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If this is a test
To see how much I can take
You win
Because I’m so very tired
And I can’t do this anymore
We slow-dance
to the pulse of
purposefully adagio,
into our inevitable
Mister J
Heavy is a mind
That is chained to its past

Heavy is a soul
That knows no way forward

Heavy is a spirit
That keeps runninh around in circles

Heavy are the eyes
That never stopped shedding tears

Heavy are the ears
That remain slaves to your voice

Heavy are the hands
That knows no other feeling but you

Heavy is the heart
That is struggling to forget everything

Heavy is a person
That drags himself down
To memories that will never
Become a reality

Heavy are his dreams
If these dreams can never be
And will only be
The source of his nightmares

Heavy are the arms
That helplessly linger for yours
Constantly waiting for you
Though never to come back

No more

I've had enough
Midnight writing

Thanks for reading!

sheila sharpe
what can I make of life
if life does not make something of me
what can I make of freedom
if freedom does not set me free
what can I make of love
if love does not seek me out
and what can I make of certainty
if I feel only doubt
Mike Adam
Told you a poem

Elastic relaxed

Thousand year word

You scold me

Warm and
i wish that there was a pill
to heal my heart
Kolour Fabriken
if I try to touch
it falls apart
Infamous one
A city the hearts home
Small town not well known
Growing over populated
Too many outsiders invade
Radical change lost values
Not interested in misled ways
Change is never flowing
Always progressive hard to prepare
Demanding with no consistency
Mackenzie McKenna
I push you away,
but for what?
A stupid fear
we'll fall apart
Jason James
I hate to be so shallow
But I had you when you were young and beautiful
And that's enough for me.
I was never one for conversating
But I don't need to be
Because my eyes speak for me
As I stay silent
They say everything that words would ruin
While I remain in silence
Peacefully in love
With breathing life
Grace Summers
Just because of the fact that I don't cry in front of you,
Does NOT mean that I don't cry at all.
Drop from your heart
While you hold me.
You color me
Like the rainbow
Of your soul.
Opalescent dreams
From your lips.
You've colored me
Like a page.
I was black and white
Before you colored me in
With the taste of your lips.
Just the two of us
No promises, no regrets
We go together
This is the imposition
of practices rooted in
all seeking..
whether seeking falls
in Sunday church
in Monday yoga
or Tuesday webinar..
please honor your seeking
yet know what you seek
is always here now..before
fixing yourself...
Aa Harvey
Fake news

A man was seen walking down the street,
Greeting people;
No souls on his feet.

(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
guy scutellaro
some times you find
greatness in the strangest places
my cold little world
is spinning violently,                                          
                                     its sensations grappling
every semblance of my spirit                                
                                          as everyone keeps living
and i just die.
i've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand
Shofi Ahmed
With intellect alone
can't find God.
God is smarter
try with love!
on your last day
the sun was shining
and big white clouds ran across the sky

someone held you tight
and told you, "i love you"
admired you
and cherished you

on your last day
all of your love poured out

you inspired
and you soared
you lived
and you died

your love remains
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
Sam Clemens
Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world
Emily Jo
I’m not





With brown locks

and a pouty allure

Sorry I couldn’t

Worth a mention

To your inner world
Marcella Faye
I've learned to swallow
The pain like it is poison.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
in spite of the failed attempts
in spite of time
never being on our side,
you are my sweetest hallelujah.
- we came so close.
Suzy Berlinsky
Women begin to hag up by 37, that is: the unstoppable hagging process commences at 37. Their eggs are diminished by 45 and by 50 their gashes are bone dry. The protocols: maiden, mother, crone are eternal. The mugs of hags/crones defy paint, powder, scalpels & subcutaneously-administered botulism. Once senior dies the junior designation is moot, unless senior was famous or infamous.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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.
Ashly Kocher
Let me know
Know when your ready
Ready to begin
Begin a new journey
Journey into the unknown
Unknown of what lies ahead
Ahead is our future
Future to opening doors
Doors that will help
Help lead you to your dreams
Dreams of the imagination
Imagination that keeps you believing
Believing which is not impossible
(Im)possible is possibly just a dream
CM Lee
People will hurt you and then act like it was you who hurt them.
"Are you happy?", I asked him.
"Yes I am. And you?", he said
"Yes I am happy.", I replied
because finally, I stopped writing
poems about you
, I whispered.
Opalescent emotions/thoughts riotous
tossed like drowsy eyed flora
in dove-eyed bed sheets
their nuances silken edged
and cool to the touch.

Sunlight drives winks of promise
the beckoning beam
a gossip mongers wicked tongue
as tortured petals/seeds
share their space
so indiscreetly.

Boasting a spider creed
a web of delicate mazes
that twist and choke
the mixed bouquet
struggles for forbearance
and composure.

Ahh you are a funny bunch
eager to burst forth
without a root to bear
beautiful in your swilling path
unsubstantial at best..

And yet you bloom so beautifully
the experience untamed
and I am quite fond of it.

Blossoms no matter how reckless
leave behind sweet dreams to be desired.

And I am all about dreams.
last week
i would drown in a sorrow
but now i sleep
just 'cause i'll see you tomorrow.
They say that the eyes
are windows to the soul,
crystal clues of truth,

but in yours they're black holes,
pensively deep, sweet
gravitational pulls

and I am core shaken,
captivated and nulled.
Rain washing through my open heart.
Glistening in the breaks and lacerations.
Bloodless drips abolish the evocation of pain.
Faculty of mind syphoned, immediate sublimation.
I roam eternity, interstellar dust once more
From where I came, I shall return.
I wake up everyday
just to find myself
do the same things
same feelings
same routine
same people
same place
I already forgot
how long has it been
since the last time
I genuinely felt alive
have I even ever
felt alive
there's a weird thing about this poem.
for some reasons i am unable to                      .
You told me once, life isn't aimless
We are all aimed directly at death
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