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 330° 
Sara Went Sailing
The clock says 9:15 PM.

The mind says time is running out.

The body not as rosy
as it once was,

yet old enough to remember
when the days where longer
than its memory is.


Sara Fielder © Oct 2021
her
The river of her soul,
the smoothness of it,
  its calmness
as it drifts,
  like a river of her soul
, it soothes one
, it drowns one,
cleansing one
  
deep within
  you will find love
 116° 
midnight
?
though I am certain,
a single question
is enough
to send me
to the pits of
endless doubt
 69° 
Ash
How can the breaker be the broken?
Too much said
So many words left unspoken
 67° 
aryanalynae
Life is strolling along
Just wish I knew which road to take
I could take it to the ocean
But what if I miss the lake.

Dreams are meant to be envisioned
But I don't paint myself into any picture
And I'm trying to find the signs
But I just sit here and I linger.
 57° 
Jade
I’m really scared
Im loosing it
My fragile mind
Slowly bruising it
I think too much
Overusing it
it’s my fault
But I keep doing it
 54° 
Jamie
im leaving soon
so imma share every moment with you
because im selfish and i want it to hurt
 49° 
Minnie Chuer
I want to be angry all the time
It would be a terrible way to live
Dousing myself in lighter fluid
and lighting a match called justice
I crave the satisfaction it will not bring
like picking off a scab
anger issues? in my me? its more likely than you think
 46° 
Shamai
Today
I decided to write a poem
To put words together
In such a way
As to express
My innermost feelings

And I lost the words
And my thoughts drifted
And my computer keys stuck
And nothing came forward

So
Perhaps tomorrow
I will write a poem
To express my life
And for today
Perhaps
I’ll just go
Outside
To play
Early morning moon
In early morning sky
Golden blush
to welcome the sun
Welcome the day
Say goodbye
to enchanted night.


Shell✨🐚
 43° 
Cody Smith
Pale October blue
Brings an optimistic gloom
The dead before the bloom.

The grey before the green
The sleep before the dream
A melancholy scene.

Pale October blue
A peculiar pallid hue
Memories freeze in morning dew

A season for silence to grow
A place for peace to be sowed
A cold that quiets the soul

Pale October blue
Winters youthful engenue
Purgatory rolling slowly through

My cheek is chilled from its kiss
Standing lonely in its foggy mist
When summer comes I find I long for this

Like a love that's gone but deeply missed
 37° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 34° 
Angelonia
as their fingers weave a while
i trail along with a saddened smile
for fire, they are, warm and flame,
and i was never made the same.
vent
 34° 
Thorns
Oof
Life is an
Oof
 27° 
Elena
Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
 23° 
Rue
And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.
 22° 
susurri
He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.

She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.

Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.

There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."
In clay you rise
In dust dine
Heavenly place you survive
The harshness & misery
That flows above ground
Like a river through everyone's life.
Once amazing has come to an end, but a better fate await
As the clouds set to embrace you once more.
To all those lost. Rest in peace. Glory does await your beautiful souls
I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself

you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning

you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear

whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'

you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart

forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
Yourself your punching in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

All rights reserved.
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 20° 
Sally A Bayan
It's a hushed, misty,
and moon-glowed night,
cool air
.........becomes
a silken touch to my skin.
my breathing joins
the soft cricket buzzing,
.............humming
amongst the shadows,
peacefully blends
...and
........becomes
the night's lullaby.
it calms my soul.




sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
October 14, 2021
(a few nights ago)
 19° 
Victoria
I wonder if I really am kind hearted.
Most people think it’s true,
But maybe I’m just afraid of being mean-
Maybe I’m afraid of being you.
 19° 
Jason James
You are
Just a little more
Than I understand.
Come down right now
And give me your hand.
 19° 
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 18° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 18° 
coralium
The past does not haunt me

as much as the present

I was and I will be

somewhere in between

enmeshed, never simple  

where should I head?
 17° 
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.
no one loves me
but they claim they care
if they really did wouldn't they see

i am falling apart
fragile to the touch
yet they keep on pushing me

closer to the edge
and they think i can take more
so they push farther till i'm at the brink

it's like they know i can't swim
but they are going overboard
and they'll be suprised when i sink
 16° 
guy scutellaro
...the meadow and the puddle
you wouldn't come out of

wild and simple joy

invisable to eyes, now...

I wander the meadow grass

the fields where the flowers glow
in early morning
sunlight

the fields you
only dream of
where your soul is always free...

and you come running

spectral through the mist

I walk lonely fields
 16° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 16° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 15° 
Diana
I wonder what it’s like
To be loved by someone
Romantically

I see people kiss in movies
And run my fingertips along my lips gently
Wondering what it’s like

I yearn for it
But don’t know how to go about it
 15° 
Traveler
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!
Exclamation 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
.


Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 14° 
Carlo C Gomez
Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it
 14° 
lovelywildflower
your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.
 14° 
Esther
lights flicker
in the distance
far far below

I’m here
looking down on it all
wrapped in a blanket
a book lies next to me
pages flipping themselves
in the cool summer breeze
inside are the sounds of life
outside are the sounds
of the questioning
the air is filled
with random notes
fluttering around me
like guardian angels
I know why they’re here

darkness
sat down
next to me
to keep me company
we look at the flickering lights
in the distance
he tells me
you’d do fine down there
if you wanted to
be a light
surrounded by light
but then he shifts his gaze
the moonlight
dancing through his being
but you’d do great
up there
be a light
where no one has dared to be
and with that
he left
 14° 
marc rios
On my way
To
Find you
I
Lost Myself
 14° 
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections

Beloved..

I wrote mine without even knowing that you had posted.
Everything that I do is so that ones like you  can finally
have a chance to feel the Beautiful dream

    firsthand..  on the inside.

So, in truth.. you can truly say within your war-torn heart,
that every thing I do,  is for you.
It was an honor to go to your wall after I posted
and see what your heart and spirit had revealed  just
a few hours earlier.

Love is a funny thing. You are worth every moment  
of the pain that has come from the years of trying.
Hope..  and a deep understanding;  
and view of your own, tremendous Love-worthiness  
is what it is all about.

It is for that reason, solely..  
that Poetry ever came into being in the first place

    
    ..You are beginning to feel Everything.



Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving,  to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you hare when I was fox?
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks,
For you sing,
"Touch me not,
touch me not,
come back tomorrow:
O my heart,
O my heart
shies from the sorrow"

I am puzzled as the newborn child
I am troubled at the tide:
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Should I lie with Death my bride?
Hear me sing,
"Swim to me,
Swim to me,
Let me enfold you:
Here I am,
Here I am,

Waiting to hold you"

https://youtu.be/vMTEtDBHGY4
~Jeff's Dad xox
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