Sep 11

never cling to anything like your life depended on it;
the complete opposite is true.

Feb 21      Feb 21

You may
Whisper lies
The truth
Shines along
Colour changing
Of your
For me
To see.
Observing you
Observing me.

Alex Brown
Alex Brown
Oct 22, 2010

So siplme and sewet
yet so nescesray  
our letters juxtaposed
to make words non-imaginary

we read and define
strive to find the line
Where words stop being words
a literary crime

Our slang, out of control
tongues tangled, terrible truth
Txt spk bcmes natrl
It feels so uncouth

but what’s important is the form
of communication we seek
face to face, heart to heart,
a poem so meek
as to lighten the soul
and give hope to the lost
a poem is best

Been a year.. still cant finish this peom.. what do poems do? anyone?
Jan 3, 2011

Next to the iPad,
horn rim readers,
a book of postage stamps,
and a rubber eraser.

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Gioia Rizzo
Gioia Rizzo
Jul 17, 2011

Baby soft scruff

Eyes, pacific and sultry

Sly yet honest

Childlike and sensual

Witty and innocent

Bring forth the animal

The infectious mischief

The lusty rhythms in darkened rooms

The stolen moments in Lower West Side alleyways

Long, piercing looks over a bottle of Dal Forno Amarone

Savage concupiscence

Your eyes suggesting the next move

Bodies entwined in the back of a cab

At the bridge and we walk across

And I indulge in your juxtapositions

All the way to Brooklyn

Adam Moursy
Adam Moursy
Mar 26, 2013      Mar 26, 2013

the distance makes the difference.
staring out the window of a beat-up shack―
moon hear me now
trees look away
cat in the yard please come
bearing gifts.

nothing but a hollow life breaking
and a trail of cigarette smoke rising high
over Broadway.

the cat lies down like
all things do,
pawing at the emptiness
like all things do.

our futility is forever

from the mountains of Tibet,

to the cool confines of
the swivel

from Dizzied by Chance: Poems of a Fringe Existence (2013)

in juxtaposition to
Krystelle Bissonnette

is more cruel
in juxtaposition to
than Sorrow

Copyright Krystelle Bissonnette

there's more
and i'm sick
of it.

- kra

privilege vs. struggle

open vs. close

culture vs. degradation

comfort vs. hyper-awareness

dark vs. light

simple vs. complex

knowledge vs. awkwardness

money vs. wonder

society vs. truth

May 20, 2011

two figures intertwined on a twin sized bed.
he rests in a blanket of tranquility
breathing deeply to the pace of a metronome.
his mind, at ease,
oblivious to the entropy beside him.
she lies on a sheet of apprehension
suffocating the gasps accompanying each tear.
her mind, distressed,
resenting the unconsciousness beside her.

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