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Grace
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Anonymous said:<< post removed >>

Don't. This thread is not supposed to be for challenges and competitions.

poet Anonymous

Durrrrrrrleted

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Ricky-sJournals said:My apologies.
I’ll leave this alone and stick to the No Topic thread.

Thank you.🙏

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11/22/2020 9:53amEST

The same question -

is asked and answered
without a word
silence is booming,
speaking more than it should
It's within this quiet
that my harshest pain regales,
a pounding reminder
of just where I have failed


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Love's Laughter (NoPoo 11)

breathless hearts abound
through enamoured playful eyes
releasing laughter
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uma
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blackmoons of painternity





"Nothing begins, and nothing ends,
That is not paid with moan;
For we are born in others’ pain,
And perish in our own."
—Francis Thompson




a phalange of ploughing in palmar parallelisms- these
feverishly arid emery fingertips.. comb in synergy over
pretty unworked cheeks ...in a circular pondering motion

       to rest abrupt over compressive pressures  of an
unsmiling zygomatic arch in a long comatose dormancy..

    -causal of the sturdy pressing brake of a steely minded
trapezial artiste' wrist~ bone gymnasiast.. over the cheeky
coldening numbness in guard by the mandibular hitlerists
hardliners in rigorous waits of a monotonous sterility...


those sliding fragile fingertips of forgotten hummings.. burn
with tucking in pains of a swollen hyponychial stiffenings..in
no more easy flown minglings  of a fluidic specie it has been


-now made a difficult mound of a hardened chaos.. as islands
of stigmatic barriers.. inner hungering with a peeling nakedness
laying inside out as a wanton beauty for a brutally pressing pain


trying hard under the dimming twilights... to untie those tangling
haphazard twists of a mountainously hermetic~ existential knot-
sweaty skin~tight inner skirts.. as slender leaning forward earnest
index works in sync with thumbing boldness.. only to be falling in
slippery pages of a repetitive failure, & in process worsely pinching
themselves in an emptiness of endlessly frustrating tries in defeat


palish anaemic lunulae half-moons eat & erode to an impoverishing
nullnes, in a gushy debouching cry out of fulvous rusting turbid tears
scumming indelibly dark as eternal rooting pains of deep melancholy




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Grace
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23.11.2020
6.31am
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there's a subtle shift
and then silence
a soft sigh
that reverberates in my space
gentle as butterfly wings
on tear worn cheeks
I watch morning light
peek through my window
lighting up a half glass of water
on my table
Good Morning in Your Evening...

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Derelict (NoPoo 12)

an abandoned heart
broken derelict without
love to care for it
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11/23/2020   12:54am EST


With her leopard print purse slung haphazard
black tights ripp'd in a punk rock fuck you type hip
a cigarette between red pouty lips
she stiletto struts...
over to the old Wurlitzer jukebox
slams her pesos down
with all this supposed newfound
sense of her own disgruntled profound;
flicks ashes on the already dirty ground
sighs an over dramatic sigh
slides her money in,
presses her selection, 'B12'
and
slowly she moves and then kinda grinds,
she dances the dance of her
soul's
truest one of a kind....


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Bluevelvete said:11/23/2020   12:54am EST


With her leopard print purse slung haphazard
black tights ripp'd in a punk rock fuck you type hip
a cigarette between red pouty lips
she stiletto struts...
over to the old Wurlitzer jukebox
slams her pesos down
with all this supposed newfound
sense of her own disgruntled profound;
flicks ashes on the already dirty ground
sighs an over dramatic sigh
slides her money in,
presses her selection, 'B12'
and
slowly she moves and then kinda grinds,
she dances the dance of her
soul's
truest one of a kind....


#NoPoo


So what song was B12

Bluevelvete
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AspergerPoet56 said:

So what song was B12


ahhh... good catch..
a mystery

Grace
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Bluevelvete said:

ahhh... good catch..
a mystery


Ooh...make it "Let's Twist Again" - Chubby Checker...

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Grace said:

Ooh...make it "Let's Twist Again" - Chubby Checker...


it's whatever song you (the reader) want(s) it to be!
💜 😉

Grace
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Bluevelvete said:

it's whatever song you (the reader) want(s) it to be!
💜 😉


Yay!! joy

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a child amongst the adults

 
he failed
 
his grip  
on innocence  
meant that its  
remnants
were still lodged  
under his fingernails.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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23.11.2020

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