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𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬, 𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙨. 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙤𝙣, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙮'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚. -©️⭕️ <> [me] #Flashpoem 2022 ; photos: leaves, South Jersey, 2o22. (at Bedford-Stuyvesant) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm6R-qNOmdW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
“The Screens” [A poem by Alyssa Grace Moore]
The screens are always keeping me
Constant, lonely company.
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Read more poetry at www.alyssagracemoore.com
Wake Up
Wake Up: A #FlashPoem. #poetry #poems #yqr #poemssaskatchewan #amwriting
Wake up. Do not miss the sunshine to escape harsh winds. Weather the storm whether you like it or not. You are stronger than ever, think not of sleep again.
Shape up, or ship out, as they say, but ensure that the vessel is not leading astray. You are the captain, the crew is afraid. They will tell you the lifeboat is suicide, a foolish man’s ride.
Look alive, feel dead. Believe the jive, drink…
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Seule
Seule: A #Poem about the #lonliness. #poem #poetry #amwriting #amreading #canadapoets #saskatchewan #fringe #outintheair #yqr #yxe #literaryarts #arts #latenightwriting #flashpoem
Yellow-stained walls,
empty halls.
Once filled with joy, and too bright too the eye
now is dull droning, lifeless and gray.
Could it have been me that pushed them all away?
No.
They are ravenous and vacuous, thieves and peeves, morons and pee-ons, are riddled with addiction, and full of disease.
They are reprobates who masturbate to whatever filth that they please.
They are no better than…
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astral half bound & gagged from youth
now walk your empty decades though the fog
hearing the cries always calling them a thing different
that skill mastered on yourself until that day
when the wind blew & the sun shone & you knew
you know...
gaoler o me
oh me
oh me
hame
o cart of lead dragged through the swamp & mire & ruin hidden in my shadow & me a draft horse blind
when the traces broke
o cart of lead my hame askew i saw & bolted like a colt not a horse at all
wracked and free my hame all that remained the dark & the past all that remained
o cart of lead lamed and bereft take this hame that i have left
Tal vez la Tierra nunca fue origen ni punto de partida. Tal vez sólo es navío unilateral; cascajo de tierra, hierba y agua diseñado para intentar fugarnos del implacable asedio solar. Tal vez nuestro puerto sea encallar vacíos, vertir el hielo naufragado en la temporalidad de nuestra sangre extinta al hueso. #FlashPoem #PincheCalor #FisiónVeraniega
Into the void, groundage of prayers; Silence and awe, the carriage of bliss. #FlashPoem #Insight #Insomniac #Meditation
