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 536° 
Joellei
I used to write
My secrets in the sand,
Knowing they would never stay
Long enough to be told.

I used to just swim,
pulled my hair up and never
Really tasted the salt that foamed
After the crash.

I've ran in the sand,
Sure, but never have I
Ever let it smooth my
Skin into what it could be.

Before today, I've never
Let the current take me
Under and feel what it's like
To always come back to something.
 467° 
Ciara Jones
You blossomed like a rose
Then your petals shrived
Because nobody knows
The pain you have handled

Quick and tidy
Their requests are quite tiring
The emotions you're hiding
The levels can be quite frightening

A quick breath of mild air
You feel you're on the road to nowhere
A sharp second of a cold glare
You feel you're stuck in the same dark layer

Tomorrow you'll wake
To fight another day
Among those who are a storm
To the end, you'll find your way
 268° 
nim
I don't care.
Your harsh words
Have cut too deep,
Your venomous tongue
Has gotten too far.
Your slim fingers
Will never again touch that skin.

I don't care.
Your trail of smell
Is stuck in this place,
But no more shall it stay;
Haven't you learnt?
Light blinds even the darkest.

I don't care.
Your smirk won't help you.
Your irony will become agony.
Because, don't you know?
When a precious person is tortured like this,
I can't hold back.

I don't care.
Don't you know?
A touch, a sword, rose petals in the air, blinding light; blood on the floor.
Don't you know?
I won't hold back.
She is far too precious.
I can't hold back.

And I don't care.
If my end is a new beginning for her,
So be it.

I don't care.
She's the reason.
I unleash my rage.
 249° 
Stella F
There is this girl I know,
Strong, Fierce, Beautiful Soul
How can she not see this?

Eyes blinded, by the world's view of perfection
Come, I will lend you my eyes
see what i see,
Perfection!

There is this girl I know
Strong, Fierce, Beautiful Soul
How can she not know this
This was my first piece I ever wrote on paper,
I Wrote it for a friend of mine who at the time struggled with some things and in an attempt to make her feel better the above came to light
 230° 
Skyler M
Rain falls into confused puddles,
The oil from the cars turn it to sickly greens and pinks,
I’m sitting on the curb,
Dressed in blues and greys,
The same color that blends the sky.

It should be summer, shouldn’t it?
Or maybe it’s all in my head.
Cars drive by, all the colors of the rainbow.
The same colors you wore in pride.

Sometimes I see your eyes in the clouds.
They even form as many years as you did.
Unfocusing, I see my reflection in the puddles.
I miss your perfect eyes,
And I miss your green and brown jacket.
 230° 
Ramsha Navaid
Words that brought light,
Words that created joys and laughter,
Words that made people fall for you,
Words that unlocked iron gates,
Words that melted many hearts,
Words which build hopes,
Words that showed strengths,
Words which carried motivation, gratitude, humility
You’re the owner of these beautiful words
You’re these words,
Pleasant and soothing,
Sincere and genuine,
Endearing and blessing,
A contentment that would rejoice and lasts forever in one’s mind .
You’re this person, who turned wounds into wisdom.
Happy Happy Birthday to you !
May you have many many happy returns of the day
And you’ll rise and shine forever
Ameen
your words always had a high mark on me and their sweetness helped me in passing through some of my difficult past regrets and stupid decisions, InshaAllah will help many for sure in future coz they're ready to conquer other hearts !!
 185° 
hannah way
Suddenly--
I find myself collecting my past in fist-fulls
wondering why it was all so easy to forget;
how all these memories
managed to burrow beneath
my clumpy brain and remain there,
unharmed and harmful.
I envy you
silly boy, and your consistent emptiness--
How is it that you are free from your past
while mine begs for forgiveness?
h.w.
 182° 
mari jagt
i am so small
compared to the mountains
i am so little
compared to the sea
i am so tiny
in comparison to the islands
and i am so large
compared to what i thought i would be
 173° 
Sophie Katherine
You weren’t a mother or a grandmother
You were sent to Earth
As a guardian angel
For me
For my mother
For my grandmother
For so many
You made the world so much brighter
Leaving flecks of angel dust on everything you touched
From the playing cards you picked up frequently
To the chocolate milkshakes you got me after lunch
No one was a stranger to you
Everyone was drawn to you
Through your smile
Your clothes
Your angelic personality
I could listen to your stories over and over again
And I did
The time you dyed your hair pink
The time you sat next to the cutest guys in your class
They never got old
I can still hear your charming laugh
Feel your love
You were an angel on earth
And now you have gained your wings
to my great aunt, margaret virginia fagen
3/1/25 - 7/16/18
 167° 
Sydney Noxon
Antidepressants take you on a journey.
It’s like going up the emotional roller coaster,
but never dropping to rock bottom.
I’ve been on a plateau for a while now,
but the bad nights still come and go.
There is one thing they can’t fix;
loneliness.
People always leave for one reason or another.
Maybe I’m too loud, maybe I’m too gay.
Maybe I’m like the plague; people have to disappear
so that they can get rid of me.
Maybe I’m a virus that people can’t find a cure to.
I’m lost without a compass.
They say that what I’m looking for will come to me,
but who wants to come to the lonely island
for the person that drowns in self-pity?
I wrote this when I was sad and it's jumbled and unfinished
 164° 
cecilia
you said
you were afraid
to lose me
and then you
faced your fears
and left
 149° 
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.
 138° 
Nyx

In the forgotten words
That grace our tongue
So pleasant and so sweet
Let's not forget to who it was
That lead our hearts to skip a beat
The battles of the lovers
Who's love seems so strong and true
The friendship of the forgotten
Now banished and taboo
Beautifully crafted poems
Expressions of the heart
Cigarettes and strong liquor
Fill the void of those falling apart
Photographs framed and titled
Happily ever after
Broken glass and burning flames
Its all lead to quite a disaster
Perfectly in sync, beating as one
A flawlessly orchestrated symphony
Though another refuses to be undone
Holding nothing left, Salvaging his dignity
The depression and sadness
Morphed into something more
Angression and anger
Nothing lingering of the man he was before
Now the sweethearts they sing
Unaware of that they impart
Flaunting and praising their love
While he's become a man without a heart.
 121° 
Path Humble
Poems on a Mirror

~for Glenn Currier~

you don’t know me
I don’t know you;
poems on a mirror I ken
truly well

poems on the mirror saved, and then,
comme the seasoning of leave-falling,
poems dropping and drained...the post-it glue loosened by
the daily heat of watery tears,
making a space for
this one, for you...

there are poems and they arrive with fresh arrogance,
each an arrow demanding your all as a target regardless  
of what the shooter really thinks or wants, other than
obedient acknowledgment and their self-loving flattery

but some render where no rendering should be allowed

those are the ones affixed - ones you chose to join the chosen,
slapped onto mirrors - so many that they almost
cover complete your image from presentation

almost only because these poems are yours, you,
they’re the truly accurate reflection even if not your words,
indeed especially because they’re not yours

but they start your day as a poem should
and in doing so,
become you

What a Hall of Fame, to be a poem on Glenn’s Hall of Mirrors

go pick the plums...
“Glenn Currier  to Valerie Burroughs

“So true. So beautifully put. This is one I will add to Poems on my Mirror. Literally. I am going to copy and paste it or just write it on a post-it note and put on my mirror as a reminder of what poetry should be. Thank you.”
 118° 
devante moore
I’ve never received a flower
Or even a rose
But I’m a guy
So it’s acceptable I suppose
No kisses
Or sweets
No treats
That signifies ones feelings for me
No token of ones love
But I have gotten
Disappointment
Watered with hate
Planted in betrayal
Fertilized with lies
And maintained by fakes
Roses are Red
But my roses are dead
And crumble beneath my feet
 117° 
Madolyn
I’m a little addicted
to your hand in mine
my body leaning against yours
and the soft smile you have
while staring into my eyes

I’m a little addicted
to being close to you
the sweet smell of your perfume
and the way you nudge me
when you want attention

I’m a little addicted
to holding you in my arms
your body so close to mine
and tracing words on your skin
i love you so much

I’m a little addicted
to you
maybe i’m more than a little addicted
 116° 
rootsbudsflowers
You're

gone

and
I
can't

breathe.
 115° 
Edmund black
The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing  life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to  this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s  
Performance
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady  I had to
Go run  some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect
          Morning

I live life
For the inexplicable
Moment
Life is love and love
     Always gives
                    ALWAYS
I’m not claiming this kind of life is for everyone, but it never hurt to try ... nor do you need to be a millionaire to give a helping hand to your fellow brothers and sisters!
Let's love a while beneath the trees
Our bodies cooled by summer breeze
let inhibitions turn to dust
our hearts aflame with molten lust

Place kisses on white linen skin
embrace this moment, breathe me in
pray silently as we begin
for you will be my only sin

Come to me now with lovers fire
and be my only true desire
as passion opens bounties fair
laid out before you, quaking, bare.

Then enter slowly, if you will
as though all time is standing still
when morning rises, say my name
For we will not be here again.
 104° 
Infamous one
While the world sleeps wide awake
The days are short, nights feel endless
Heat makes the day hard to tolerate
While the cold night is soothing easy to relax
Telling my journal my goal my dream
So many fantasties meant to be a reality
The hard part is trying when being denied is common
Willing to change be no one else is willing to do the same
Wake up late the pure night sky and the stars so far yet so close
Sometimes they are the light and inspires passion to write
The night is a friend and the best part when the day ends
 101° 
T
The summer beauty
The paths full Of faded leaves
Under the August sky ,
I wait for you to sing again.

She had a lovely face ,
The angelic wild Woman who  wounded me so long ago.

Her features elegant like a Rembrandt or Monáe,  and yet the inner part seemed like child’s play.

The summer beauty
The momentary chirps
The bluebirds whisper as the wind  tosses her auburn hair  like an unknown dance From our prehistoric past.

Her  asiatic eyes  unmoved by the sun.
I watch her from the valley below
Preparing my heart for loss
 98° 
Asonna
Scared.
Moments are scary.
The moments that catch your breath,
Paused.
Motionless time.
Feel the air in your lungs.

Love.
Love is scary.
Consuming potential destruction.
Breathe.
They love you.
Let yourself give in.

Words.
Words are terrifying.
They're either nothing or everything.
analyse.
They mean it, don't they?
Don't take it to heart.
They're broken..

Faith.
It's not always there.
We search for hope in something higher,
but only when we believe.
Hold on, give it time.
even if it's not there.

Me.
I'm scared.
I don't believe, I bail.
when things get rough it's better to run.
Protect myself of oncoming damage.
I'm broken..

Sorry.
moments are scary.
feel the air in my lungs
but when i breathe, it's trauma.
Unbearable pain.
Suffocation.
...
I've been dealing with a lot of anxiety lately without an element of venting it out. I'm just terrified of everything, all the time and i can't help that. I'm scared of breaking a shell to get hurt in the end because the damage over time is so significant i cant breathe without experiencing pain anymore.

It hurts.
 89° 
Vicki
i have thrown
my last coin
into a wishing well;
i sit back while others
tug at the wishbone
from a holiday bird;
i kill no more rabbits
for their plush,
little feet and i leave be
the first star in the sky;  
i rely on myself
over mountains
to climb.
four-leaf clovers
are safe to grow; tea
leaves i sip to seep
and steep within
my bones;
the call of a warbler
i hear as simply
hello; i search inside
now for love
and home.
 88° 
Jacquim Alvirez
Woke up

To open my eyes

To the clear sunlight

Just to realize

How lonely it felt

Without you beside me



Woke up

Try to face everyone with a smile

Hoping it gone for a while

This feeling of emptiness

That I kept in my heart

To silence the pain in my chest

To hold my breathe

And take a deep rest

Every time my friend ask if I'm okay

I just smile and try my best



Woke up

To not know my name

To not know what destiny holds

To not know tomorrow is

To not know what it is

To love you again



Woke up

I stand strong

To keep on going

To keep on moving

To keep on knowing

That maybe my inner voices will be heard,

Somewhere in the distance,

Those voices will reach someone,

And told them it will be okay,

Nothing will gone

You are not alone

That you can make it



Woke up

Looking ahead to the clear sky

To know you are just beside me

As we just standing in the street

Waving goodbye

Maybe just maybe

My voices had just been heard

Even if we are strangers

But in our own world

We are believers
My blogspot :
https://skykechik.blogspot.com/
 88° 
Larri
No one knows this, but you bleed words.
No one reads these words, for it's absurd.
To think your silly words might want to be heard.
Be cradled and be cherished,
A disappointment worth a demerit.
Have I got more time? I must spare it.
For you bleed words.
No one reads these words, for that's just absurd.
You're simply another cow led to pasture in the herd.
Follow the crowd or else you'll be picked out.
Lead a staggering speech, you must speak out loud.
So don't be an idiot and stand there bleeding words that no one has ever heard.
They want the perfect side of you so that's what you'll give them.
The shadow who's silent and bleeds blood like normal people do.
Normal.
People.
Oh god why can't you be normal?
Why must you twist these adjectives into slant rhymes?
Why must you make everything seem like a dream when all that's left for humans is to die.
Complete your task.
Be normal.
Normal people bleed blood.
You bleed poems you etched onto your wrist in colorful sharpie then hide under foolish hoodie sleeves.
Not even your mother knows this, these pained words she'll never see.
Look at me, why won't you just look at me?
Look at me bleeding.
Look at me bleeding blood.
Look at me being normal.
Why can't you be like me?
Why can I read you like a book, why can I see your thoughts with every nervous look.
Why can't you name a single poet other than yourself?
Why haven't you studied, oh lord you're so behind.
Too busy trying to find a creative way to describe colorfully dying.
You'll never be perfect.
You'll never be normal.
You bleed your words, and I bleed mine.
A letter from a 'perfect' person to someone like me, or like all poets. Someone who's different and can't really explain why. I'm new to sharing poetry but I hope this speaks to someone. Don't let anyone tell you what to write or who to be. Your mind is all you have, don't let it get corrupted. I wrote this to be read sort of fast and emotionally. <3
 85° 
city of flips
the rude gesture when one seeks the inelegant simplicity of
no words;

no words
suffice, magnitude of offenses requires physicality;
physicality that injures nothing but the surrounding atmosphere of
its pride;

it’s pride
that goeth before the fall,
the pursuit of dishonor and dishonoring,
given that,
it shames the giver as much if not more so

dishonor; for words are our truest masters

I'd rather you gave a round shout out of
fuck you,

for as the parents say these days

use your words

rather than show me your
nail chewed runty midfielder

ah, words...I do so love them beasties
 84° 
Kae
All you see,
Is me,

Not the words,
I’ll never speak,

Nor the thoughts,
I can’t express,

All you see,
Is my wheelchair,

You see that,
And forget I can think,

You see that,
And forget that I can hear,

I can hear the things you say,
Right next to me,

I understand what you say,
About me,

I want to be heard,
But I can’t,

My thoughts can’t be heard,
By listening ears,

My thoughts will only be free,
To listening eyes,

If you want to see,
Who I am,

Listen to the words,
That I write,

And then you’ll see,
The real me.
I wanted to make this clear.... my friend asked me to write this for her...

Lost lesson
Regression
Consuming obsession
One answer
One question
A change of direction

Prudence
on vacation
Simple separation
Impatient
Frustration

Replacing the station

This coup
A new nation
Loyal dedication
Its classification

‘Species procreation’
Prevent us from facing
A human cessation
selective mutation
Gestation
Creation

It may help explaining
The reasons
Behaving
But not the foundation
Or actions
We’re basing


A simplification
is “continuation”
Checkbox
that’s left vacant
Fulfillment
We’re chasing


Sweating
Eyes are gazing
A slight
palpitation
In need of hydration
Complete excitation
Without
hesitation
Intense stimulation
Deep urges
Heart racing

Driven
By sensations


Unbounded fixation
Pelvic
Undulations
Clothing
Perforations
Time no longer wasting

This capitulation
a Sanctification
Erotic gyrations
Hinting penetration


Bedroom
A safe haven
For what
we are craving
Once out
and displaying

It all had been taken
Before
Feeling vacant
Freed imagination
A resuscitation
Indulged depravation

A rhythm
we’re setting
The giving and getting
Destroying
the bedding

All else I’m forgetting
Entwined
with each other
Like entangled netting
Both
on the same trip
A unified heading


Now comes
the summation
A true
Revelation
Final
culmination
Smash all expectations
Volcanic
eruption

Lasting the duration
Loud gasp
We unlock

Filled with gratification
Written: July 8, 2018

All rights reserved.
 84° 
The Dedpoet
And how I became you
Was a unanimous glory
That filled every breath
With with "Hallelujah"

And there for the saviour
Was the creation of your
Bathed light, that which birthed
The man I want to be.

I knew you from before
When our melancholic grace
Danced the beleaguered Edge
And the fall from grace wasnt
So bad,

When the pale moon danced
And passed the dark rose
Of your neck to my vampiric
Lusts, bllod lines of our intense
Passions.

You cannot see how i need you,
There would be no air
To fill the lungs of the world, as the last breath will call your name....

This is how:
And the Heavens parted
When the seductress was given
Its first light born of the
Fires in your eyes delivered
By the scorn of my regret,
Words are juat figments of thought,
But here in the poem Melissa's
Beat is adorned with Deds
Conundrum;
How can I die into you
When I am more alive
And torn from my usual pain,
The right of passage is delayed,
I cannot leave the sorrows bosom,
I am Ded inside,
I destroy the beauty inside,
I am lost because U ignited
The life inside the words
And alive is having never lived.

Yes I love you.

But your reasons:
I am slave to thoughts
And i am everywhere
But never where i should be,
And in my rush i trip
Over your miracle,
How to break the curse im your
Soul with the blessed curse of
My love?

I quesyion the moon in your eyes,
The luminescent smile
That lit my way back from
The poem,
And i return only because
The poem wiill reflect
The magnitude of you.

It was death that brought me
To you.
And life is more with u in it,
Show me how to live woman,
Bevause I was Ded,
Now I cannot see past the third Heaven.
Because my eyes are only
Visions of your essence,
I want to bathe you with
My touch,
Adorn you with my kiss
A crown of them so you know
I blaspheme the world
As you are my new one.
I crave you because the hunger
Is a practical wanting, needing
Only your miracle,
I broke thee chains and declared
Myself enslaved to your every need and want
Fulfilled as the man
Only wants one woman,
The unclaimed has no calling,
So you cannot hear me.

Your reasons hurt,
They blled questions
And entertain the fool,
And for Mellissa,
A thousand times Ded,
But without you I do not
Belong here,
The world is not for me.
And before the words exalt
You, before I say
One last time i want your body
Becoming a noun on your breast, a verb on your thigh,
Every thrust a stanza...
Melissa adorned with legs on eternal
Wings falling from graces tears,
Take me Home,
You are not here for my life
But to pass me into death
For the reasons you simply cannot.

I will not face it without you.
And what else can a poem say
But only that i love you
And my soul will find you again
In the next life
Dancing with u in 122.
 78° 
soliana
she gave me her nudes
she was bare
and naked
and so out
and open
and i willingly
accepted it
because it wasnt the nudes
that showed her body
the physical aspects
that made her beautiful
it was the words
she didnt choose
and the spontaneity
that left her
either from her lips
or her fingers
or ink

she was as bare
as her nudes
and i accepted
her for her.
10:02 PM 5/1/2018
 76° 
yellow soul
I’m dead
But I’m alive

I see everything
Still I see nothing

I cry rivers
But I smile

I see colors through the day
Still it’s the dark from the night I remember
 74° 
Ellie
"it's" touch left it traces on her soft skin
she was relieved
yet felt imprisoned
her breath became heavier
closed her eyes
bit her lips
felt tickles all over her body
her body was numb
her legs were shaking
the smile formed an unrecognizable curve on her face
but that touch wasn't enough
she craved more
she was starving
 73° 
Andrew Durst
My death will be liberating.

And I do not say that in the sense
that I am going to find a cliff
and take a good jump off.

No.

I am just trying to find a
clever way to tell you

that I do not know what is going
to happen next.

You see,

there is a
fine line
between
dreaming and
mortality

and

I am finding out for myself
that being in love
does not always
involve

being awake.

And for my sake
I fall in love with daydreams,
nightmares,
hazy realities
and

the hung-over idea

of not being enough.

It is all out of my hands.
                 It is all out of time.

And the only thing I have left to do,
now,


is decide.
Thank you to anyone that reads this.
 66° 
Katie Causey
your love runs dry
it always rains
you’re the reason
for my worst days
the blues I choose
the shades of gray
you paint the sky
on my darkest days
I hate you most
but I hate the way
you’re still the sun
on my perfect days
 65° 
Lynnia
Two is the number we share in years
And when I call, she always hears
Through secret codes and hiding places
And wading through this sea of faces
Two is the number we share in years
Together, we will shed no tears.
Part one of five.
 65° 
KM Hanslik
Your fingernails give away the debris you've collected
I've known you for a while but it feels like longer
feels like sunsets under my tongue
blue bruises behind my eyes
every skip of the needle brings back our old skins &
the hush-hush type of self worth,
keeping pens full of red ink so we can
play the demon in this one instead
of closing the door, we don't wanna gossip
at the edge of the room like strangers,
we wanna be in the center
and your fingerprints look a lot like mine sometimes, especially when we laugh and cry together
especially when you fall asleep and I watch
for soft signs of openmouthed breathing that signal
we are in deeper than we thought.

I can't stand the way you look at yourself though, sometimes I wanna
run away from everyone here
sometimes I wanna just up and leave it all
in a shallow grave where it belongs,
but the moments are softer when you slip my name onto your cotton tongue,
and I don't punch out a pattern for my self loathing quite as quickly when
we tally up our thread counts and what time we have left
together.

Inevitably, I still paint my teeth black,
because words about my future never felt right coming from my pink and purple mouth
but your lips could twist anything up into a lot of sense,
I could kiss you and kill time forever
in parking lots and on the edges of stained mattresses
I didn't ever want a home until I thought of hanging up your colors to dry
keep them here in the niches or
scrawled onto notepads I keep beside my bed,
put down your demon scripts and ask me in the morning
if it takes a while for seeds to grow,
I'll tell you to keep a can of water nearby
and to make sure it's somewhere sunny
I know there's something foreign growing in me and it's
bigger than I've ever been,
but I think maybe you know and
it's bigger than both of us, maybe
you know and
you've been doing some growing, too.
 62° 
Micayla
Don't fall in love with me
Because I have so much love to give
I will suffocate you and drain you
I will leave you gasping for air
Don't fall in love with me
For I don't know how to love myself
I depend on others for my happiness
I am terrified of being alone
Don't fall in love with me
I am a natural disaster
I will destroy you
Please don't fall in love with me
 60° 
Özcan Sh
Her flames continued to spread
She hurt everyone except me
I am her water and
I am the only one who knows
How to extinguish
Her flames.
 59° 
toukakouka
the wind is drunk on its liquor

a subtle slurring

lilies stir on the lilt of its voice

as harsh a requitement
again, I find no respite

as lithe as the life
in those ever-rearing gold rows of wheat

mistral born, on the rise
like prying eyes

I am thrown
into some tumult,
where some enemy rages on
shakes his staff against the cold

where the lighter chaff is tossed
toward the salt that laps the sand
on the sweet breath of its benthos

I am withering
but the wind blows on

whiles along –
drones its tepid mourning song
springs the dew
from its calloused palms

I am thrown
as sure of war
as trees will shed and flourish
and shed and flourish
in seasons to and fro'
freshly disowned
by the earth and its shoulder

a carapace of autumn's
exhumed again
it seems so easy for trouble to find me
 55° 
Wyatt
This depression
is borderline elegant,
it flows through my veins
like smooth jazz
or a dancer's pattering feet
on the cold concrete.
This life of mine
has chaotic undertones,
don't be fooled by the silence.
This poem I write
is a battle cry
but it's also known to me
as a declaration
of certain defeat.
 52° 
Mike Hauser
I'm not sure you've heard of
But there's a girl out there named Purpose
For whom I have been searching
I hear that she's well worth it

When I find her I won't tarry
I'll ask her to marry
And without a second thought
A child for me she'll carry

We'll name the child ambition
Something I have been missing
I'll rock her to sleep at night
In the day make her my mission

From this day forward
Knowing full well to be worth it
Striving in my finding
For that girl named Purpose
breathing the turquoise like lavender,
and sipping the blue summer.
bitter cold clouds glide and morph lava lather,
floating whispers cut by sweet pineapple sunshine.

soon, a moment, now
rhythms ripple the sky like skipping stones
we jump the music like puddles
splashing in the frequencies.

cobalt bass rumbles the earth hungry,
pumps the air with springing spirals
pushing and pulling the senses,
reverberating through cells.

heavy mud humming, stomping
echoes through our atoms dizzy;
balancing tuned body to innate electricity
the fizz of circulating lemonade energy.

we jump the music like puddles
splashing in the frequencies.

strawberry melodies spilling ribbons,
dolphin leaps of the spaces inbetween beats,
lines of colours overlapping,
colliding, mixing, merging, blending
in with the forest.

washing over souls the life fire sparkles
like a clear water cleansing harmonies,
sound waves crashing against inertia.
phosphorescent glow of re-charged love
for the world, for being, animation

flowing through burnt smoky ashes
of sapphire charcoal skies;
dimmed radiation of chlorophyll emerald days.
the smell of salt, dry bark, fluffy carbon mists,
trembling lights softening the eyes'
grip on outlines, loosening lies.

watching the cycles of patterns
tumbling colours through a mill rotating,
and the silence of listening
when the music comes to an end.
Something I've been working on for a long time on and off since 2015.
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