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It comes uninvited
I don’t have to be alone to feel it
In fact I’m surrounded by people right now and It’s there
You see these people are people
Not connected to me
And I do have friends
But I don’t feel gotten
I have my front to fit in
A side they like so I keep it there
But I’m not me
They don’t see me
For if they did then I’d truly be alone
— loneliness
JR Fay
Autumn Haiku

It is dying time.
The leaves are giving way to
the end of summer.
Words that echo the way I move through every season. Be well, Poetry Friends!
Amanda Shelton
Upon the first beating breath
of the universe we expanded
into a blooming existence.

Forever was never included
in the first beating minutes
of our lives, we suffer for it.

We learn how to live
with it, acceptance is
the lesson.

We learn to become a shadow
of our fears, death follows
behind our footsteps and
awareness frightens us as
a reminder.

Aww, the suffering of consciousness
is that like a cool breeze,
it reminds us of our status
in life and age.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
I didn’t know I could feel that way.
Rough hands and a rough gaze but pure
when I thought everyone was tainted.

The shades of grey that paint people’s hearts
make a dismal Monday morning seem like good weather.
The darkness that surrounds the trudging people never ends,
in the city of neutral tones.

I feel my heart burning with a white glow but I know
it will never be white.
I can’t have that anymore after my past mixed greys into it

But I know now that maybe the grey will fade, maybe,
if I paint it with enough white no-one will notice the grey.
If forever
a minute
with you,
I'd spend
every second,
for two.
Nat Lipstadt
you kinda cute

just kinda?
she objects,
clearly, a misspoken misadventure,
a compliment

only, kinda?

she kinda further harrumphs
and goes back to a game of solitaire

oh yes, everyone has their own cute,
yours, is kinda yours,
in a kinda cutie way,
don’t ask me to kinda define it,
would be kinda impossible

she drops the sujet and I
pat nat on the back
for his slick escape,
not realizing that he been played,
when she, informed a poem been writ,
said, oh is the kinda poem done then?

1/17/19 900am
M e l l o
gun in your hands
was fully loaded
you aimed it at my head
pull the trigger I said
i know you will
you fired the gun but
it was my heart you shot instead
Oct. 19
it’s everything about you
i can’t get you out of my head
the way the left side of your lips
smile slightly higher than the right

i can’t get you out of my thoughts
the way you bounce
when we walk with our hands together

i can’t get you out of my heart
the way you say i love you
it gets me every time
i love you
Alaska Young
i wish
can make
the pain
last rainy night
i've exhausted all the words i know
yet i still have a lot of things
that i want to say to you

but it's been so hard
not having to talk to you-
like how we used to
she took me by the hand
and lead me through the crowded club
from where the air was stagnant
with uncertainty
into reality
last night we played tiddlywinks
and snakes and ladders
drank red wine
and watched a silly film
honey dripped down the walls
and wings sprouted
from nubs
and we were
for the evening
the richest of people
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
You should not have believed me
when I said I loved you once,
a cruel act of my misleading,
taking Ophelia for a dunce

Flee from me while you're still sane
Cupid's bow flings just a dud,
I am but a Hamlet,
and my words as clear as mud
Gabriel Jordan
Seeping from it’s frost-covered dome

I heard a sand’s sound strip away the time

Because every bright eye formed into dust

I saw the parts of the whole being smeared

Because every past colored statue remained sacred

I feel each silk glossed reflection getting torn

Because the new ones came replaced

I sense another juncture being dream kept

Because this one is already being shaken

I want to plunge through this ooze,

Because its from you

In this illuminated world
Truest tell tale thoughts
Endearing entertaining
Well wrought words written
Life is that you wake up
To the sound of the
Calling you to your fate.

Whether good or bad
Truth or lies
Your path lies
To the sound of the

Whether truth or lie,
Love or hate,
The sound of the Songbird
Will say.
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
Sydney Rose
promises mean nothing
when the person you love
breaks them so easily
Jessa M Saquin
What the world doesn't know is
You sometimes linger in my head
What happened taught me more than you could imagine
I cried over that war of pain, I thank you for my brand new me.
sometimes acceptance is key
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Explanation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!
Eva Aloezos
The power of song rang through me,

as I faced the sweltering sun.
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
Jim Davis
Stop fighting against
The brightening light
Surrender all to love

©  2019 Jim Davis
keeps getting shorter
while i
keep getting older

last rainy night
your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign
Look at the sky,
Feel the dust settle,
Feel the wind between your fingerprints.
Life hurts,
But I'd never give up this earth,
When right now,
It is turning for me.
My therapist told me
Exercise would make me happy
So why are there tears in my eyes
As I run away from my problems
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
I wanted to scream
Until I heard the
Whistling in my ear.
I wanted a song
To pair with the freight
Train crashing through
My heart.
I wanted to feel my
Bones shatter
At the impact.

But instead,
I implode
And my lips pull
Into a smile.
"Don’t worry,
I’ll be fine
In a while".
Stephen S
There is a place
so peaceful
and comforting
that it endlessly warms my heart.

While I am there
I fear nothing.
I hide nothing.
My soul is free.

But this terrible world,
has made it harder and harder
for me to get back to that place.

and I fear it is not long
before I lose the key
for all eternity.
every time i think someone might actually care...
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.
are the everything
causing me to be

did it
it is all
your fault

forever damaged
full of hate
all for
I think
the world
of us
than we
can offer
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