace of fate?
which is more powerful, the man or the legend that precedes him?
(or is it succeeds?)
who are we to assign arbitrary hierarchies to the world?
(putting ourselves on the crown)

our sanctimony has carried us, and it will bury us.

we do not need to be the best:
simply good and kind

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lynn

2020-03-10 01:12 pm
my mother's trauma trailed behind me out of the womb, feet first.
her grief sticks to new skin like glitter.

death would be more glamorous than this.
how do i tell the woman who gave me life that i don’t want it no more?

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lynn

2020-03-10 12:49 pm
Concept:
I am a shooting star,
crumbling and burning and
falling
and falling and
falling
Don't  go back to sleep.

Insomnia:
faded lipstick,
new blues,
and morning sea glass.
Don't go back to sleep.

The summer heat has faded into fall.
An autumn picnic in the park—
I will love myself despite the ease with which I lean towards the opposite.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.

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Gord

2020-03-01 11:56 am
Do oranges have soul?
Does it make the juice taste more?
When I eat them, do they know?
Sparkling orange meat oceans
Hope to hold
Could I, myself, become a bowl?
Alas, to be Mimosa Mix
Can Oranges feel regrets and woes?
Drink my blood straight from my chest
Pop a bottle
Drink some more
My heart's behest

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Kody

2020-02-20 06:33 am
Plastic bags to carry
Milk in plastic jugs
Plastic bags of cherries
Plastic plates with plastic cups

Milk in plastic jugs
From a plastic bin
Plastic plates with plastic cups
No plastic bags to put them in

From a plastic bin
Groceries with no papoose
No plastic bags to put them in
Markets say it's bad to use

Groceries with no papoose
So we can heal the prairies
Markets say it's bad to us
Plastic bags to carry

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Kody

2020-02-19 09:42 am
Bin thinking all night
Which goes outside
Bin worried of bin left out
Too much trash inside my house

Do neighbors above jest?
When no one bin in flight
Do the angels laugh at our distress?
Despite a sky with all yards in sight

In desserts I have bin
Now I know which truck rolls in
Now my neighbors learn from me
My bin is full of trash and now
Peace


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