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firdaus parvez Jun 12
I think about you in the chaos of the day and when embraces me your presence is thickest then You melt on the anvil of my poetry as I mould you into words I can taste on my tongue.
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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Jun 12
I am the girl Striving afar Loves the world Always~reaching for stars I am the woman Memorizing midnight My hourglass of little sand Sick~I’m braving life as I write I am the mom Loving her child In life’s storm I am the calm Letting go~as he soars free & wild
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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Jun 10
Before cremation, Ben hid his teddy bear in his brother’s coffin with a note of that read, ‘Take it with you so you won’t be alone.’ Returning home, Ben said, “You’re still here.” There on his bed was the bear with a note, ‘I’m not the one who’s dead.’
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M. S. Reggiori Jun 16
I've carved you ther With a Mona Lisa smile On the Of my elongated heart For love lives inside of me I've found this charity On a mental scale When I yearn to grasp Wayward kisses in the rain But I long to feather Your cheeks & To index the flesh Of your lips ~
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 13
“Sir, can I borrow £10?” “We just got paid Haskins, how can you be broke?” “I’ve invested my money.” “Invested? In what?” “This guy in the pub told me about a manned space mission to the sun.” “That’s impossible, they’d all die.” “Not if they go at , sir.”
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250Fiction Jun 9
The accident steals her memories and leaves her with two long scars down her back. As he nurses her he tells her about the wonderful life they had together. She believes him, until she finds her chained up in his basement, struggling to escape. 250Fic 224
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DeRicki Johnson Jun 12
I hide From ’s Moonlight Under cover Of the dark Seek me and You’ll find me We are never Far apart So engrossed When you approach Your footfalls Give me start If you wonder What I’m doing I’m just trying To know your heart
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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Jun 9
Dying, Amy knew she had to teach her little boy how to fly before he had wings. Each night she plucked her own feathers & gave them them to her baby bird sealed with a kiss. “Mommy, when you die, where will you fly?” “I’ll be soaring across your heart’s sky.”
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 15
“Do you ever think you’re getting too old for this, sir?” “What do you mean? I’m not that old, Haskins.” “You’re exactly twice my age.” “I’m a fine . You’re just a baby.” “You’re older and wider than me.” “You mean wiser.” “No, I got it right first time.”
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Delia Pring Jun 9
She hides herself in each painting. A secret . An eye, wisp of hair, shadow cast across another. Small pieces that together make a whole. She moves among them, watches from gilt frames. An enigma. She never signs her work, instead a fingerprint hides in the corner.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 10
“If I hear one more thing about that bloody woman!” “Language Haskins.” “Sorry sir. I’m sick of hearing how agent Nightingale is so nice and so caring.” “And who tells you this?” “She does.” “Well you know what they say, the vessel makes the most noise.”
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¡ r e n e (June vss365 prompt host) Jun 11
The ads kept popping up on Carl's Twitterfeed: Glasses, BOGO. He ordered some. Two days later, a package arrived. At dinner, father and son looked at each other through their new lenses. "Do you see my pain now, Dad?" They hugged each other and wept.
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DeRicki Johnson Jun 9
A decorative To a slave master’s eye Might’ve meant freedom For those willing to try Did stitch of quilt Scratch on a tree Point the way For a slave to be free? What’s sure—folks of courage Some black & some white Ran an Underground Railroad Thru deadliest night
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250Fiction Jun 12
When I was a little girl my mother gave me a horse for my birthday, conjured from words and faded pictures in yellowing story books. I named her , and together we wrote her a home in the sky, a stable made of moonbeams and polished starlight. 250Fic 227
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DeRicki Johnson Jun 9
He’s a bargain basement angel Whom frequents dollar stores His are not believable His gown too high from floor He hopes his good intentions count To give he has no more— As he offers spiritual healing To the homeless, freaks & whores
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Voimaoy Jun 9
If I had wings, I would fly, said the bobcat. In the sky, with the hawk and the sparrows. If I had wings, I would fly to Mount Fuji, said the snail. If I had wings, i would fly to the moon, which is a part of Mars, said the rooster.
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¡ r e n e (June vss365 prompt host) Jun 13
Eva was last seen at the hush of , consorting with a transient moon. Only the stars had seen her slip off her earthly guise, and disappear before dawn's light. A hundred years had passed before she was found, pressed between the pages of an old poetry book.
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Matabu Jun 13
I talked of midnight On the psychiatrists chaise lounge I feared the contradiction An end and a beginning The death of a day I feared that second When everything was one thing And also the other Then I got up And called in my patient
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 11
“You recall Agent Nightingale, Haskins?” “Miss Nicey McNicey-nice? Yes, sir.” “I think she’s dirty, seems she’s involved in a ton of illegal plots, schemes and scams.” “Please sir, let me confront her, l’ll make sure she the day.” “You want her to do it again?”
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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Jun 13
I am the bolt Of lightening Striking jolt So frightening I am the you You are the me ‘Tis true Time to set us free I am the light No longer out there Be brave & write to fight Soar Freebird from shame’s lair I am the We Collective voice Dare to be & Rejoice
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