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what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
Kasansa Kuya
What does blue look like to you?
if your blue was my red
and your red was my blue
We may be looking at the same thing.
We may have favored the same color.

Perhaps you don't look up
because the afternoon skies seem dark
or you don't visit the park
because a field of flowers
doesn't unburden your heart

is it true?
Quite impossible to tell
I cannot see you like the leaf sees the branch
or the coral in the sea
Such a connection is severed at birth.
I think we can agree

This is why silence is truth
because nothingness is unchangeable
it is a place where the mind begins
where we build our being
with the things
taught to us
in order to enable
or disable
I need to find somebody who sees blue
the same way I do
In the olden days
Everybody wore a hat
Has it got warmer?
Ryan Dement
These kids can't cope,
don't eat on time.
They stomp craters in sidewalks
on their way to the
They choke me in comet tails,
blear beauty through brains,
cursing at cops,
stooping to saviors.
They streak their spit like evidence.

These kids get angry,
get plosive,
like it was kissing or grinning.
These kids get angry,
and I've yet to say thanks.
Mary Anne Norton
Coke was your drink
To chase the demons
Cure the blues
Stop a reaction
.           . Sip
Whatever the occasion
Now that you are gone
Let's take a sip
And bow our heads
nightingales attend
somber, stars
soul departs, eve flight
Colours fade in
Heart reeks of blood
On this hot July afternoon
I close my eyes to your song

Evening rubs on the windowsill
Louis Armstrong paints a dead memory
I am yet to open my eyes...
For you are yet to finish your song
Some dreamy like starry skies,
Some shiny like fire flies,
Some visionary like poetry,
Some breathe aggressively.

Memories, that's what they say,
They are footprints of yesterday.
Wrote this for someone :)
Son of golden soil
समय ही अब किताब है
जिसकी अनुकूलता की है आशा
दोस्त और सोच अब तुम हो
जिसमें सुकून भरी है दिलासा
रास्ता अब व्हाट्सएप है
जहां विचार-विमर्श की है आशा
बिखरने का अब डर नहीं
ना कोई निखरने की अभिलाषा।
Manvinder Singh
we walk on a razor's edge,
you and me.

i am trying hard
not to stumble.

walk on dear,
past the grave.
walk tall,
walk perfect.
ok, perfect may take a little time.

i admit though,
that was one good walk.
If I can't afford
The treatment

Do I really deserve
To get better?
I do not know, sweet love
Where you lay your head,
I do not seek your secrets,
Nor your truth
I am satisfied with lies,
That taste of wasted youth
Tiger Striped
when there is no one to speak to
scream at the stars
they don't understand but
they listen
Han Drew
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
Flower C
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
your presence
is all
i need.
I gave my heart to the moon.
Because he said, 'he would preserved it for me'
Todays new millionth sunrise bids me stand,
observe the river traffic from my kitchen window,
accept that my takings are debts,
a few, even paid back,
yet, most still owed,
for the origins of all my poems,
are oddly and oddity old,
unoriginal, second, third handed
as I look through the eyes of the dead,
and yours too,
this my unoriginal,
original sin....
(pretending  I am a poet)
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
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Until the end of time.
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
I think in feeling too much, I forgot what it means to feel at all
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
Mitch Prax
The sea
is shallow,
as is the Grand Canyon
when compared to how deep
my love is
for you.
K E Cummins
To be poor is to go back in time
I have eaten dandelions out of the backyard
And contemplated the guillotine
The revolution of a coin
Skittering to a stop.
There you go, bringing class into it again!
I am unaware
your star sign, zodiac will
always let me know
I'll never judge on a zodiac, I just have trust issues and believe in the sky
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)
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
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.
Maria Hernandez
I will always be there for you
I will always care about you
I will always fight for you
I will always love you

you were never there for me
you never cared, your silence was the key
you never fought for me, instead, you broke me free
you didn't love me, you  never accepted you and me
because you  judged a person I was never meant to be

Someday you'll realize I was there when no one else was.
That I loved you like no other, and I didn't judge you like the others
Makes me wonder, why do I still bother?
that fog horn blows,
worries my mind, lord knows, we don’t need,
more obstacles in this tired world, so the horn
trying, to be blowing fog away, without success

the sound’s remainder air-lingers like foam bubbles
ridden down to coffee cup bottom, resisting, protesting,
refusing to expire, useless/nonetheless, says no dying

sole boat outlined, bout mile out, must be anchored, it’s
unmoved by fog danger or noise, fishing is my informed
best guess, but fish ain’t stoopid, swimming another way

the fog horn wakes the woman who looks askance
cause there is neither coffee or a newly christened
poem upon her nightstand, an explanation is sought

“stand by me,” I sing, “be unafraid my darling, stand now,
stand by me,” poet said “been guarding our bed, this long
foggy night, agin interlopers, bad dreams and sea troubles”

shied ‘em away, knowing that when a man loves a woman,
she can lean on him, cause he’s load bearing, her safety is
always first, poem second, coffee coming, with sun rising

she bemused, funny you’re, kooky like the poems you’ve up-
written all night, up all life long, all stored up in my nightstand,
you’re sweet, like  Tennessee whiskey, ignore my scowling my own
poet-mr. coffeeman-sea guardian, you’re alright with me
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.
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
Stay confident;
And stay independent.
Stay true to yourself;
And stay humble for who you are.
I am alone
Quiet roads and broken trees
Are standing like mourners
I am alone
No family or friends to guide me
No one is there
I am lonely
I wish someone
Was there
I am alone
And I am lonely
Just Grace
The texture of
My lips

Slur the notes
That drape my hips

Across my midline

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