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Golden lights in the window panes,
And in the lanterns on the street,
The sidewalks shine a mystic glow,
Lovely where strolling fairies meet

Not a venue for human eyes,
The fairies’ walk we’ll never see,
It exists in a far-off place,
It’s hidden well from you and me.
fantasy
Under my breath,
steam rises slowly
from a simmering wrath
that is about to blow.
And through clenched teeth
many quiet curses seep,
as false calm on the surface
is hard to keep
so, I bide my time,
yes, okay...
I'm fine...
I'm Fine.

But behind this mask
of polite restraint,
my frustration boils,
and my patience is faint.
I am a pressure cooker
set to burst,
as passive-aggressive
pleasantries
conceal the worst
until I am truly
overcooked.

©️Lizzie Bevis
I'm sure many of us have experienced a building frustration like this...
 May 21 Ben Palomino
nivek
the giving yourself away
in the giving the pathway
-the forgetfulness of self
When the dusk skies’ moon
Finds us creeping through the night
Might I take your hand
A gentle grasp with mine
And pray to our God above
That the moonlight won’t catch us in time
An apple a day,
Keeps the doctor away.
A dose of music a day,
Heals me
Clears my head,
Lifts my spirit,
Rejuvenates my soul,
My karaoke time in the shower
With soap in my eyes and sound of running water,
My notes don't  matter.
21/5/2025
 May 21 Ben Palomino
nivek
some knots are bound so tight
it can take a lifetime to undo
but each one a reminder
how you tied yourself up
just to get through.
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