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Soloy Jun 2020
Hope shines bright
Vigorous orange wisps
Engulfing my sight
Eclipsing numberless edifice

I am drawn to you my light
Bathing my presence with your warmth
glow tonight

The setting of the sun
Marks the most beautiful part of day
A mellow everglow
Prismatic flowers enwreathing
my heart with snug

The setting of the sun
Marks the Remains of the Day
Not one of solemn rainy mist
But one of graceful frosted tint
Showing me strength that lies within

A time of day
Not too late nor too early
For a Butler's life a sight to marry
It fills his heart with love,
old but gold
passion untold.
I hope you're feeling better now
Illusory hope that never burns
cold
as days go
dreary, colourless.

Till whens't his love will be expressed
Will let his days no more repressed

Warmth glow of evening light
Fuel him with hope
to drive and fight
To see the same sight
My evening light.
  Jun 2020 Soloy
C Mahood
The Starling landed on the sand,
A twitching head it tilted,
Towards old bill,
Wrinkled and weathered.
His old black hat
Ripped, stitched & feathered.
The Starling rested in his hand
Through time's fingers sand now wilted.
Passing the same bench I pass each week. On the beach near my home, I see an old man sitting alone staring to the see. Today I saw him looking at a bird that landed on the other side of the bench. On my return trip back from. The far end of the beach the same man slept, his hand open, holding bread he was feeding the birds. A small Bird ventured towards his palm as this poem fluttered to my mind. How life can be so fast and busy and death can be so sweet and gentle.
  Jun 2020 Soloy
Infamous one
C29
All alone feels like things are fading
From friends to standing solo
Called to check up stay connected
Sent a text to an old friend
No response use to being ignored
No one that busy so the hint is taken
It's about making time
Over one sided friendships
Talking their character up
While they bad mouth
From wanting friends to isolation
Sacrificed now not doing anything
Did stuff not proud for friends
or justifying anymore walked away
Living with guilt labeled with burden
Trying to redeem
New people prefer to be alone
Soloy Jun 2020
I strung the movements
with my heart.
With shrieks of desperate madness
to escape my self enfetter.

Paper beats rock but
My notes bounce back off blunt
damp stonewalls,
cornering me off.
I'm trapped.
My music goes nowhere,
An eternity's echo
Rings of despair

I model after myself,
each movement, each blow
A craft to my hole.

Where I yearn to see the open sky
Where my music can soar and fly

Just let it go,
Uncage it,
Let it flow.
I'm sleepy af when I wrote this
Dry
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
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