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Zywa Nov 2024
Stay a child, then you

can fall asleep like a prince --


on a stranger's lap.
Novel "Verborgen gebreken" ("Crying shame", 1996, Renate Dorrestein), part 3, chapter 3

Collection "Old sore"
everything begins to slow
the words
the names
the memories glow
not too long ago it seems
you became the savior
of my dreams
a life less full
than most would hope
a child's new life
a means to cope
I watched you grow
as I grew old
I watched your life
like a dream unfold
from your very first step
to my very last thought
you were everything
Claire Kowal Nov 2024
Heat and hearth give birth to the pain of the people
Burning down whatever was created
Blowing away the ash left behind from memories
The wind whispering tyranny into the ears of the leaders
Portraying violence among the people we once called friends
The understandings of a mind get burned
Causing strain in society

There is no more room for hope
The noose is around our necks
We are getting whipped into place
One foot out of line and we’re gone
The fear coursing through our veins should be replace with anger
Anger towards those who wrong us
The ones who decide what we can and can’t do
The ones who say they’re doing it in the name of God
Well, I hate to break it to you
There is no God,
There is no one coming for us except ourselves
duck Nov 2024
crayons in hands
and stickers on face
with a cute headband
as i decorate my camera case



i miss those days



a pen in hand
and pimples on face
with a rubberband
as i speed up my pace
to finish studying



that's me now
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