jǫrð Nov 2023. Stump. Speak As though you've Learned anything You little stump Of a man When I confide In you, just Cut me off and Talk about The elements again Listen As though you've Got any other Motive but ******* Me someday And I'll pretend You're a friend Until you do it Again and then I'm walking away.Saša Milivojev - CORONA. . “Crisis Committee”, to rejuvenate. Corona was her name, The old hag was insane. On Earth they made the poisons fall. blamed for infection, She had working hours, sleeping before noon, was contagious only in the afternoon. Half the world she vaccinated, with poisons injected, what is going on, you are going to see ...I stay up past three in the morning Counting the rings of Saturn While crying to the moon I try to pray to you But I get lost searching In the veins of the sky Where the colors fade from Orange to gold to purple to blue For the perfect star That could possibly hold you. #cosmic #stars #colors #sky #moon.Sa Pagibig. 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Naomi Shihab Nye, “Hello” from Words Under the Words: Selected Poems (Portland, Oregon: Far Corner Books, 1995). Copyright © 1995 by Naomi Shihab Nye. In the silence of my being, I find my peace. Like butterflies, free and light, my soul flies far and wide. The peace within me, so tender and beautiful, like the wings of a butterfly in the sunshine. My heart beats gently, in harmony with the world, my own peace that rests and illuminates within me. you love i. Ander Stone. her carapace of promises broken. witnessing the cracks tears a whole through a heavy heart. I can feel the scars upon your broken coil and the salt flats below your eyes. he spilled the blood of his bitter fists upon that cardboard frame the world calls your body. yet you still carry yourself upon the winter winds. yet you hold on ... I bleed to produce seed for my flower bed of creed yet the flowers I need didn’t grow, instead unwanted weeds flourish as it dirtied my deeds upon deeds of neglect, I heed. 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