something something timezones and staying up for a beloved or two or three or fou- (gets shot)
macro. sleep pt1&2
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“You know that guy you asked for? Yeah, yeah, th- yes, the rich lonely vampire who will love you more than anything in the world - that one. Right.”
“Well, uh. Look, I don't know how to tell you this, but….”
“Somewhere along the way someone fucked up the schedules and now…well…”
“As it turns out, he’d already booked this century for a…’deep slumber’ - his words, not mine - and so is unavailable until at least 2091.”
“It’s not your fault, really. It’s not anyone’s - well. Yes ok it could be argued that it was the fault of the intern who’d missed the scheduling conflict in their half-starved and sleep-deprived state. That is always someone you could blame it on - Honestly though, it’s just a simple case of being born in the wrong time, really.”
“What’s that? Which time is correct for you? Well, see, we’re not too sure of that ourselves. And really, there’s no way to go and change the when’s and where’s of your birth! It all simply happens as it does and we all just have to deal with it..”
“But sometimes that means there are scheduling conflicts.”
“So, to show you how truly deeply sorry we are for your life in this century winding up being a complete waste because somehow even in your fantasy where things had a chance of working out, you still created a society that ran on money. How strange, isn’t it? That you’d unconsciously turn to the thing you say you hate most, even in your efforts to escape that very thing.”
“Hmm? What’s that? Oh, yes, that’s right, I was just getting to that.”
“To show our deepest, most sincere apologies, have this - free of charge”
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Glide through my wet folds
Honey anointing your lips
Tasting spring's nectar
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𝑴𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔,
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕’𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆
𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏.
𝑰𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆
𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔,
𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰’𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖
𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆
𝑰’𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏.
[𝐍𝐢𝐨𝐜𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐦]
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Every blank page is a new journey
Waiting to be told
Every pen is a writer’s story
Liquid and unformed
Some pages are misused
A legend left untold
Some leaves are suffused
With misery and love
Every dry pen is a hard imagination
Unable to live to the full
Each new word, a revelation
White and clear
Every new pen
Ink so dear
A new adventure represents
Sweet to my ear
Everyone could tell a story
But they neglect the waiting page
Everyone could embrace the bright and gory
Release your imagination from its cage
Image Description: Macro image of a tradescantia pallida (purple heart). Raindrops bead on the vibrant purple and green leaves.
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macro
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pollen
tiny, green insects
minuscule droplets of nectar
veins of colored softness
delicate, purple petals
globules of water
little worlds of wonder
an orchestra of bees
~
azuki lynn
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An artist drew
A rose,
And left
This picture shared
With you.
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🦗 Grass-stalk-walking, stalking grasshopper.
Is a grasshopper walking
up a grass stalk
called grass-stalker?
Did the half-proper stalking
cause the lass balk
stalled fast-walker.
There is room for thought, what sense to make,
of my assumed intent - for the poem's sake.
I'm sure the simpleminded, innocent bug would forgive me its anthropomorphization if it could. 😅😇
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Re zo la cuer pa
Cam bio de piel an ces tral
Bom ba de hu mo
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