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I once was so sad
I came here and found a community
People like me
Restless and needing understanding
Lovely people
My account was hacked and I lost everything
I didn’t even get to say goodbye
Or even copy my poetry
The seen and the hidden
I have missed my friends so much
If anyone remembers me
Please let me know
The hugs will be endless
I have suffered the loss of you all
Deb
  Jul 23 South-by-Southwest
Maria
The evening is quiet, clear and fresh.
I’m walking along the shore.
I’m wearing only few clothes now,
Only your shirt and nothing more.

I’m stepping onto the damp, warm sand.
How pleasant its touch is!
I’m not in a hurry. I want to inhale
The waning of this aloof day’s breeze.

We wandered here with you beforetime,
Holding hands, breathing in time.
Love and peace were around us.
But then all went wrong, not in rhyme.

Now I’m walking along the shore.
I’m walking alone, delighting in sunset.
I’m gulping my tears and walking straight.
That must be the way it has to be instead.
Thank you for reading this poem! 💖🙏
  Jul 23 South-by-Southwest
Bri
An unfamiliar feeling
Almost like bubbles in my stomach
Fireworks in my brain

Laughter comes easily
Jokes slide off my tongue
Drunk on the feeling

Summer days
Long car rides
Music blasting
Bringing the strange feeling
Filling the air I breathe

Confidence
Love
The purest joy
Feeling as high as the stars in the sky

Better than a cigarette
Or any drug
The bursting
Euphoric feeling
Of true happiness
was feeling pretty good today for the first time in a long time
Through our days, they come & go
Shadows all through afterglow,
Some make impact, some obtuse,
Hilariously, some are loose....
Occasionally, one you love
Soaring through the clouds, above....
Then, again.... the ones you hate
Grit your teeth and aggravate?
But best of all, there's those that laugh
Bust the gut enough to ****!!!
Them's the best, my errant friend,
They'll last you till.... the very end!

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Joshin with my old sidekick, Don Bouchard.
Another character from another time.
Two bald headed men fighting over a comb, why can’t we leave these war mongering narratives alone?
TT
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