heartbreak

They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.

Flooded Floorless Jungle
See previous notes for further context: Notes from L’amor Raging Rapids. Where I crashed on the far side of the shore, naked, clambering for whatever sand oozes grit through my fingers while clenching for humid air may not make sense. Your former partner, another researcher with a separate hypothesis with semi-complementary objectives, is lost on the opposite side, miles back. A wave and a salute to such a spirit who got one hell of a ride out of you before you gathered whatever supplies, whatever notes of yours, and the ones left by them, you frantically salvage before trekking into Flooded Floorless Jungle…
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Gluttony.
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By Marie381Uk 26 days ago in Poets
Runner-up
Take one measure of shame, add milk, boiling water, and salt. Pour this into a bowl of flour. Then mix in two eggs.
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By Jaded | Pleasured26 days ago in Poets
Threaded Through
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By Milan Milic26 days ago in Poets
Beware
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By iftikhar Ahmad26 days ago in Poets