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 Jul 20 Foogle
irinia
vision
 Jul 20 Foogle
irinia
All we need is darkness
for the natural selection of light
I watch the past as a travel show
the necessity or adversity ignites language,
different shapes of games, we like the power plays
of circle
let me be sealed in a wave
I want to descend to the faith of sand
to the Cro-Magno vision of words
My story may have closed a door,
But still I have days to roar,
To rebuild and rise once more,
With zeal in my heart, and a story to explore.

My blood runs hot, with passion's fire,
The past may be gone, but the future's desire,
To make history with every stride,
And let my spirit be my guide.

With renewed energy, I take my stand,
And confess my truth, hand in hand,
With every step, a new path's laid,
And my story unfolds, in a brighter shade.
#readers
 Jul 20 Foogle
Yonah Jeong
Future...sharing
Present...sharing
Past-sharing.
 Jul 20 Foogle
Rosie Mg
Struck.
 Jul 20 Foogle
Rosie Mg
Zap.
Light consumes me.
Imprinted in my heart.

You walked through the door,
my mind flew away.

My cloudy sky cleared up.
My day was brighter.
As soon as I saw you.

I fell for you.

You changed my life,
with your presence.
Written in 2020.
 Jul 20 Foogle
Rosie Mg
My heart grows,
and my cracks, with it.
I'm boiling
a steamy mess,

this anger,
popping in, with a grand “Hello”!
They lift their shields,
wresting my weapons.

I anxiously cope,
knotting a sense of self,
to my cowardice,
in vain.

Their support,
bends and molds me.
You smile.
It's reciprocated.

You tear me open.
My snick,
held by untrusted twine.
Split cotton ends; no soft ones at that.

My heart may grow.
My smile does not.
My ears attentive,
to tension, beyond my grasp.
Written in 2022.
 Jul 20 Foogle
Rosie Mg
I'm like a tree in winter,
only, a subtle difference;
they sleep through the cold.

I'm like a tree in winter,
although, all seasons,
make my insides rot.

See, the thing is,
my trunk is freezer burnt,
I've stopped growing,
branches are falling off,

I’m a dying tree

in a forest

blooming with

creativity.
Written in 2021.
 Jul 20 Foogle
Rosie Mg
Distraction corrupts you.
As you lack interest.
I am just, noise.
Your ears are cushioned; absorbing a buzz.

Just listen to me, respect me.
Mocking me as I try to be civil.
You belittle me.
And the buzzing stops.

Your head finally turns.
You slapped the fly,
and its juices neatly seat the bench,
and you stare, and you don't care.

I slump, melting.
Clenching my jaw.
You pluck my wings,
and I let you.

My dignity stripped.
Your ego; unrestrained, unrestricted.
I just watch,
as my eyes blurt a river.
Written in 2022.
 Jul 20 Foogle
Rosie Mg
Believe it or not -

I gather you do.

I’m fueling, a growing fire

which burns bright
and gold.

Since my shy heart,

loves beauty

for it, is all of you.

A glowing sun,

playful and greedy,

as I.
P. Written in 2025.
I hardly think about you
Except when the music plays
And I realize that no one else
In the whole wide world
Knows the lyrics
But us...
Once or twice a day is not that much, after all...
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