#NoPoo Book 1 An ode to Gabriel
Sat,20/02/2021
2259 AEDST
NP#54
shame and guilt
the fraternal twins
merciless torturers
they don't miss
much
fool around
and you'll slip
before one knew
the bitch self esteem
had the neck
under her heel
the twins
they work hard
taking turns
2259 AEDST
NP#54
shame and guilt
the fraternal twins
merciless torturers
they don't miss
much
fool around
and you'll slip
before one knew
the bitch self esteem
had the neck
under her heel
the twins
they work hard
taking turns
Anonymous
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ii
there is no
people
there's only the
i
sometimes it is mistaken
for a collective
when
in company
perhaps
the Roman numeral
representing the two
the only perfect rendering
both literally
and figuratively
there is no
people
there's planets though
the heavenly bodies
orbits
sadly
have locked them in
satellites
can only dream
and run around
day and night
there is no people
.
people
there's only the
i
sometimes it is mistaken
for a collective
when
in company
perhaps
the Roman numeral
representing the two
the only perfect rendering
both literally
and figuratively
there is no
people
there's planets though
the heavenly bodies
orbits
sadly
have locked them in
satellites
can only dream
and run around
day and night
there is no people
.
Written by cold_fusion
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Sun, 21/02/2021
1236 AEDST
#NP 55
1236 AEDST
#NP 55
unrequited: a lonely senryś
the blistering truth
unrequited love's heartbeat
skips, slows slows slows stop
Written by Bluevelvete
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#Nopoo
for 2/20/21
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"But Really I..." (NoPoo 102)
in my
twisted mind
i wish for
that cloak
of darkness
invisibility
stealh deflection
off the radar
be lost
in the expanse
of silence
instinctive
avoidance
becone buried
in shifting sands
Like an ostrich
no discernable
image or footprint
hidden identity
like a breath
in the wind
fearing
simple
connection
a hermit crab
scurrying
from predators
that demand
conversation
the only
contradiction is
i sercetly
desire it
in some sense
twisted mind
i wish for
that cloak
of darkness
invisibility
stealh deflection
off the radar
be lost
in the expanse
of silence
instinctive
avoidance
becone buried
in shifting sands
Like an ostrich
no discernable
image or footprint
hidden identity
like a breath
in the wind
fearing
simple
connection
a hermit crab
scurrying
from predators
that demand
conversation
the only
contradiction is
i sercetly
desire it
in some sense
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Unnoticed (NoPoo 103)
no condition
with this heart
while it softly thrums
in my chest
unconditionally
given away
a simple
delclaration of love
prepared
for falling
as gravity
finally takes hold
course is set
for lands afar
what's gone before
is now undiscovered
eyes see
in new light
unrequited gaze
that never tires
what beauty forms
is an unspoken secret
one i long
to finally reveal
just to be a pillow
for your head
the brush
through your hair
anything
that means i am felt
even the air
touching skin
would become fire
to warm you
running water
to bathe you
until then
will remain
your unseen
Shadow
with this heart
while it softly thrums
in my chest
unconditionally
given away
a simple
delclaration of love
prepared
for falling
as gravity
finally takes hold
course is set
for lands afar
what's gone before
is now undiscovered
eyes see
in new light
unrequited gaze
that never tires
what beauty forms
is an unspoken secret
one i long
to finally reveal
just to be a pillow
for your head
the brush
through your hair
anything
that means i am felt
even the air
touching skin
would become fire
to warm you
running water
to bathe you
until then
will remain
your unseen
Shadow
Written by AspergerPoet56
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Mon, 22/02/2021
1320 AEDST
NP#56
rusting metal and the absorbing smell of decay
(part I)
...half caved in graves
for the weeds held up the ground
a worn pair of plinths
and fence a reddish brown
'ere nature's taken back
what took 'em all their lives
they may have established The town
yet no one truly survived
some epitaphs had fallen
on their own flat faces
mattered little here as no one
was looking for no traces
the mid-day sun stood over
a sideways turned half skull
the half broken grave
it's cover all but null
...
1320 AEDST
NP#56
rusting metal and the absorbing smell of decay
(part I)
...half caved in graves
for the weeds held up the ground
a worn pair of plinths
and fence a reddish brown
'ere nature's taken back
what took 'em all their lives
they may have established The town
yet no one truly survived
some epitaphs had fallen
on their own flat faces
mattered little here as no one
was looking for no traces
the mid-day sun stood over
a sideways turned half skull
the half broken grave
it's cover all but null
...
cold_fusion said:Mon, 22/02/2021
1320 AEDST
NP#56
rusting metal and the absorbing smell of decay
(part I)
...half caved in graves
for the weeds held up the ground
a worn pair of plinths
and fence a reddish brown
'ere nature's taken back
what took 'em all their lives
they may have established The town
yet no one truly survived
some epitaphs had fallen
on their own flat faces
mattered little here as no one
was looking for no traces
the mid-day sun stood over
a sideways turned half skull
the half broken grave
it's cover all but null
...
damn.
👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
c'mon part 2...
(I'm impatient!)
1320 AEDST
NP#56
rusting metal and the absorbing smell of decay
(part I)
...half caved in graves
for the weeds held up the ground
a worn pair of plinths
and fence a reddish brown
'ere nature's taken back
what took 'em all their lives
they may have established The town
yet no one truly survived
some epitaphs had fallen
on their own flat faces
mattered little here as no one
was looking for no traces
the mid-day sun stood over
a sideways turned half skull
the half broken grave
it's cover all but null
...
damn.
👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
c'mon part 2...
(I'm impatient!)
Hey! You sunk my battleship!
Sometimes my mind
and soul are in a constant game
of mental Battleship
(yeah, I'm an 80's kid...)
"E7 " soul says to mind...
"MISS! " mind says to soul...
and so it goes,
volleying back and forth
of repetitious possibilities
infused with a smidgen of blind strategy
all while evading being located...
it's gonna be a long 16+ weeks
#Nopoo
2/21/21
10:59pm EST
Sometimes my mind
and soul are in a constant game
of mental Battleship
(yeah, I'm an 80's kid...)
"E7 " soul says to mind...
"MISS! " mind says to soul...
and so it goes,
volleying back and forth
of repetitious possibilities
infused with a smidgen of blind strategy
all while evading being located...
it's gonna be a long 16+ weeks
#Nopoo
2/21/21
10:59pm EST
