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Jon York
Everyone wants to
                      be the sun,
         to brighten up someones
                 life, but why not
           be the moon to shine
                   on someones
                   darkest hour?

                 And if you are
        to love, love like the moon
                 loves. It doesn't
            steal  the night.  It  only
                 unveils the beauty
                     of the days

                  Love me like
           the moon intended, all
              the  way  through
                   the darkness.

                 The sun loves
            the  moon  so  much,
                 he dies every
          night to let her breathe.

             Never save things
          for special occasions.
                Being alive is
        the only special occasion
                       there is.
                                                                                            Jon York   2019
You bite the bullet and hold the gun
But you stand in front of the mirror all day
Acting stunned
Few seconds
Of electrifying kiss
Encapsulated in your Arms
What a beautiful moment
Our sweet memories
I always miss
Mary Gay Kearns
Few people can be beleived
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***
Help! Cried the money
I am looking for my worth
I feel so empty
A Slow Heyoka
Life was a breeze when we were both thinner
When we were young and dismissed the vanilla
You were a ***** and I was a sinner
When you had no fears and I was a winner
poem by: A Slow Heyoka
Written on Feb 21, 2014
A M Ryder
Bagging groceries has given me
A strange window into people's lives

I stuff their secrets into a paper sack
And I tell them to have a good day

But im not sure they do
Jon G M
Enter into my world
Enter Into my darkness
The depth of my immoralities
Let me lay you on my altar
Enter your mind
Devour your flesh
Ignite the smoldering fire inside
Freeing your soul of timidness
The delusions of right and wrong
When worries creep into my mind,
I am trying to explore them like territories
Plot them on a map and create logical lines.

I am trying to not let them come to life:
Giving them teeth, giving them intuition,
Endlessly gnawing at my insides.
Ronza Jairy
You break your own heart
Everytime you don’t listen
to your gut and soul
Love grows cold
Like a forgotten cup of coffee
On the dining room table.
The steam dissipates;
Trailing into nothingness.
Leaving behind the bitter taste
Of lukewarm commitment.
Ephemeral Oblivion
Is it living?

Or is it just dying slowly?
Can you tell me the last time you cleaned your hands of me?
Did you scrub yourself raw like I did?
Did it bleed? Tell me, did it hurt?
How did you forget about it so fast?
Can you please tell me?
TW abuse
Gibran Merchant
Every moment,
Ever fleeting.
One second, you’re riding a high
The other, you’re hitting a low

Anger, sadness, being 'upset'
These emotions flow
I feel almost sad about feeling so
Yet, here I am
Wondering, what could have been so?

I wonder why we feel these things
Why can't we just be happy for all
Happy for me, happy for you, happy for all
Then I realise,
Would happiness exist?
If I didn't know to be sad
If I didn't know to be angry
If I didn't know to be upset...

Life gives you highs and lows
You ride the highs,
Float through the lows
And hope,
And know,
To experience the highs,
Is to survive the lows.
esther fraser
i fell for you and you only watched.
Baylee Kaye
he touched me
and my knees felt weak
my mind went blank
and I didn't know how to speak

Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn

My head's still in the clouds! ^-^
I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview...
Lyn ***
Fredrick Njoroge
Do you believe in me
Like I believe in you?
With plenty of miles to
Go still I dig deeper and
Run to chase my dreams
There's so much to see and
Even more to know as the
Curiosity grows quite a bit..
After months of sleeping next to you, today I woke up, rolled over to see your face, and was __.

a) in love
b) complete
c) nervous
d) alone
e) all of the above
Ocean T
I lean into God's voice
and catch my breath
at His whisper:

"come back
to your
first love"

My heart pounds
heavily inside
the very structure
He built to contain
His image in me.
These past 2 weeks have been an emotional rollercoaster and in the midst of it all, God reminded that my first love has always been His Son. He shared with me a greater truth: " Jesus took your hand in marriage before any man said he loved you". Jesus is the groom & His bride is the church - a covenant relationship where we become one with Christ
Another page fades
Another face aged
Over and under, again and beyond
In time we wither, till we are gone
And unto the meadows, dead with a song
It shall not be long, until we are done.

"They all love, as they dig my grave
They find love, as they dig my grave
We find love, as they dig my grave
As they dig my grave away"

In time, even ashes dissapear.

April 23 2019
May your grave grow deeper still
Nobody, will be there to mourn us
Just the black screen, of game over
And never again, shall we be

all our life, memories, thoughts, dreams, actions
Erased for eternity, not even time will remember us
it took me forever to realize
that the darkness
is fine

just not
all the time.
Grace Spellman
hey you
we haven't really talked
in a while
which is funny because
i've memorized every inch of your profile
the softness of your deep eyes
that you hate so much
that i sometimes hate too
lately i just feel so far away from you
pull and tug
tug and pull
why won't you just let me
make your heart full?

on and off as we are, you're the only one i'll ever want. ****** loyal for you bby.
I want to smother you
with my pillow hands
suffocate your skin

I would scoop out your eyes
to see no evil
blind you from all sin

I'll wrap you in chains
secured to my heart
controlling your brain
so pain won't start

Twist your words
around my tongue
scratch them back
in your back

I could cut you up
so you fit in my pocket
bleed your soul
into a precious locket

Smash your skull
to ease your mind
claw my way in
to your insides
cute aggression is that thing where you squeeze a kitten so hard its eyes pop a little because it's just so magnificent
yeah, that thing
What music do you like?
sorry, i just wanna know
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
Somewhere between joy and frustration
Between reality and imagination
Between love and hate, day and night, black and white
That’s where we are
So close but so far
Julie Rogers
And some change
That I’ve been waiting for
Shove it deep into my pocket
Next to letters scribbled
On the back of a receipt
Letters destined for a screen
Two tacos and a tea
Cat food and Zoloft
All my favorite things
Am I happy yet?
Am I happy yet?
Am I happy yet?
I used to think you were there for me
That you’d stick with me
I wasn’t always super loyal
But neither were you
Now you just leave me
For them
Here I am
All alone
Even though there are a lot of people
I tought I could trust you
But I guess
I was just a stand-in
I tought I’d post these two (falling and this one) at the same time because they kinda have the same subject
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In heart will heal
Aslam M
The Best Part about it ...
No one ....
i owe myself
an apology
for who i used to be
and a promise
for what i will become
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.
Each year
We get a little older
Some might
"More mature"
"More grown"
But that's not it
We celebrate so much now
This day seems normal
The biggest day of our lives
Our Birthdays
Seem normal
We party to much
and care too little
We celebrate
getting closer to death
almost meeting death
and finally
meeting death
So much celebration for one day
Today's my birthday so as I thought about the meaning of birthdays I came up with this, sorry its a bit sloppy but its a quick free write. Hope ya'll enjoy it!
In the cradle of my mind
You lay in wait for me supine
To hold my hand amòngst the sand
To join in stoning loves caravan.  
We will rob earth of her mystery .
Dancing in the silver spray of serendipity .
Basking in the wealth of living simply.
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
"I am aware of that madness and craze, or so people hast said, Of the mad king, with the eyes of the sky but the head darker then sun could ever reach. Little do they all know, that all men are mad and crazed. The king merely decided to face that of his own."
I’ve idolized so many people throughout my life.
Always thinking they’re fantastic, great people.
But then I always realized,
They were just an illusion.
Because they’re are no “fantastic” people in this world.
The world isn’t black in white.
There’s good and bad
Light and dark,
In everything.
I only wish...
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!

the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs

summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)

but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early

got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
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