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Ruby Lord Apr 05, 2025

Cold Orbit

I sent my love through static air,
past stars that never blink.
You waved from Earth. I can’t wave back.
What next? I watch the planet shrink.

I told myself the moon was kind,
though it couldn’t speak my name.
I made my bed on orbit’s hum,
and feathered dreams of fame.

The signal cracked with ash and fire,
a last message: ‘Brace, impact, gone.’
The world slipped into silence,
but the sky played on and on.

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Jokerface82 Apr 05, 2025

A journey into cold world

Splashed stars like freckles
Stopped glittering their silver
coats. Sound waves paused
not Reaching there distination
Eyes frozen in space black, no
oxygen.

My lungs gagged
becoming asphyxiated.
Water stopped running
The planet stopped spinning.
A journey into a new world
No evolution.

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Geezer Apr 04, 2025

Relax, It's the Weekend...

The distant sound of a breaking dawn
comes to me on the back of a scent-laden breeze.
I breathe deeply and remember.
The smell of coffee, a starter grinding,
highway horns and high-flying geese in symphony.

Can the wind bring the odor of a wet dog,
the hum of dragonflies, and ripples on a pond
blending together in the warmth of a perfect day?
Do you hear voices from the past?
I wonder if it is just my imagination,
or does the breeze call my name?

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Michael Anthony Apr 04, 2025

Wisdom Where You Find It

I drove along the Coast highway today.
There, broken clouds were unable to hold
against a persistent sun.

The waves, turbulent like my thoughts,
leaving receding foam to chase
after what they are unlikely to catch.

Like the foam, I realized
I would simply have to meet the next wave
where it collides with its destination.

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Candlewitch Apr 04, 2025

His Coveted Map Of Scars

Her body was a map of pink puckering scars
as if someone had employed burning brands,
making labored note to trace the stars
a statement and declaration of art with his hands.

He shouted, "from this moment 'til forever on,
this exquisite body belongs to me... It is mine!"
She is a piece of celestial music, playing 'til dawn
in ballet steps she floats, toeing every line...

W
Words.unwritten Apr 04, 2025

Map of scars

You left on me a map of scars
I tried to erase them in clubs and in bars
Some wide open some forbidden
Some starting to heal Some deeply hidden
Each stranger burdened with tales of woe
Hoping for a surgeon his needle to sew
To close up the wounds
that ripped through my heart
Each shot down the hatch to toast a new start
In the morning regret as the sun hit my face,
naked and dirty an utter disgrace
Why am I here? , what is the point?
I poured another drink and rolled one more joint

TG
The Gogetter Apr 03, 2025

My view from the treadmill

As I walk
gently and slowly
on the treadmill in the gym
I see different views and landscapes.

I begin on a gravel path
with people walking by
giving way for me.
Then, the landscape changes
and I find myself on a beach
with the water of the ocean
lapping slowly
back and forth.
I imagine my feet
sinking in the sand
of the sunny beach.

JR
Jane A. Rug Apr 03, 2025

Betrayal (guilty as charged)...

within mine marriage,
and all the ramifications
that happen therefrom
courtesy the social media platform
of Facebook Messenger,
wherein those subscribing
to an orthodox dogma
may consider said website infernal
(even more despicable
then once upon a time
Old Rotten Gotham
sliding down into the behavioral sink),
where sirens wail their plaintive call
seductively luring and captivating
(courtesy their cam girl schtick)
yours truly just another netizen,
(albeit a married Caucasian fellow)

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Geezer Apr 03, 2025

Don't Need No GPS...

There is a map of scars
that decorates my heart,
of things I did and didn't do,
those things that were my part.

Scars and tracks of disappointment,
a map of where I've been.
No chances to go back.
Wish I could do them all again.

Things I didn't say just then,
those I said with pain intended.
Now, I long to right those wrongs,
I wish my fences mended.