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 Jul 22 RED
Jimmy silker
It's bin raining all day
Lightning rolled through
Just now
The scaffold near
Pressed agin my window
I survived it
Somehow.
 Jul 22 RED
Jimmy silker
He talks of military intelligence
Two words together
That don't make sense
And the saleability
Of peace
This is the news
There is no relief
The freak show
That lives inside our heads
Soon comes the day
When we wake up dead.
 Jul 22 RED
Jimmy silker
The feeling
You don't generally feel
The nature of connection
That gets pushed
To the keel
Them that you couldn't
Talk about
That love is the greatest
With that there's
No doubt.
 Jul 22 RED
eliana
The End
 Jul 22 RED
eliana
From lots of laughter, splashing and playing, and sharing memories
to it
coming to an end.
I just came back from my bsfs party. i had so much fun ,I feel sad now that it ended :(. Most likely wont see my whole friend group until school starts and I honestly feel like crying bc of it. (ik it sounds dumb)
 Jul 22 RED
Jimmy silker
I dreamed a dream
And you were there
With perfect knockers
And tousled hair
Laughter like music
A scream serene
It seemed impossible
I dreamed a dream
 Jul 22 RED
BEEZEE
Cosmic Love
 Jul 22 RED
BEEZEE
Shifting realities
like favorite movies.

Love intertwines
with robust beauty,
wrapping him tightly
in vines of earth’s presence.

Divine intervention
from a woman’s connection.

Within a snow globe
beneath the stars,
she lays slowly
as he wraps his arms
around her.

Tightly,
she will fall asleep—
cosmic love
confessing
that life
is a dream.
Dec 2 2020
 Jul 22 RED
BEEZEE
I am Retired
 Jul 22 RED
BEEZEE
I have retired from temptations of attention.
I’ve retired from the need to judge.
I’ve retired from feeling like I need that moment,
And I’ve retired from feeling too sad.

I have retired into a place of contemplation —
A place nearby, and where I sit.

I have retired from feeling guilty,
And I’ve retired from needing your yes.

I am retired.
 Jul 20 RED
Jimmy silker
Before I hit my head
There's was a fog
That hemmed my vision
Myopia
Was my guide
To every poor decision
Since the blow
The mist has cleared
I see so clearly
Panoramic
But still
I lose each bet
Constantly
****
And tragic.
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