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 25390° 
Mary Gay Kearns
Few people can be beleived
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***
 2410° 
Poetoftheway
extending thought and delving into intent
(where the poems come from)*


when I was younger, say five years ago,
the summer poems breezed by ripe for plucking,
airborne from the compost fat of
sun, water and soiled nature and its intersecting creatures

then winter poet soldiered on, past the easy season,
seeing rhymes-in-city-fireplaces snap cracking pops,
the wet dog smell of humans in overheated buses,
the seasonal wet sock torture that debated suicide alternately

and the early afternoon dark that closed doors,
a jailing of the populace; when by the glow of reruns,
we perform surgery upon ourselves and poems entitled
all sad words begin with a D get composed

now they don’t come that way

now, wait for you to ***** my eyes into seeing
what it’s that ails us all, what repeatedly fails us all,
and what makes living more than just mere presentable,
oh! your scrappy hints, chocolate covered mints and
oatmeal raisin clues

read now a word that exact interrupts


soloduo

and its timed arrival perfect, making my point too well,
the poems come from you and we transmigrate into a duo,
you are equally responsible for the fat places

in the messages and texts, in the storied themes
underlying all your writings, saying, see man, what the babies
can’t say outright or keep in the studio crevices artfully partially hidden,
the list so credibly lengthy, god sent B12 shots
of extra strong caffe inspiration

that’s why you co create the paintings we paint,
I, paint, you, hang them in the place where they can’t be missed,
in the exact spot when you walk in the door, or overhead,
in bed-overhead ceiling,
cursing that prayerful ******* you let slip

making you mark, verified your, Hancock signatory
in the lower corner

so many pins becoming dagger stories,
change is gonna come, and in every letter is the risk,
that what will be brought, what needing saying,
the penultimate penury,
when you can’t pay the bills with monthly unsocial  insecurity

for what is for the best, or worse, reliving the worst twice more,
it cannot be helped in prevented, only reverted,
what you tell me is the what, of the wherefore
and where the poems come from

so you force me to live in every season,
“breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit,
and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.”
(Henry David Thoreau, Walden)


and its inhabitants that inhabit my every seeing,
which is why I am, is
where you are...


1:33 pm April 6, 2019
My broken life,
I lose my best friend,
No one to made me feel
Complete.

No one seen my broken side,
I wonder why things happens,
Why no one seen pain before,
I lost control of my emotions.

I don't even have a best friend,
To talk to everyday,
Share things together,
Play games with,
And most importantly,
Being together all the way.

I wrote things down everything,
That I feel and no one knows
Anything about my pain,
And wish that a have a Best friend
To share my problems with.
 325° 
Julie Rogers
$12.83
And some change
That I’ve been waiting for
Shove it deep into my pocket
Next to letters scribbled
Un-alphabetically
On the back of a receipt
Letters destined for a screen
Hypocrisy
Two tacos and a tea
Cat food and Zoloft
All my favorite things
$11.29
Am I happy yet?
Am I happy yet?
Am I happy yet?
 293° 
M-E
There is

Hammer Hammer Hammer
Hammer Hammer Hammer
Hammer Hammer Hammer
Hammer Hammer Hammer
Hammer      Nail     Hammer
Hammer Hammer Hammer
Hammer Hammer Hammer
Hammer Hammer Hammer
Hammer Hammer Hammer


Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail
Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail
Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail
Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail
Nail Nail hammer Nail Nail
Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail
Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail
Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail
Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail Nail
Choose yourself.
 243° 
Jut
Subtle bitter irony would shake you
But love don't ache you
And love as sarcastic as you
Is banded and branded
As much as a fool on a pedestal
 230° 
luna
i don’t know why it was so hard to admit. i was in love and i didn’t even want to notice it.

i now see it and i understand. how to not be in love with her. she was everything i ever dreamed. we were so mentally close it was scary for both. or maybe .. just for me.

but now she is gone. disappeared. perhaps lost. and im such a fool.

why did i realize that feeling was love when she is already gone?

i guess i was scared. or too busy falling for her.
 198° 
Sweety
Your smile..
Is the only hope that keeps me alive..
Makes me ignore the world around and dance in a jive..
Want to capture it with my lips,
but you are far away, so framed it in my heart ..to drive away my eclipse..
 152° 
J
May
I tucked you away in the back of my brain
Waited for the spring to thaw you out
And now I mourn our winters lost, our summer love fading fast,

It is May, we were not made to last
 152° 
Viktoria
Somewhere
Somewhere between joy and frustration
Between reality and imagination
Between love and hate, day and night, black and white
That’s where we are
So close but so far
 144° 
esther fraser
i fell for you and you only watched.
 142° 
Theia
now
what happens
now
when
i don't love you
anymore?
 134° 
Jack
Cautious creators,
Captivating with care,
Surviving safety,
But going nowhere.
 131° 
Stephen James
gone are the days
of another love lost
what's now in my possession
came at a sacrificial cost

I denied myself
and took you in
you gave me a fresh start
a new place to begin

salvation was found
in the warmth of your smile
where each new breath
is a sense of revival

resurrection came
and gone are the days
of self-disdain
and another love lost
a poem
 127° 
katelyn
i long for his touch
because feeling pain is better than feeling nothing at all
he takes advantage of my fragility
and slices through my skin
watching this carnage unfold before him
 117° 
Jude Quinn
If this shall truly be the very end of us,
then let it be so,
for we already know the pain that comes
when one tries to tightly clutch that which slowly vanishes;
the longing in the present time
of that which is drifting towards the past.

At least we can be happy
that we spent the final verse in the poem of our love
in each other's arms.
We can ignore the darkness at the door
for this one moment
when our breath is still one.

So come close, my darling,
let us feel the light in our hearts one last time.
 105° 
stephanie burrows
I am trying hard to fight
The darkness inside.
Because I can't keep feeling like this
Anymore it's killing me.
 105° 
Jim Musics
“Will you come here, by my side?”, (I ask you in my mind)
“Hear the little brooklet beneath our feet
It's underground and invisible”

You say, in my mind, “Yes, so perfect a sound.”
As you lean close to me and weave your left arm through my right
 98° 
Mr Bigglesworth
Never cry, Never cry,  bottle it all in.
If you die before you cry you win!
Emotions are horrid. Leave them in.
Another page fades
Another face aged
Over and under, again and beyond
In time we wither, till we are gone
And unto the meadows, dead with a song
It shall not be long, until we are done.

"They all love, as they dig my grave
They find love, as they dig my grave
We find love, as they dig my grave
As they dig my grave away"

In time, even ashes dissapear.

April 23 2019
May your grave grow deeper still
Nobody, will be there to mourn us
Just the black screen, of game over
And never again, shall we be

all our life, memories, thoughts, dreams, actions
Erased for eternity, not even time will remember us
 95° 
Lyn-Purcell


Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn


My head's still in the clouds! ^-^
I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview...
Lyn ***
 92° 
Annika J
Waiting
Watching
Constantly reloading
Buzzing
Stirring
Mind's gears whirring
Music
Playing
Restlessness staying
No newness
No action
Not a single distraction
Just me
Waiting
Anticipating
Out of things to do
My patience is through
But boredom
Doesn't hurry
My mind's
Going blurry
UUGGHHHHH
 90° 
Gods1son
I wanna ball till I'm 90
like a soccer game
Anything above that age
will be extra time
But I guess I wouldn't mind

I'm still somewhere in the first half
So far I've played foul a few times
I've been warned with a few yellow cards
Now, I've learned to play fair
Happy I am to have scored a number of goals

It's thrilling to see what the future of the game holds
I put all my trust in God, that's my coach
I'll continue to train and grow
Until the final whistle is blown.
 87° 
nsp
After months of sleeping next to you, today I woke up, rolled over to see your face, and was __.

a) in love
b) complete
c) nervous
d) alone
e) all of the above
 74° 
Grace Spellman
hey you
we haven't really talked
in a while
which is funny because
i've memorized every inch of your profile
the softness of your deep eyes
that you hate so much
that i sometimes hate too
lately i just feel so far away from you
pull and tug
tug and pull
why won't you just let me
make your heart full?

on and off as we are, you're the only one i'll ever want. ****** loyal for you bby.
 73° 
Ophelia
Each year
We get a little older
Some might
"More mature"
"More grown"
"Bigger"
But that's not it
We celebrate so much now
This day seems normal
The biggest day of our lives
Our Birthdays
Seem normal
We party to much
and care too little
We celebrate
getting closer to death
almost meeting death
and finally
meeting death
So much celebration for one day
Today's my birthday so as I thought about the meaning of birthdays I came up with this, sorry its a bit sloppy but its a quick free write. Hope ya'll enjoy it!
 71° 
ashley
i owe myself
an apology
for who i used to be
and a promise
for what i will become
 69° 
shatteredpoet
if i am the artist
you are a collage
of all the things
i love the most
 64° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 64° 
bk
If our souls met long before we did,
then they must have known
that we would fall apart
before we did.

B.K.
It just doesn't add up.
 61° 
johanna larson
i still call you, just to hear your voicemail.
i wish one day you would pick up the phone.
but at least i can still hear your voice



uncomfortable

i needed to call today
i dialed your number
and i knew there would be no answer
but today
all i heard was an automated voice message
now all i think about is what happened to you
this was a draft, but today the phone didn´t even ring
and i feel so lost
what happened to your phone
what happened to you
will i ever see you again
what am i supposed to do now
why do i still miss you
 59° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 59° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 57° 
md-writer
We're dancing on a
knife's edge,
you and I.
You know it - I can see
the sparkle in your eye.

But do we care? I suppose
there's somewhere deep
down in
where mind sits at its desk
and all the glaring danger signs
flash red.
But on the surface, there's a
bit of gold in knowing
where we stand
for now,
and being free to dance the line
with comfort in your friendship yet
excited
all the same.

We know where we stand:
it's not together,
so we're free to tap the
dance floor lightly
and
smile into the night,
because our words are sparring
in -
well, let's say they
might have crossed the line.

But just our words.
We two?
We're standing side by side
(this side of the line)
and laughing at them,
pointing out the silliness
yet somehow still content
to stay and watch them
anyway
for lingered moments that speak
more deeply
than the words themselves could ever do.
 57° 
Donward Bughaw
Inyong sinabi,
"ang nagugutom ay pakainin
at ang nauuhaw ay painumin."
Subalit, nang mga kamay
at paa'y mapako
sa dambanang
pinasan mula pa sa malayo,
sinabi ****, "nauuhaw ako"
Ngunit, walang nagkusang
bigyan ka ng tubig.
Marami sa atin ang hindi marunong tumanaw ng utang ng loob. Sa panahon na si Kristo'y nabubuhay pa lamang, daan daa't libo libong tao ang kanyang pinakain at silang lahat ay nangabusog. Isa sa kanyang mga pangaral ay ang "nagugutom ay pakainin at ang nauuhaw ay painumin." Ngunit, nang siya'y ipako na sa krus, at sinabing "nauuhaw ako" wala man lang kahit isang naglakas loob na bigyan siya ng tubig. Sa tunay na buhay, totoong may nag-exist na Hesus. Sila'y walang iba kundi ang ating mga kaibigang laging naririyan sa oras ng ating pangangailangan. Pero, naitanong mo ba sa iyong sarili kung isa ka ngang tunay na kaibigan? Dinamayan mo ba siya sa mga oras na siya na ang nagigipit?
 56° 
Gina
I’m a hole, a giant void
Where I go, I erase the noise
I am blackness,  I am night
My hearts been eaten by blight
I am suffering, I am disease
I will bring you to your knees
I am destruction, I am pain
Follow me and you’ll never be the same
 56° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 55° 
Jeremy
I’m tired of all back and forth politics
It makes me sick
Like spring
When the pollen hits
Words get manipulated
Bend like contortionist
How unfortunate
That we speak the same language
But entirely different dialects
This is not a test
And if it was
The answer wouldn’t be no or yes
Fill in the blanks
To what you think is best
No wrong answer
So you try to guess
No wrong answer
But your Incorrect
 55° 
ฝίιισಬ
There are six strings
on my guitar.
Although they are different,
bigger or smaller,
louder or timid,
I need them all
to create my melody.
 52° 
Esmé
Gravity
Bringing me back down to earth.
Gravity
Knows that love makes you float.
Gravity
Says “no, not this time.”
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