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DeRicki Johnson Jun 17
I gaze into My kitty’s eyes She looks back Sans comment I swear Her stare Bears a certain sentiment As usual I blink first Her will A spark of flint I should not Have changed her food Without Her cool consent Her look says That today My money’s Been misspent
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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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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Jun 18
I am the ashes Of what’s left Excess collapses Best of you kept I am the flicker About to ignite Give me friction Time to incite I am the rising Your Phoenix within Launching to scribe flying Soaring skies with my sentient pen Dare To Feel~If Not Now, When?
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Giselle Jun 11
I am Empathy Not because I feel your pain But because I I recognise it And though It fits within Your pocket I know its weight Is great So when I ask Are you okay? I mean Tell me- And I will Share the load And when I say I understand I'm saying You are not alone
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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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Barlow Adams Classic Jun 14
He wakes in the night, panicked and restless, past but hours from dawn. He wanders to the children’s room, places a hand over their hearts, lets the rhythm soothe his fear. Then walks, past their parents’ room, to the backyard and into an unmarked garden grave.
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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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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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Aspen✒️AspenBrave®™ Jun 16
Where did you go? My fog of a friend No why Is Sufficient Our trail still there Stars sparkled Illuminating ways Welcoming our strolls At night Oh where did you go? Turned like a rabid wolf Still I begged you to love Pray Forgave But you? Broke my heart Instead-
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K Kibbee Jun 11
Fog snagged on the prickly pines outside our Biloxi single-wide while I watched Cat in the Hat and Papa wandered off with his Remington to make a ghost of himself. God weren't good company after that, so Mama took up with the Devil to keep from feeling lonely.
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Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 17
“Just do your job, you’re taking it way too personally Haskins.” “I am not, sir.” “Please try to arrest him in one piece.” “If he dies, he dies.” “Because he insulted you?” “He shouldn’t have called me a soulless moron.” “I thinking you’re being over .”
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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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Kelvin Rodrigues Jun 16
“Sir, come quickly, it’s been stolen.” “What has, Haskins?” “The office, it’s gone.” “It hasn’t been stolen, it’s this wretched .” “Fog ate our office?” “No, I’ll always remember it.” “Can I just stay home today, sir?” “May as well Haskins, we won’t be mist.”
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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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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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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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DeRicki Johnson Jun 16
My smartphone Is a That leads me Into “lack” Absence Of the essence Of the spirit Of what’s fact Daily I am dosed With demagoguery And hacks— Designed To keep me Hypnotized and Constantly off track It’s not good As a “spirit guide” I think As I step back
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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 13
I’ve a pest Incursion Think you Can help me stop Sometime After Your dragon Crashed my Shop Pretty sure He’s yours Becuz he comes If I call “Bert” I tried To toss him out But he looked So sad & hurt Please bring a leash & kind word I may have been Too curt
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Matabu Jun 17
I met God in the fog Fishing for goldfish With a lightning rod I guess that he knows What he is doing So I stumbled on Finding my own way
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