Mike Hauser
Mike Hauser · 23 hours ago

She draws the stars
Late into the night
Standing in an open field
Soaking in their light
The beauty that they cast
Helps her pen to glide
When she's finished drawing
Is when she takes to flight

She draws the stars
Colors them by numbers
Throws away all diagrams
Prefers the use of different colors
Gives them all the oddest names
One after another
The furthest ones away
Names them after her ex-lovers

She draws the stars
Then gives her drawings away
To those she meets on the street
She feels needs a brighter day
She gives away the ones she loves
The rest she likes to save
Pastes them on her walls
In the galaxy she's made

Bellina furtado
Bellina furtado · 2 days ago

Before you texted me

I dint know addiction

Before you spoke

I never loved sarcasm

Before your charm

I never felt obsession

Before your wit

I was never struggling for words


Now that your gone...

Iam just another poet!

Robyn
Robyn · 18 hours ago

I would forget you right now
I would leave these feelings behind
If it wasn't for the way you looked at me

I would put this all in the past
I would abandon all hope that I have
If it wasn't for the things you said to me

I would rather miss The Train than mess this up
I would force the words back down my throat
If it wasn't for the way you stared at me

The way you hugged me


The surprise on your face when you'd seen how I've grown



I would forget I ever felt this way
If you hadn't acted like you didn't feel it too


So welcome home my friend
It's never been better to see you

spysgrandson
spysgrandson · 18 hours ago

why can’t I howl like you?  
like the wild dogs un-muzzled
in the karmic night?

why can’t I have honesty,
like well earned sweat,
ooze from every pore
like you, Bukowski?  

why can’t I enter the river
against the flow, like the steamer
which juggernauted you, Joseph  
into the black jungle, where scarlet pulses
of your dark heart spoke the language
of the sword, but  
words cut more savagely than  
the sharpened steel?  

words, so viciously true
they had to be silenced
by the light of day
before they could blind others
like I, who would slash and burn
you for seeing, and speaking  
the horror of truth

Elizabeth Squires
Elizabeth Squires · 1 day ago

as I walked up the neighbors back stairs
there was a distinct smell of Mary Jane on the air
I knocked on the door and waited a while
then the neighbor's son opened the door wearing a stoned smile

in his hand
he had a bag of twisties
he told me
he had the munchies

I
was
nearly
overcome
by
Mary Jane
drifting
out
of
the
window
pane

then he started to laugh uncontrollably
and I looked around to see what was so funny
I thought he might have been having a private joke
after all he'd been tugging on a reefer smoke

I told him to tell his mother
to drop in at my place
as I'd like to talk to her
about her son being off his face

PETE
PETE · 19 hours ago

rebecca
i said aloud.

my mind was chilled.
cold.
my ears throbbed
and
my eyes burned.

rebecca
and
i felt uneasy.

rebecca
and
my mind was almost freed.

rebecca
and
my lips began to shake.

rebecca
and
my eyes pooled.

Carmen
Carmen · 16 hours ago

He laced her morning coffee with Ecstasy and prayed for the worst.
Trudging footsteps down the stairs as she slips on his shirt,
buttons done up halfheartedly as the soft blue denim hung delicately
about her.
her hair kissed at her shoulders and her breath lay in her mouth
tainted with whiskey and malt liquor, as she yawned and stretched;
bare feet padding against the cold floorboards, as they creaked beneath her.
She walks to greet her lover, grins painted on faces as the coffee cup
simmers and the drugs dissolve; as the love she had for him, dissolves alongside it.

 
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