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Lara Volkova
I plan to see you today
I plan to bury you, my friend
A better version of an old poem I named “Tuesday”. Never published.
Love is free
take what you need
just don't
Leave me broke
Aa Harvey

I'm feeling disillusioned, all because of you.
I'm lacking all my desire for love, because of your truth.

You sit there on your throne of thorns,
Not caring about the lives that you have torn.
The lives that you simply ignore.
Your world is you and you are all.

Banish me to anywhere that I can’t become King.
I never wanted to be a fallen Prince.
I hate royalty to the ‘nth degree.
I don’t believe in Peace, Love or Empathy.

(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Emotional some days,
emotionless others.
A blink of words
That can't be said
Or even be written
She is her own poem of thousand words

She is fierce and gentle
All at once
She's a song
An unending, Beautiful song.  

She is a sparkle
She is a shine
She is the only thing
That i want to call mine

She is my everyday
And my every night
She is every morning
And my every twilight

She is all i know
She is all i see
She is a sweet melody
She is my unmatching rhythm

She is the firefly dancing in the moonlight
Nanny said
There is good in everything you see
Gotta recharge your batteries
All alone
But not on your own
God is with you
He sends Angels to heal you
Peace will come
When you love yourself
Just believe
Dont worry about anything else
Read a book
Write a poem
Whatever gets your mind to flow
Away from the noise
Of the world outside
Find the rhythm to your soul
Let it be
Just like nature and the trees
You will grow from a small seed
Just be good
Listen to your inner voice
No one is the same
And thats okay
I'm not an emotional woman.
I cry scarcely and secretly,
but there's something to be said
about seeing the rain
for the first time in years,
that truly and utterly
moved me to tears.
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
It’s too late
It’s too late
It’s too late
5.. Stop
You should’ve taken your pills.
It’s too late now.
It wasn’t too late the first time.
I needed to wake up early
You needed to sleep
I take my pills.
5.. What happened?
You were dropping hints like dynamite,
trying to rumble me off my feet,
but you’re too predictable
and I was made of stone,
unwavering through it all.

You threw pebbles at my window
in the middle of the dark
fruitless attempts, as you pined for my heart
but I have a window and a heart made of stone,
unbroken, untouched, unwavering through it
Mike Adam
All I know of love
Is in this dot


All I know of creation
Is in this dot


All I

I pray for a hurricane,
Come and wash away this pain
Immersed in self-doubt,
No worth in my vein.
I seek comfort on your lap,
It gets colder as the season past.
Come and sweep me if you can,
I thought I  had enough,
But now I want you back.
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
Hate life to the core
Living only with pains
Will make me think
Why to live??

But will live
By counting the blessings !
Had enough !
Spicy Digits
Today is the time for me

This breath is alive

The air is mine

My lungs are the trees

This day is mine

They gave it to me.
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
Ryan Joseph
Back then as a child,
I was still scared of scary stuff such as ghosts or dead spirits.

But right now,
I am kind of scared to humans already-
which I may end up dying because of them.
Sorry, I am kind of confused to put a title so I decided this one...
Nothing is worth feeling anymore
Don't ever think that
You deserve the things you love
Because you know
Only the fog is left to fill you
And you no longer to believe
Magic and miracles
Because your soul contains
You do not live on
Ambition and hopefulness
Because you have found
Only disappointment
You are not destined to
Find your joy
Now try to reqd from bottom to top
what? no one will notice unless they see this.

i don’t wanna talk about it.

just one cut don’t worry about it
Yacov Mitchenko
Most elaborate of paintings,
the painting of all paintings,
an infinite number, or vast number
beyond human grasping
of images, combinations of images,
of concepts, combinations of concepts -
all flow, unfold in this painting,
forever flowing and unfolding.
See the tragic images,
see images of tragic human plight
and you may be partly right.
See images of inspiring beauty
that smell and taste of heavenly delight -
see these, swept up into an angel's song
and you may not be wrong.
Your seeing may be correct - either way -
yet it's only correct
in an exceedingly limited way.
The vast canvas of cosmic art
accommodates your focus
and all that prevails in your heart.

As older I get, only happppppinesss n peace I wish;

Comfort n good health served on a silver dish.

No noise, no drama, no nagging no sarcasm I  want

Say this loud I  n write this I in a LARGE FONT.

Negativity wish I, to keep totally at bay

In my cocoon,  comfortably n cosy I wish to stay

Armin Dutia Motashaw
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
Kurt Philip Behm
You’re desperately lost,
writing your way into the madness

Each word a false beacon,
your hopes to decry

You’re desperately lost,
searching the caves of your memory

Delusion the caretaker,
your verses to lie

You’re desperately lost,
as every voice now deserts you

Time running backwards,
the heat turned up high

You’re desperately lost,
as the Sirens misguide you

The torch of the demon
—burning darkly inside

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
****** addiction

callum's laugh

piano music

yellow flowers
Chandler M
Out of the depths
My brothers emerged
Yet what I saw...
Wasn't them.
The sky is austere
No glinting embroidery
Guess she became all jaded
Wearing that pearl-beaded shawl
A sight he took for granted.
A tanka poem for the times we took the breathtaking night sky's availability for granted. Just some thoughts for the times we feel chagrined towards the undecorated dark canopy without thinking what the night sky could be going through in times they are gloomy and dreary. Hope you'll have a good read! :)
your voice plays like a broken record,
consuming me further,
and longer into the night.
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
Everyone has two voices
in their head;
Everyone has a devil
on their shoulder.

Very, very few
can brush him off
and crush him
Not the greatest but I like it.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
the breaking
one wave
could never
the entire
A to Z
i don't pay attention to the world slowly ending.
it has ended for me many times
and began again in morning.
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
Zack Ripley
Time heals.
Time bends.
Time gives us chances
to make amends.
Time gives.
Time takes.
In time, we learn from our mistakes.
For a time you'll live.
In time, you'll die.
So make the most of your time.
Don't be afraid to reach for the sky.
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