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 Oct 2024 Jamesb
WildFire
Let Me Go
 Oct 2024 Jamesb
WildFire
Let me go, like letting the ribbon slip through your fingers, your eyes watching the balloon dance in the breeze before disappearing into the clouds.
 Oct 2024 Jamesb
Sin
Return
 Oct 2024 Jamesb
Sin
For now the winter bites
Breath stolen by the cold fingers
Of the nights frost
Hanging in the still air
We shall return to our motherland
Victoria is the name
Pressed onto cracked lips

Let the fire of saviour burn tonight
As we prepare
For thine enemy shall taste
The cold arrows
Peirce the breast of harlots
As we march

Bear skin warms our back
And norse songs pound inside souls
Of brave warriors
Beneath the silver moon

March march march
Until this land is free again
And we return
To the love of the
Summer angel
 Oct 2024 Jamesb
Jeremy Betts
I've never felt the comfort of being comfortable enough to be me
...
Do you know what that's like?
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Like floating dead center of the deepest sea
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And trying to ride a mangled bike
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Like climbing to the weakest part of the tallest tree
...
Then stepping out to start the hike
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I can't locate the key to unlock any different reality
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Try as I might
...
So I struggle significantly to just be the Jeremy others want to see
...
When I don't even know if that Jeremy is someone I like

©2024
 Oct 2024 Jamesb
jay
.in french
you dont say
"i miss you"
you say
"tu me manques"
witch means
"you are missing from me"

.
 Oct 2024 Jamesb
Eli
even the darkest minds can drip gold;
pink roses can bloom behind ****** chain link fences,
as leaves can stay orange as they float in puddles reflecting gray.

there’s always stars in the dark.
<3
 Oct 2024 Jamesb
Av
solitude
 Oct 2024 Jamesb
Av
There is freedom in isolation,
in being idle and invisible,
where one could sit in muteness,
swim widely in dusk and ask,
"Am I really here,
if no one is around to see?"
A different kind of suicide

There is pleasure in being a shadow,
in pretending you don't exist,
to avoid acting like you do

Solitude isn't a time for me
to let myself free
but rather a time to free myself
from who I am

Outside the confinement of company,
I am anyone and anything,
I am someone else, somewhere else
I am alive,
but I am no one
I am alone

a.r.
 Oct 2024 Jamesb
Thomas Wood
At a desk, coffee sachets rest.
Long-life milk harbours
white dreams of expiry.
Shuffling in his forgetful nest
a grey man blinks
at the intruding light.

Americo, do you remember
your antique power,
that opened like a rose
on the walls of Hiroshima?
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