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by the time
you realize
by the time
you care
by the time
it all clicks
and you want
me there
i'll be
very far
i didn't
wanna wait
by the time
you want me
it'll be
too late

From this pain
there's much to gain

The shape of mud
where I have lain

The monsters in my mind
I've slain

their rows of teeth will form my jagged crown.

In the end the purest flower grows
from earth where self-sacrifice is sown.
finding meaning in the pain, live to see another day
Mrs Timetable
I must say
I faintly recall
The telling of your
Intensely sensed
I paid no mind
How very rude
As drool came out
Of my mouth
A cat nap
You left me in my slumber
I now understand
My blunder...
“Listening” really is
A skill
Chalk this up
To empirical research
I will
HP poet BLT’s word of the day “Empirical”
The Wonderess
How wise of you
To go at your
Own pace

To leave their lane
And reject their
Silly race...

-growth is a process
Shubhankar Mathur
Feels like the days are flowing by,
While I lay here, restless
Unaware of my becoming
Like an unusual goodbye.
It's not how much you say,
it's what you say that matters.
Satvik gupta
The more you bear , the better ache they provide .
moon river in our heads
august came instead
running our course
knowing there was much unsaid
one name, many memories
Monochrome Dreamer
I stopped writing

For awhile.

Because I found that when I write
It’s so real.
It’s like hearing back my own words from the lips of someone wiser

Not from a broken child,
But from a bitter miser.
I am awake always
Painfully aware. I can’t sleep and I can’t quiet the noise in my head.
They say "get out your feelings" but the feelings are still going to be in me... I have a long & close relationship with them... they begin to miss me if I'm gone for too long. I lie for hours in the tub as I drift away into a bittersweet nothing.
Those two stoplights from your eyes to your cheeks
No one told you that the winter's were meant to be painful
No one told you that this is the city where angels go to die
Kabelo Maverick
It’s not

It’s just
different cult!
Jeremy Stacy
Black lives need allies when lies are disguised
and truths revised on occasions that too often
arise and through these human eyes we must
see common ties, recognize constant cries of
dehumanized human lives that go unanalyzed
and visualize, prioritize and initialize the rise of  
idealized equality without comprise
It simply isn’t good enough to not be racist now. At this time you have to speak out for black people.
Emma Noel
I dream of things I want you to do that I know you never will.
I'll wait and wait on days and nights as my heart and mind sit still.


In this brave new world of no handshakes and multiple rounds of hand sanitiser there exists a blessed irony: social distancing is bringing my neighbourhood closer together. The solidarity of a shared smile - albeit bestowed from an apologetic distance of two metres - lifts the spirits, straightens the shoulders, and tickles the heartstrings more than any viral meme (no pun intended) could ever do.
For needless things
Things I've been told are okay to do
For saying no
Forgive me for expecting things from someone residing below the floor
lately my stomach has twisted itself into knots
because of my self deprecating thoughts
like a root forced to grow after rain
my stomach twists in revelation and pain
perhaps to wisdom I am simply giving birth
and if I wipe away the tears I’ll see worth
but for now it’s just twisting and hurts
every time I think “I may never be loved.”
soo doo nimim
I go to sleep
But not for reals
I shake the pain of today’s cursed feels
Eyes gown heavy
Heart burrows deep
Time, like water on an empty beach
I go to sleep
It’s not quite real
And wake
With face of sullen appeal
Fizza Khan
I’ve realized I have let you go.

Your absence no longer bothers me.

How Beautiful to finally move on.
You are
The air to my lungs,
The blood in my veins,
The pulse to my heart.
You are the reason I’m alive
And I love you more
Than words could ever describe.

It’s been a while.
Sorry I ****.
I made a mistake
I meant to be perfect

But I colored outside the lines
On purpose

I crossed the line
That meant to keep the lines inside

Because I'm not supposed to do it
The demons haunt me in my sleep
They follow me

You’re the demon I meant to forget
You keep coming back
Scaring me
Hurting me

I keep fighting the demons
The demons in my head
The demons under my bed
The demons in my soul

But you’re the worst demon

The one that tells me what to do

You control me
You’re the demon in my heart
reigning cereal
i don't wear my heart on my sleeve;
i wear it around my neck

Bunny Rubinstein
I have kissed boys


People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
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.
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
My limbs form Jacob’s ladder
The first rungs
seam to fold and bend
I wish they could fix me with silk ribbons
Life is stacked
They can’t all be wrong
I would fall
Another notch
Wring and worn out
mother faded....thirty years ago,
she's a living ghost, haunts me
well let me think on this...
am I stupid too?
for loving You?

yes, I guess I am...
violence on the streets
the man is begging to breathe

cut the last shred of hope
rioters walking on lonely bones

fire on their hearts
pain filled the carts

no place to escape
hell with the fool babbling hearsay

their feet stay where the innocents bleed
violent sounds made the city sweep

with rebellion comes what may
ancient wounds won’t obey
justice for George Floyd!!!!
Infamous one
So much hatred need more love
So much injustice not peace
Everyone needs closure to move on
Sometimes theirs no reason or answers
Other times conclusions with results
Just love respect one another
Everyone has a struggle
Everyone has their own story
Tell it loud don't be afraid
Don't hurt others in the process
Be open to understand others
And have faith they'll understand
Don't force your beliefs or impose
Educate and inform others
Some might listen be open to change
While others narrow minded
Set in their ways closed off
Ghost of Jupiter
the fragrance of white lilies
permeating the still air

soft brush of silken petals
on translucent flesh

blood red orchid drop
bleeding through the vignettes

through the charcoal outlines 

black and white thoughts mix
into murky shades of grey

this monotone life
slowly fades

but the fragrance of white lilies
still remains
John White
I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.
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)
Some Northeastern PA red wine
on my darkened deck
a dog barks
a toad sings
to find his mate
I am something of a toad too
and drunk enough
I will sing with him
when you've lost everything

the song of toad will do
Patrick Harrison
depression comes
like a roaring wave
to wash me away.
at the end of the day—
it doesn’t matter
how meticulously folded
the envelope is

all i can see
are the big red letters
stamped across the top

i appreciate
the gentleness with which
you continue to
return my heart
every single day

but gentle doesn’t mean
Verdant Quo
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
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