Khoisan

Khoisan Sep 18

In
life we live
only as far
as
the
eye can see
barring our own mistakes
beg for forgiveness
restore respect
and
maintain your integrity
.

#khoisanproverb

Sep 18

Eric Bergeron

YOUR STARSHINE

The sky has seen all versions of you.

It sees you when you are brave and strong,
Also, it sees you when you are a complete mess, falling apart at the seams,

And yet, the stars still shine brightly for you at night, because you are beautiful.
And no matter where you are at, you are worth it.

Just remember that during the times you break and are at your lowest.
You are worth the good things.

The stars shine for you, even when you are a mess.
They believe in you
I believe in you.

#mentalhealth

Khoisan Sep 17

Askance

Though I have done you bad
it's in the past
You are my miracle
you are
what I pray for
as God is my witness.

BLT
Merriam Webster word of the day challenge
Askance

#fornication #misdemeanor

Khoisan Sep 17

A I pleaeeeez3

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
Houston do you copy
I am all alone
Flesh and bone
don't let go
I am not a clOne

Khoisan Sep 16

And the Moonlight lingers on.

Two fireflies hover
SHoTS ring out
A
Misty haze
expels
platonic gaze
.
In lieu
of
fanning
you
should've
left me hanging
.

Friends shouldn't be lovers ?

Sep 16

William A Gibson

The Forager

I lap from puddles,
tasting of blistered bark,
teeth green from moss
the deer abandoned.

fed the fire with Walden,
its spine snapped
like a rabbit’s neck.
Ash branded my palms
with unread philosophy.

Soon it will be winter.

I’ll freeze stiff: a fallen carcass
unless poems hatch inside me,
larvae splitting bone from within.

This poem is written in the 55 form, that is, it consists of exactly 55 words. Inspired by Joy Ann Jones - https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5138107/medicine-sky/

#55 #flash55

Sep 15

ABB

Cake by ABB

Today is my birthday,
I’m turning eleven.
My one wish is that when I’m twenty,
I still feel like seven.
I hear yelling,
An explosion of pandemonium.
I rush downstairs,
Tripping over them.
My smile stretches from wall to wall
I see my loving parents,
Knives in hand,
And at each other’s throats.
The smile fades.
No wishes of any kind.
I return to my room.
Take pencils.
And make myself blind.

— from my chapbook Glass Three Quarters Empty