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She controls her laughter,
lets it slip from the edge of her mouth,
the corners of her lips lift ever so slightly,
then, she makes a sound,
seamlessly, her fingers graze my thighs,
smoothly, her eyes meet mine,
and in her eyes, I see my reflection—
aflame, abashed, and fiery,

She is the answer I’ve scoured the world for,
and yet, she, herself, remains a mystery,

Ah, I see,
She controls her laughter
as easily as she controls me.
JV Beaupre
Dreams curl away,
Eyes blink open, toes wiggle.
It's morning, ready or not.
The Universe & Me
we go way back
and forth;
only nothing
can break us apart.
Audrey L
so scared to hurt people feeling,
so instead i hurt mine.
free spirit
All different
All the same
Some daughters
Some mothers
Some sons
Some fathers
Some Catholic
Some Jewish
All Human
she moves

like a

band of thieves--

well into the

dog day's


ransacking all

kinds of suckers.
The sweet, soft rain
Pit-pattering on the rooftop
Keeps the beat
As you sing to me
The most beautiful song
Of your love
"My fellow bros ,my fellow brethren,my fellow comrade,
The time has come for us to fight back. No more will we become oppressed by main stream media,no more will I take this online abuse and hatred,no more will I say ,'I am sorry ,I messed up,okay ?' ,and you know why ? I'm number one ! I am number one !
No more lame boxing matches
I challenge t-series into a saber battle like real men,I'm throwing my glove at you t-series,fight me,IRL to the death. No more boxing glove and helmets,I am talking about to the death here."
"If they won't accept my sword challenge ..
Then the only thing we can do is :fight fire with fight."
"Smash subscribe ,smash subscribe"
"What we gonna do ?"
Smash subscribe
Given above are the subtitles from the video:
Tawanda Mulalu
(after Sarah Manguso)

The darkness of your eyes is a curious darkness.
I mean when I close them. Old dances are equal
in distraction, like the shifts in subjects in a song.
That's just the different voice in a choir, I mean.
I mean, I mean to mean: Meaning from the random
statistical patterns of this... "world"? Is it right
to call everything "this"? "World" seems to mean "here" and yes,
with "us". Like the positivists told the scientists, "yes"
this thing with our eyes-- expansive eyes,
microscope eyes telescope eyes large hadron collider eyes mathy eyes
--these eyes are "I". Would I be comfort,
--and yes, the substance of that word and not the action
that entails the substance being a thing that can be
--would you be comforted by the thing that sees
being the thing that sees you as you? Imagine
some other singer singing that no other such thing
exists besides ourselves. Is that comfort? Is that
a person or a poem? Is everything in that the same? Wonder
with me back to empiricism. Knock on the table
and think of it not as Idea (that beneath our own
that we wished to wish). Wonder
with me on this song, back-of-the-envelope
calculated tipsily, alone, at the edge of a party
--okay, the party of (this) life. Wonder
with me, there, here,
always. And open
your throat.
This is a 'Poem of Comfort'.
he embraced the crevices and ridges of her body
like an adventurer exploring new terrains
he would not be staying for long.
It’s autumn, and I’m five years old.
The trees are tall. I look up
I can’t see the sky
We walk on. Under my feet
Mud, gravel, sand?
I’m not so sure.

It doesn’t matter
My tiny hands wield a mighty sword
I run, the fallen bridge trembling
The world at my feet, at last.
A stick, a log, the past.

It’s summer now, and I’m thirteen.
We walk upstream. The trees
Are silent, and so am I.
There is no destination
Yet there is an end. I don’t know it yet
But this is goodbye.

It’s winter. I’m nineteen
And a thousand miles away.
The memories are blurry, confusing

But I don’t want to go back
Not to the falling leaves of autumn
Or the scorching heat of summer.
That place is frozen now
In memory.
One of the poems I wrote for a class at university. The prompt we were given was "describe the first place from your childhood that comes to mind".
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
Is off-brand raisin bran
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
today is shaky
by that,
I mean I am
shots of darkness
All the dead hearts are laid out screaming,
there is no cure for a broken heart,
all the beating ones insist on healing,
while turning ache into art

Desire of the living starts to churn,
wisdom of the dead shaking trust,
let the broken pieces burn,
and turn into dust
Samantha Cunha
In a void
much deeper
lies the answer
Do not get stuck
down there,
you mustn't
search for the
writings on the wall
then climb up
from the fall
to bestow the wisdom
upon the others
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Nicholas Booth
I can't feel my fingers
I can't feel my toes
been put through the ringer
I can't feel my woes

I press against my ribs and teeth
and make sure my feet are underneath
my floating head
this feeling I dread
my god I need a release

but a release would mean
things are not as they seem
and I would still be numb
left high, dry and dumb

so numb I will stay
a lifeless bouquet
of fingers and toes
and all of my woes
feeling like nothing
Chia F Lanojan
I turned to the corner
Then I turned to myself
Then I realized
I have turned all the corners that are left

I looked up and pray
And I saw his saving glory
That comes from within
And last in eternity
Bran DeLeón
when two paths merge,
souls wander together
to the sky,
like a flame
never fading
Rekha Nur Alisha
she was a box of
cigarettes, waiting to be lit
but would soon run out

of light, of time,
and of you
It’s so cold.
What brought about this change?
I’ve stayed the same, I think.
It’s so cold.
The whiteness of my view is brighter than before.
What changed?
It’s so cold.
The darkness of the sky has me wondering?
What I can see I can’t feel because,
It’s so cold.
What changed?
Am I still alive?
I’m not at all sure about that.
What changed?
It’s so cold...
What happened???

Brian Hill - 2019
Leaves were falling from the tree of pear,
         She was still waiting for them.
     No one cared about her, listened her,
     At the last, the young ones lost a gem.
Quatrille on mother who is leaving in oldage home
Suresh Gupta


Time, a false perception,
has become the ultimate chronicler of existence,
unidimensional, unidirectional and constant.
The very birth of each individual Perceiver and Observed,
initiates its own filament of Time,
and once initiated, that pendulum remains in perpetual motion, forever existent and recallable for eternity.

Gravity, electromagnetism, nuclear - forces of interaction

to be continued.....
From the pre-introductory page of Forces of Creation
He gave up again.. he threw his hands in the air and walked away .. nothing left to say
There's a hole in my heart

A void in my mind

A deep desire for nothing but want

A need for something like fun

Adventure and thrills

Seekers and pills

Falling into a blackness

So dark I'm turning blue

Such stark it's only true

Helpless and innocent

Forgiving and iridescent

I bond with strangers

Act bold, I'm not the tamest

I am stuck, so stuck

I don't know how to get out of here

This place, this room, this hide

This mask, this facade,

This glass, this wall, this broken bridge

It is all burning up into flames

Watch it, sink

Down it goes deep into

Black Waters

- soulwriterj
Written in a state of fragility and lostness.
IG: @soulwriterj
Karen Horsley
I think of you
the sun shines
close my eyes


you at my side
always young in memory
warm sand between our toes
building castles
hand in hand running into the waves

always laughing

I’d die to protect you
–  my brother

but you left first
now you remain
forever young
copyright © 2018 Karen Horsley
(not based on real life)
Jessica Connor
I've been watching you for the longest time
I only want to keep you safe from them
They're all so horrible
They wish to take you away from me
I can't allow that

If you knew what I was hiding
You'd be scared of me, I'm sure of it
My personality is quite confusing
So I don't blame you for not fully understanding it

You have been hurt before
You told me
You have lived like me
We once shared the same reality

That hurt me

You don't deserve to be in pain
I do
You don't deserve to be upset
I do
So please
Let me protect you
Let me protect you from this truly terrible reality we both seem to share
obsession love unhealthy delusional truelove reality
people come and go,
they are just passing by.
why can't you let go?
when all of them are just going to go.
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
Ashly Kocher
Water rises
Rivers flood
Like my heart exploding
With our love
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
pretty when you're choked
thighs crying the next morning
no complain, just bliss.
a haiku
Wala nang lumalabas na salita
Di na ako makagawa ng tula
Pinipilit basahin ang sarili
Ngunit walang tugmang mapili

Alam kong dapat walang ganito
Pagpiga ng damdamin para sayo
Diba dapat natural lang daw
At hindi magtutunog mababaw

Pero mahal bakit ganito
Bakit biglaan na lang huminto
Dahil ba nabasag ang ideyalismo
Mga makalumang aspirasyon ko

Pero mahal wag kang mag-alala
Mabubuo ko tong aking talata
Katulad ng Pag-ibig ko sayo
Gumulo lang isip hindi ang puso

Di ito hihinto tumibok para sayo
Nandito lang ako lagi para sayo
Ako nang sasalo sayo mahal
Pipiliting maging sagot sayong dasal

Mamahalin kita ng buong buo
Hinding hindi magkukulang sayo
Kaya tatapusin ko tong sulat ko
Pero hinding hindi ang pagmamahal sayo
Ian Robinson
Tragedy isn't even very tragic anymore
another 6 word poem
Am I just
writing what I feel,
Or am I
writing to feel?
Richard Smith
As they stand there
In skimpy clothes
Ignoring the letching
The leering
Calling to the lonely
The lost the sad
The desperate
The depraved
Are you looking
For a date
A good time
Always in danger
Taking the risk
To earn the
Money for the next fix
The next meal
The babies clothes
No one asks their
Keith Wilson
It's a quiet
fair February morning
a few early flowers
are blooming
Snowdrops and Crocuses
are out
Spring will be here soon
You and your sweet, sweet lies,

I'll miss your bitter taste.

Everything had a price,

Put your hands on my waist.


You and your sweet, sweet smile.

Both' your hands in my hair.

You were so versatile,

Loved you like a nightmare

We cannot be appart,

I never asked you for much,

Yet you keep breaking my heart.

All I ever wanted was your touch.
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