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The Girl With The Curls by JigsawKillah(m): 2:44am On May 23, 2023
I found her on Facebook, her curly hair,
the length matched the playlist she'd share.
In her DMs living bubbles bounced on the walls
ricocheting, bursting into ripples of joy.

Walls of many colors, created with those chats.
Ah. The graffiti mastermind, with my engine, snapped,
shaking my cans, with gripped hands I went to craft,
and painted atop my wheel, the girl with the curls, and black.

The girl with the curls, her shoulders width a male's,
eyes that sweep me into a cold bath on a warm day,
her laughs tug me, about the ease it takes.
Yes, I met her on a sunny day, she fills a vacuum with the calm she rains.

Moist, but firm curls. Like solar lights, they shone in the dark.
Hoisted on solid roots, I prayed my fingers dart through
The chore of chasing a deity like her
is the nirvanic task of fanning that spark.

Spiraling curls, not Medusa's? Yes?
Here's a fib; to elude the stone shift, I knelt
sacrificed to her, a tongue, and a rod,
she ferries me on her ship, that for me, it docks.



© Jigs Lionheart

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Re: The Girl With The Curls by ShaqFu: 6:21am On May 23, 2023
Still rebellious I see, Jigs. 😁😁
Re: The Girl With The Curls by sageb: 11:51am On May 23, 2023
JigsawKillah:




I found her on Facebook, her curly hair, the length matched the playlist she'd share. In her DMs living bubbles bounced on the walls ricocheting, bursting into ripples of joy.
Walls of many colors, created with those chats. Ah. The graffiti mastermind, with my engine, snapped, shaking my cans, with gripped hands I went to craft, and painted atop my wheel, the girl with the curls, and black.
The girl with the curls, her shoulders width a male's, eyes that sweep me into a cold bath on a warm day, her laughs tug me, about the ease it takes. Yes, I met her on a sunny day, she fills a vacuum with the calm she rains.
Moist, but firm curls. Like solar lights, they shone in the dark. Hoisted on solid roots, I prayed my fingers dart through The chore of chasing a deity like her is the nirvanic task of fanning that spark.
Spiraling curls, not Medusa's? Yes? Here's a fib; to elude the stone shift, I knelt sacrificed to her, a tongue, and a rod, she ferries me on her ship, that for me, it docks.


© Jigs Lionheart
Welcome back Jigs Nice poem
Re: The Girl With The Curls by JigsawKillah(m): 3:57am On May 26, 2023
ShaqFu:
Still rebellious I see, Jigs. 😁😁

I don't think so. I still didn't follow a form though.
Re: The Girl With The Curls by JigsawKillah(m): 3:58am On May 26, 2023
sageb:


Welcome back Jigs
Nice poem

I didn't really leave though. Thank you!

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