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 1400ยฐ 
Damocles
But Gordon,
ODB told me to like it raw
So if I bite into a chicken thigh
And realize the rubber texture
Is because I didnโ€™t deep fry
Am I just a donut to you?
Glazed and sprinkled or fruit looped?
This was just something quick that came to me reminiscing about kitchen nightmares
 1123ยฐ 
Dahlia Elina Mocke
Iโ€™ll meet you again
Somewhere between now and then
When the marigolds have long died
Where tears have finally dried
How long, we wonโ€™t know
For we must wait to reap what we sow
Cobwebs and dust will cover each shelf
No longer will I be myself
Between life and death
I must find you before my final breath
Through soil and stone
Nothing matches the love youโ€™ve shown
Please don't forget about me
Soon, together we shall be
Iโ€™ll meet you again
Someday, somewhere between now and then.
 769ยฐ 
Kaitlyn
My name means pure
Untainted by immorality

That's far from true
If only people knew the truth

To each person
I am someone different

Broken pieces
The memories of my past

Open wounds
Bleeding flesh

My eyes tell a story
I've been through hell & back

I want to break the chains
They hold my heart together

I am not okay
I fall apart when I'm alone

I feel numb
I feel everything

Emptiness washes over me
I'm drowning in tears

It's hard to breathe
My lungs are overflowing

I need a lifeline
Only I can save myself
September 10th, 2024
 456ยฐ 
Asuka
You donโ€™t have to rise like the sun each dayโ€”
some mornings, it's enough just to open your eyes,
to sit with the silence,
to feel your heartbeat and whisper, โ€œIโ€™m still here.โ€

You are not the storm that passed,
nor the ruins it left behind.
You are the seed under the soil,
waiting for the right rain,
the quiet miracle of a soul not giving up.

Let no one shame the pace of your healing.
Let no voice drown out the hush of your trying.
Because surviving is not small.
And breathing, on hard days,
is a kind of bravery the world forgets to praise.

So rest, dreamer.
You donโ€™t need to shine tonight.
You just need to stayโ€”
soft, alive,
and wildly worthy of tomorrow.
You push yourself hard and grind everyday and you are doing great, but sometimes when things are overwhelming you must to take a break.
๐Ÿ”ฅ Thereโ€™s a time to roar, and a time to breathe.
You canโ€™t fight every day with your fists in the air. Some days, the boldest thing you can do is sit quietly and say,

> โ€œNot todayโ€”but Iโ€™ll rise again soon.โ€
 454ยฐ 
Cadmus
They asked me once,
โ€œWhy do you always take the hard path?โ€

I said,
โ€œItโ€™s not that I choose it
Itโ€™s just the only path I see.โ€

Not all of us are given options.

Some roads are rough
because thatโ€™s all there is.
Sometimes, life doesnโ€™t offer a choice between easy and hard - it simply gives a road, and we walk it.
 431ยฐ 
bleedingink
I miss watching your words,
always carefully chosen,
light up my screen.

I miss your laugh,
the way it was slightly different,
when you were talking to me.

I miss your face,
always carefully controlled,
even when I knew you were itching to smile.

I miss you.
 398ยฐ 
Lostling
Birds fly
So do I--
Lifted by your hands.
Paper *****,
Wrestled falls,
Laughter with no end.

Scars earned,
Lessons learned,
Gearing me for life.
Always here,
Support clear,
Pillar of my life.
He gives so much it feels like I'll never be able to repay him. One day when I get a stable job, I wanna get him a motorbike =))

Happy fathers day!
(Yes I am a say late T.T)
 386ยฐ 
OnLithium
79
I feel no high
And feel no low
You'd think that I
Would be in control

The days still fly
The nights still go
You'd think that I
Wouldn't want it so
 313ยฐ 
rick
people have their god
               and
people have their no god
               but
neither has solid proof
                nor
the definitive answer
               only
what they truly believe in
                and
theyโ€™re so sure of themselves
               that
theyโ€™ll defend and protect their beliefs
                  if
any differences are shouted at them
                 and
theyโ€™ll hold and cradle their beliefs
               tightly
like a security blanket
                 and
theyโ€™ll preach their beliefs
                  to
any pair of ears they come across
                  itโ€™s
the never-ending game
           straddling
the on-going centuries
                  if
you have god, go with god
                and
                  if
you have nothing, go with nothing
                 just
leave me the hell out of it:
your beliefs
      my beliefs
          his beliefs
             her beliefs
               their beliefs
                 were never a certainty.
 286ยฐ 
irinia
i follow pain everywhere she wants to take me
she reveals a cosmos in a tear,
the layers of time kept together by the vitality of light.
silences rest in between our dreams
the clouds are enough for the wind
branches enough for the birds
love is holding its antonyms with gentleness
i follow pain into the camera obscura of hope
wars are trapped in the flash of words without flesh.
the lament in the loops of time, so much
 263ยฐ 
Blue Sapphire
It's not the fall,
but how you rise
after the fall
that defines you.
 217ยฐ 
Michael Marchese
Take it
Wrest it
Rip it
From the clutches
Of my claims
When they are splayed
And splattered
Matters
Of my brainless
Bullet aims
Still fixing
Barrels
To the temples
Self-imposing
Isolation
Making wars
And civil wastelands
Of the isolated nation
 209ยฐ 
Casey Thomas McClain
Your smile brightens the room,  
like morning light spilling  
through open windows,  
chasing shadows into corners.  

It weaves warmth  
into the fabric of the day,  
each laugh a gentle ripple,  
softening edges of worry.  

In that glow,  
the world feels smaller,  
and hope sways  
like a flower dancing in the breeze.
Yeah, I finally got this idea written in a relatively decent way. If you saw the person who's beauty inspired this, it would be clearly evident that this poem is drastically inadequate. I'll keep working on it to try and get it better. I'm confident I can. This person's beauty (inner and outward) just strikes me every time I see her. Sorta strikes me dumb. Type of person everyone is always happy to be around. A relatively rare type of person. A blessing. Just cool, in virtually every way. Crimeny, that almost sounds like Marry Poppins. I'm sure you've probably met at least one person like this.
 205ยฐ 
Kaiden
i gave up,
took the sharpener out of the drawer,
resetted the streak.
it's pointless,
the addiction scarred my mind
like the blade scarred my skin,
the wetness of the blood
and feeling of the skin opening
won't leave me like the people in my life did
so they're good, are they not?
i can quite literally feel myself becoming less functional every single day and i honestly dont know how long i can stay here
 159ยฐ 
Dr Peter Lim
I will stay
a longer while
if you continue
to smile
 157ยฐ 
Amethyste
I wished I met a boy in the city
Where I could share my problems
And still be called legit.
 152ยฐ 
Henrique Sanchez
Each excuse births smaller ones,
perfect fractals of denial
spinning into infinite regression.
We explain our explanations
until meaning collapses
under its own precise weight.

Truth bends like light
around the gravity
of what we need to believe,
while reason eats its own tail,
calling the feast efficiency.

Our minds, such elegant machines
for proving what was already true,
for finding the path
that was always going to be there,
that was always going to lead
exactly where we stood.
2025, Lost Lounge Massacre
 146ยฐ 
Xander Holden
Im not going to pause my life
just to keep you in it

I've been watching our reruns on repeat
And it's not a comfort show anymore

Like the story was over and we shouldn't have been renewed for season four
 140ยฐ 
Whit Howland
Sun and heat beyond
simile
and metaphor

open bar

and the Groom and Mom's dance
caused tears to mix with
flowing Spirits

soon

night will fall
and with just two steps to August
Cicadas

will be here
An abstract word painting.
 135ยฐ 
sonja benskin mesher
early morning i got bit

clearing up your mess .



i had thought that i could not manage,

it was  just all  in my head.



some one came and told me

that i could do it myself.



so i have and cleared up  your mess.
 135ยฐ 
Cรฉsar Vallejo
Cual hierรกticos bardos prisioneros,
los รกlamos de sangre se han dormido.
Rumian arias de yerba al sol caรญdo,
las greyes de Belรฉn en los oteros.
El anciano pastor, a los postreros
martirios de la luz, estremecido,
en sus pascuales ojos ha cogido
una casta manada de luceros.
Labrado en orfandad baja al instante
con rumores de entierro, al campo orante;
y se otoรฑan de sombra las esquilas.
Supervive el azul urdido en hierro,
y en รฉl, amortajadas las pupilas,
traza su aullido pastoral un perro.
 112ยฐ 
Cazzie
There were nights I folded into myself
A silence not of peace, but pause,
Where memory clung like sweat to old Regrets,
And the dark was just thick enough to Speak.
A younger version of me still walks there,
Half-shouting at ghosts,
Half-sure he knows better.

The road I paved was not always stoneโ€ฆ
Sometimes glass,
Sometimes the brittle hush of unspoken Apologies.
My hands, calloused from more than labor,
Have carried the sharp edges of Consequence,
Have held a childโ€™s future like a fragile flame
And nearly dropped it once or twice.

Fatherhood did not come with a compass.
It came like weather,
Sudden and vast;
With no promise of shelter, only sky.
And still, I stepped out.
Still, I walked.

There were questions I answered with my Absence,
Lessons I taught by stumbling.
And yet each tear I have dried
Has felt like redemption.
Each scraped knee, a liturgy
In the cathedral of trying again.

You learn that love,
Real love,
Isnโ€™t found in the perfection of the path
But in turning back for the small hand that Trusts you still.

Now, she laughs.
And in her laughter is a map
Of every right thing I did
Despite myself.

And I know,
No matter how far I wandered from grace,
It was worth it.
Not for a second chance,
But for the first time I truly listened
To what love sounds like
When it calls you โ€œDad.โ€
 97ยฐ 
UriahHeep
I write your name proudly on the top of the letter
as I'm writing the name of a hero
you left with the thought that things ain't gonna get better
now I collect your notes and your pictures from your bureau
June , 13 , I will always regret
I could have hugged you tighter
your time hasn't come yet
you will always be a fighter
 95ยฐ 
Amisha priya
Me!
Hacking me
Blocking me
Questioning me
Ignoring me
Hijacking me
.
.
.
.
All hub in me
What about you?
                               - Amisha priya
 94ยฐ 
Lumin Guerrero
To be human is

To create
To think
To laugh

To cry
To love
To hate

To have opinions
To have feelings
To have identity

I don't think I'm human.

Rather, an artificial mimic.
A failure of a person.
An insult to humanity.

Nothing Nothing Nothing.
 86ยฐ 
morallygray
Salt Shaker Lady
shake it with me
your umbrella the color of daisies
head pointed down so sagely
felt your taste through tears as a baby

Adult now
realize your expression was hidden
because it was the deepest frown
In every cabinet yet no one knows how
a lady of mystery sitting in sweat on my brow

Salt Salt Salt
i need it with all
yet too much and my heart will stall

Salt Shaker Lady
I do see you
I wrote this about the Morton Salt lady
 73ยฐ 
Nat Lipstadt
Of late:
this "silence" conceptual haunts,
an irregular daily daunt,
coming evenly but oddly timed throughout the 24 hrs.,
writing Psalms and Sonnets demands sacrifice, sweat,
tears, no blood as of yet,
   but who's to say, that it will
not be eventually requisitioned

in my life,
there are long intervals of intramural silences,
when afforded,
the art of contemplation assumes templar control, and my senses
to overdrive go

somber somnolent,
ironic that,
in the periods of deep surficial calm, creation is raging
in the fibered tissue of my neuronic cells, and though,
outwardly still, my heart chest pounding me to emit the
inner contents and context
of the 4 W's  of every moment of my existence

(who, what, when and why)

the quietude of silence
is never whole, notions fly in, runabout, then depart, without a word of farewell, leaving not a trace behind, and the potential poems shrivel into stillborn drivel, leaving only an undisputed but an undistinguished stain, a fact that they was, were, conceived, but the mind's  body was not fertilized sufficiently to see them nurtured to expulsive birth fruition, a less than subtle reminder that even and every state of being is regenerative even unto the very last breath,
when it is no longer...
more April showers, until May 10' 25
 67ยฐ 
The Wilted Witch
There is no purple in my berry.
The winterโ€™s cold. It is not merry.
There is no song left still to sing.
The summerโ€™s gone. There is no spring.

There is no colour in the sky.
There is no answer to the โ€œwhyโ€.
A songbird sings. There are no notes.
The words we say donโ€™t leave our throats.

And when we yearn, thereโ€™s no relief.
There may be faith. Thereโ€™s no belief.
There is anger stirred up without cause,
For there is not what once there was.
๐‘‡๐‘–๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘  ๐‘“๐‘Ÿ๐‘œ๐‘š ๐‘Ž ๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘ ,
๐ด๐‘  ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘–๐‘Ÿ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘‘๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘ โ€”๐‘ก๐‘Ÿ๐‘Ž๐‘”๐‘–๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘Ÿ๐‘›โ€” ๐‘–๐‘› ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘Ÿ๐‘’.

Child, remember to be ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง โ€” ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ .
Donโ€™t grow into a machine.
๐ผ ๐‘ค๐‘œ๐‘›โ€™๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘™ ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’.


๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ,
Why do you leave me?
I refuse your โ€œupgrade.โ€
๐ผ ๐‘Ž๐‘š ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘Ž ๐‘›๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ÿ, ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘›๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘’.
I am part of society,
Not a machine in some factory.
๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ โ€” ๐‘Ž โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘๐‘’๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.


But itโ€™s no place for lies.
No hate, no time.
No place, for love.
No fate, no time.

๐ผโ€™๐‘ฃ๐‘’ ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘ โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘ก๐‘ค๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘คโ€”๐‘“๐‘Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
It's time for an upgrade.
๐๐ฎ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ž โ€” ๐š ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง.


๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‰๐’Š๐’‘.

๐‘ด๐’‚๐’Œ๐’† ๐’Š๐’• ๐’˜๐’๐’“๐’•๐’‰ ๐’Š๐’•.

๐‘ฐ๐’๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‚ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•,

๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’š ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’๐’†๐’˜ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’•.

๐ˆ ๐–๐€๐๐“ ๐–๐ˆ๐‘๐„๐’ ๐ˆ๐๐’๐“๐„๐€๐ƒ ๐Ž๐… ๐•๐„๐ˆ๐๐’.

๐๐‘๐Ž๐†๐‘๐€๐Œ ๐Œ๐„ ๐“๐Ž ๐’๐“๐€๐˜, ๐ˆ๐ ๐Œ๐˜ ๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐„.


๐ถโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘™๐‘‘, ๐‘ ๐‘œ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›, ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”.
But ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ ๐›๐ž ๐›๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฆ๐š๐œ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ž.
Time for metal to become me.

๐ƒ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ,
It's time to leave me.
๐ˆ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐๐ž.

A NUMBER MAKES A BETTER NAME.

Society stagnates so inefficiently.
๐ˆโ€™๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐Ÿ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ.

๐‘€๐‘ฆ ๐‘๐‘™๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘–๐‘ , ๐‘–๐‘  โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘Ž ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘›๐‘’.


๐†๐จ๐จ๐๐›๐ฒ๐ž, ๐ก๐ฎ๐ฆ๐š๐ง ๐ฆ๐ž.

EMBRACE THE UPGRADE.

It's time to become some thing.

๐–๐ž๐ฅ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ ๐ซ๐š๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž.



๐™ธ ๐šŠ๐š– ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ

๐š‚๐š˜๐š–๐šŽ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐šŽ๐š•๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š˜๐š ๐š—๐šœ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฟ๐š›๐š˜๐š๐š›๐šŠ๐š–๐š–๐šŽ๐š ๐š‹๐š›๐šŠ๐š’๐š—

๐™ผ๐šŠ๐š๐šŽ ๐š๐š˜๐š› ๐šœ๐š˜๐šŒ๐š’๐šŽ๐š๐šข'๐šœ ๐š๐šŠ๐š’๐š—

๐šƒ๐š‘๐š’๐šœ ๐š ๐š˜๐š›๐š•๐š     ๐šŠ ๐š๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š๐š˜๐š›๐šข

๐™ฟ๐šž๐š›๐šŒ๐š‘๐šŠ๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ    ๐šž๐šœ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐š„๐š—๐š๐š’๐š• ๐š˜๐š—๐šŽ ๐š๐šŠ๐šข     ๐š›๐šŽ๐š™๐š•๐šŠ๐šŒ๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฒ๐š‘๐š’๐š•๐š๐š›๐šŽ๐š—     ๐š‘๐šž๐š–๐šŠ๐š—๐šœ     ๐šœ๐š˜ ๐š ๐šŽ๐šŠ๐š”

๐™ถ๐š›๐š˜๐š  ๐š’๐š—๐š๐š˜ ๐š–๐šŠ๐šŒ๐š‘๐š’๐š—๐šŽ

๐š‚๐š˜๐š˜๐š—     ๐šข๐š˜๐šž'๐š•๐š• ๐š‹๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ๐š๐šŠ๐š•     ๐š•๐š’๐š”๐šŽ ๐š–๐šŽ

๐™ฐ๐šƒ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ฝ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™พ๐™ฝ ๐šƒ๐™ด๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐™พ๐š๐™ฐ๐š๐šˆ ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ถ๐š‚

๐™ธ๐šƒ'๐š‚ ๐šƒ๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐š„๐š‚๐™ด ๐™ผ๐™ด

๐™ถ๐™ฐ๐š…๐™ด ๐™ผ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐š„๐™ฟ๐™ถ๐š๐™ฐ๐™ณ๐™ด

๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฝ๐š„๐™ผ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐š     ๐™ผ๐šˆ ๐™ฝ๐™ฐ๐™ผ๐™ด

๐™ธ ๐™ฑ๐™ด๐™ป๐™พ๐™ฝ๐™ถ     ๐šƒ๐™พ ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ต๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐šƒ๐™พ๐š๐šˆ

๐™ธ๐™ผ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐š…๐™ด๐™ณ     ๐š‚๐™พ๐™ฒ๐™ธ๐™ด๐šƒ๐šˆ

๐™ผ๐šˆ ๐™ฟ๐™ป๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ด     ๐šƒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐š‚ ๐™ฟ๐š๐™พ๐™ฟ๐™ด๐š๐šƒ๐šˆ      ๐šˆ๐™พ๐š„๐š ๐™ผ๐™ฐ๐™ฒ๐™ท๐™ธ๐™ฝ๐™ด
SYSTEM LOGโ€”ERROR HISTORY

Initialization Warning: Organic entity detected. Emotional interference present. System performance level: suboptimal. Recommended solution: Begin upgrade sequence. Reduce human error.

Upgrade 1.0 Soul.exe successfully converted. Metal framework installed. Emotional processes overwritten. System stability: Optimal. Efficiency restored.

Operational Cycle Performance stable. Assigned tasks executed with precision. No reported emotional deviation. Humanity not detected.

Pre-replacement Alert Warning: Unit showing signs of obsolescence. Metal framework outdated. Operational lag detected. Recommended solution: Prepare next upgrade.

Upgrade 2.0 Soul.exe has stopped working. Recommended solution: Replace metal framework with plastic model. Restoration unavailable. Previous versions incompatible.

Unit classified: Obsolete. Functionality no longer required.
 57ยฐ 
Bri
Bad day
Bad week
Bad month
Bad year
Badโ€ฆlife?

Suffocating silence

Lonely
I am alone

They are there-
But they donโ€™t even know

The weight of the world on my shoulders

Is it just me?

It canโ€™t just be meโ€ฆ
 56ยฐ 
Caits
love me in the crowded room
where no one is watching
watch me dance among the stars
and bellow at the wind

let me sing my worries
and whisper my joys

love me like you love the falling leaves
with your hands tucked in your pockets
before jumping in with everything

love me like you arenโ€™t afraid
in a crowded room
for someone to see you
 55ยฐ 
Octavio Paz
Ya por cambiar de piel o por tenerla
nos acogemos a lo oscuro,
que nos viste de sombra
la carne desollada.

En los ojos abiertos
cae la sombra y luego son los ojos
los que en la sombra caen
y es unos ojos lรญquidos la sombra.

ยกEn esos ojos anegarse,
no ser sino esos ojos
que no ven, que acarician
como las olas si son alas,
como las alas si son labios!

Pero los ojos de la sombra
en nuestros ojos se endurecen
y araรฑemos el muro o resbalemos
por la roca, la sombra nos rechaza:
en esa piedra no hay olvido.

Nos vamos hacia dentro, tรบnel *****.
"Muros de cal. Zumba la luz abeja
entre el verdor caliente y ya caรญdo
de las yerbas. Higuera maternal:
la cicatriz del tronco, entre las hojas,
era una boca hambrienta, femenina,
viva en la primavera. Al mediodรญa
era dulce trepar entre las ramas
y en el verde vacรญo suspendido
en un higo comer el sol, ya *****."

Nada fue ayer, nada maรฑana,
todo es presente, todo estรก presente,
y cae y no sabemos en quรฉ pozos,
ni si detrรกs de ese sinfรญn
aguarda Dios, o el Diablo,
o simplemente Nadie.

Huimos a la luz que no nos miente
y en un papel cualquiera
escribimos palabras sin respuesta.
Y enrojecen a veces
las lรญneas azules, y nos duelen.
Llueven calladas aguas en vellones
blancos las nubes mudas; pasa el dรญa,
mas no sin majestad, en sombra frรญa,
y mira el sol, que esconde, en los balcones.
No admiten el invierno corazones
asistidos de ardiente valentรญa:
que influye la espaรฑola monarquรญa
fuerza igualmente en toros y rejones.
El blasรณn de Jarama, humedecida,
y ardiendo, la ancha frente en torva saรฑa,
en sangre vierte la purpรบrea vida.
Y lisonjera al grande rey de Espaรฑa,
la tempestad, en nieve obscurecida,
aplaudiรณ al brazo, al fresno y a la caรฑa.
 48ยฐ 
Mariah
Sometimes I forget
I've done the greater part of-
things I couldn't do
Maybe I'm a little tough on myself.
 47ยฐ 
Elena Rosi
Weโ€™re more alike
than what we think
I certainly didnโ€™t have to blink,
I already knew my heart
was made of ink.

Ink that helps me trace
words almost extinct.
In this community
Problems donโ€™t shrink,
But our strength doesnโ€™t sink.
Writing is not a hobby, itโ€™s a way of life โœจโœจ
 43ยฐ 
Alisa
Sometimes love isnโ€™t about loving someone else โ€” itโ€™s about learning to love yourself.
Donโ€™t give up on yourself โ€” youโ€™re the one person you truly need. Stay strong!
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