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Living Memorial
Golden flakes
It is not Aladdins lamp
though he is holding a lantern
lit closely towards his words.
While I know not how this began
all there is here now.
We manifested this moment
holy and whole
as two halves
Porcelain raindrops
glide over my window.
Only now I see their
infinite reflection.
Ask me not. I can not tell you.
I have forgotten my past and my future.
Foamed light
glistens from his words,
we are a flickering flame.
in sepia space afloat.
Every question an equation
He is a pheromone unknown.
We fly into V shaped formation migrating
with each sound and heartbeat.
painting webs cocooned from within
I seamstress
embroidering you
into my scared coat
night my offering
only for you
I have become
a beckoning siren
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though he is holding a lantern
lit closely towards his words.
While I know not how this began
all there is here now.
We manifested this moment
holy and whole
as two halves
Porcelain raindrops
glide over my window.
Only now I see their
infinite reflection.
Ask me not. I can not tell you.
I have forgotten my past and my future.
Foamed light
glistens from his words,
we are a flickering flame.
in sepia space afloat.
Every question an equation
He is a pheromone unknown.
We fly into V shaped formation migrating
with each sound and heartbeat.
painting webs cocooned from within
I seamstress
embroidering you
into my scared coat
night my offering
only for you
I have become
a beckoning siren
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all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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the Völva
linger long longer
through thistles
gravity gravitas
countenance
governess
hex wane waxen ways
an eye for an eye
magical awakenings
in her true humanness
she is each and every woman
hex wane ways
beauty and behold
no pedestals
seeress
she holds space for pixy wings
life lines rivulet
of whisper
screams
a Valkyrie
laughter lulls
set sail wind a kite
her broom is empty now
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through thistles
gravity gravitas
countenance
governess
hex wane waxen ways
an eye for an eye
magical awakenings
in her true humanness
she is each and every woman
hex wane ways
beauty and behold
no pedestals
seeress
she holds space for pixy wings
life lines rivulet
of whisper
screams
a Valkyrie
laughter lulls
set sail wind a kite
her broom is empty now
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all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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I and Me
His ink, truth
His truth, bold
His friend, me
Unassuming and kind
I bow down to
The master of the rhyme
The romance in his erotica gets me every time
But it’s the humanity in his voice
His understanding of humankind
That makes my updates feed come alive
My friend, he’s one of a kind
And…
Had I not
Finally
Seen myself
As he sees me
Quite simply
I
Would not be
Thank you, I_IS_ME
His truth, bold
His friend, me
Unassuming and kind
I bow down to
The master of the rhyme
The romance in his erotica gets me every time
But it’s the humanity in his voice
His understanding of humankind
That makes my updates feed come alive
My friend, he’s one of a kind
And…
Had I not
Finally
Seen myself
As he sees me
Quite simply
I
Would not be
Thank you, I_IS_ME
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Sam I Am (SamNash)
Sam I am
Or hope to be
Like he
Though he’d deny
Why
My friend Sam
The not so simple man
I lead the caravan
Me, his number one fan
See, it goes something like this
For us dreamers who’s lives have gone amiss
We look to the one whose compass doesn’t drift
Even though he thinks he doesn’t have a grip
It’s how he roams these halls
His vulnerabilities telling all
He’s the kind of guy who thinks he’s small
When quite honestly, he’s the tallest of all
He’s not afraid to tell us of his kinks
Or how his mind thinks
And before you can blink
His characters come alive in his daring ink
His heart is made of the most fragile glass
I’ve watched it shatter as the wind passed
Tiny shards aching to be held by his emerald eyed lass
The one he writes of from his past
He’s complex this friend of mine
You have to dig deep for this treasure, this gold mine
His heart on his sleeve it breaks every time
As he loses himself in the rhythm of the rhyme
Most don’t see what I see
That’s okay
My friend Sam
Is one of the best men I know
I’m blessed to know him
And so very grateful
He puts up with my BS
And stays
Or hope to be
Like he
Though he’d deny
Why
My friend Sam
The not so simple man
I lead the caravan
Me, his number one fan
See, it goes something like this
For us dreamers who’s lives have gone amiss
We look to the one whose compass doesn’t drift
Even though he thinks he doesn’t have a grip
It’s how he roams these halls
His vulnerabilities telling all
He’s the kind of guy who thinks he’s small
When quite honestly, he’s the tallest of all
He’s not afraid to tell us of his kinks
Or how his mind thinks
And before you can blink
His characters come alive in his daring ink
His heart is made of the most fragile glass
I’ve watched it shatter as the wind passed
Tiny shards aching to be held by his emerald eyed lass
The one he writes of from his past
He’s complex this friend of mine
You have to dig deep for this treasure, this gold mine
His heart on his sleeve it breaks every time
As he loses himself in the rhythm of the rhyme
Most don’t see what I see
That’s okay
My friend Sam
Is one of the best men I know
I’m blessed to know him
And so very grateful
He puts up with my BS
And stays
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while Morrissey sings
IF
there would be one word
I would say he is sea
proclaiming
as whirling waves
become aquatic offerings
dervish magma forming
cologne
an imbued cloud
transforming
this charming man
strangeways
turning tides
even darkest places
sentient sea
I believe an ocean spoke
within this space
called poesy
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there would be one word
I would say he is sea
proclaiming
as whirling waves
become aquatic offerings
dervish magma forming
cologne
an imbued cloud
transforming
this charming man
strangeways
turning tides
even darkest places
sentient sea
I believe an ocean spoke
within this space
called poesy
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all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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DamianDeadLove
I'm a humble enigma
Mysteries unfold
In whispers of dawn I breathe
Mysteries unfold
In whispers of dawn I breathe
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(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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AfterSexDilemma
Captures
the essence of moments
that are often difficult
to articulate,
whether
it's the bittersweet
aftermath of love,
the haunting echoes of past
connections,
or the profound sense
of longing and loss.
This unflinching exploration
of such themes creates
a profound emotional
impact on readers.
Written by PAR
(PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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o thy wise shrine
once a goddess
orchid leafed
alabaster
amorphous
androgyne
yond choirs
past alchemy
al khem et
incarnated
doves coo
rosses bloomed
into
a minaret
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orchid leafed
alabaster
amorphous
androgyne
yond choirs
past alchemy
al khem et
incarnated
doves coo
rosses bloomed
into
a minaret
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all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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Missing
sibling born
with a pretty vacant pen
among skinned phrases
ploughs a sharp penknife
murmurs a prodigy echo
in blood bitten language
I dived into a plateau
where trapeze artist
laundered life listening
to this poet laureate
from each first line
I was not hesitant
I wander this wonder
would she have kicked the monarch?
while fresh earth would be falling
from her booted foot
or would she ever so
dignified just simply
decline and walk away
lead by laden pools
where once bardic scriptures
lay among ogham
ovate healing hand
herbariums scented
dipped from dripping
druid ink
her voice through these voids
she is the half light
when I thought
I had captured her essence
in a hollow tree
she vanished
her voice through these void
enters the half dark
a pantomime quill
quietude
unbecomes
now she is a unicorn
universe
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with a pretty vacant pen
among skinned phrases
ploughs a sharp penknife
murmurs a prodigy echo
in blood bitten language
I dived into a plateau
where trapeze artist
laundered life listening
to this poet laureate
from each first line
I was not hesitant
I wander this wonder
would she have kicked the monarch?
while fresh earth would be falling
from her booted foot
or would she ever so
dignified just simply
decline and walk away
lead by laden pools
where once bardic scriptures
lay among ogham
ovate healing hand
herbariums scented
dipped from dripping
druid ink
her voice through these voids
she is the half light
when I thought
I had captured her essence
in a hollow tree
she vanished
her voice through these void
enters the half dark
a pantomime quill
quietude
unbecomes
now she is a unicorn
universe
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all rights reserved
Written by Anne-Ri999
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