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My best work seldom trends.
Imagine the disappointment
That the lack of that annointment
To the fragile sends.

It’s sheer luck
That I don’t give a ****
And completely possible
I ****.

But more likely
Some AI algorithm decides
Whether my work is seen or obscure dies.

Don’t seek validation
From social media engagement
Your audience is so diluted
The metrics so easily disputed.

Art is;
Art does;
Art takes it time
To connect audience to your rhyme.
Art lives;
Art serves;
Art is the power of your words.
Don’t measure it by likes nor loves or views
Or any other social cues.

Have you best expressed the sentiment you feel?
If yes then ******* my friend your art is real.
Don’t measure your worth by what social media says.
Every mistake I've made
It leaves a scar that burns everyday
I never knew it was possible
to have a broken heart on top of
a broken heart
Until I felt it
Esther Cee
And I thank You,
For creating a space in my heart
Where only You can fill.
My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever. - Psalm 73:26
Julie Smith
You're like an incarnation of everything I have ever loved.
Merinda Aryadelina
I wanna scream this pain
Throw it to the room through my vein
Like thunder in pouring rain
Mohan Nath Siddh
आज एक अद्भुत ऑडियो सुना
दो अनोखे किरदारों को जाना
एक और पुरुष की लंपटता की
विशाल दिखावटी पोट
दूसरी और एक सच्ची औरत की
उस कारगर व शालीन चोट
अब तक ऐसे‌ संवाद फिल्मों में देखे थे
पर आज प्रत्यक्ष सुने थे
सुनकर हम सन्न रह गए
हमारा दिल कुछ सोच न पाए
औरत घर को बांधती है
अपने दर्द को‌ हरदम छुपाती है
दूसरे घर की औरत का दर्द
उतना ही बखूबी समझती है
काश! पुरुष औरत को समझ
अपनी झूठी ज़िद छोड़ दें
अपने घरों को औरतों के
फैसलों पर मोड़ दें
संसार सुंदर खुशहाल हो जाए
और बच्चे नेक इंसान बन जाएं।
Alysia Marie
I can’t hide it
I crave it
Needing it to survive
The pressure of your body
That look in your eyes
Pulling me closer
Oh closer
Sometimes by my hair
Pinning me to that mattress
Or whatever you dare
For I feel it
I love it
That taste on my lips
Unable to move
With your hands on my hips
Oh you know me
Control me
Fingers dancing on my thighs
All those nights that you’d hold me
Brought stars to my eyes
By that grip of your hand
Firmly ‘round my neck
Oh you’d punish me tenderly
I could never forget
Yes you’d pull me
You’d push me
Goosebumps emerge on my skin
Feeling the beads of your sweat
Drip onto my chin
Kiss me
Tease me
Master you know just what to do
To leave me on my knees
Begging for every inch of you

                     Alysia Marie 2018 ©
Not for the faint of heart
Enfield punches the ground, wheels throw up muddy rainbows
from where they sank with the rain. The rider, some fresh young college thing,
flinches as it ricochets off his goggles, then unsteadily pulls away
wrestling with this strange machine. The old blokes laugh
with their propane cookers and badger-stripe beards, slick
with bacon grease and spit. Outside the beer tent
a kid fingers an old blues tune on a scarred and beaten acoustic.
Coins thrown into an old railway cap, her grandfather’s
smile golden in the sunrise.
This love is explainable
because i can't explain it
Believe me, i've tried.
My inability to explain how incredibly wonderful this love is must mean "I have found it" [A feeling materialized into word by Archimedes.]
Smooth midnight black
Desecration blues
Wandering down a desolated road
With my frenzied mind
Raptured, yet empty
Longing for the end of the night
Yet fearing the dawn
And the eternity of an existence
I may never know
I miss you
when you’re gone
and yearn for you
when you’re right next to me
to goodbyes and half-hellos.
if you knew i wrote for you

would you kiss me?
would you just clap for me?
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Have you ever felt
you loved someone that
you hated the person?

Have you ever felt
you knew everything that
you knew nothing?

Have you ever felt
the overwhelming happiness and grace that
you manifested signs of sadness?

Have you ever felt
the burning heart inside
though you are soaked outside?

Feeling feelings,
i do not fully understand
what they are
but they color the blank sheet of life –
Rylan Black
Your almost there .
Your almost enough
Screaming that the rules aren't fair
Almost funny enough
Your never here
Your almost enough
Gone as I tear
Almost needy enough
Your almost near
Your almost enough
Keep having fear
Almost brave enough
You almost share
You're almost enough
Keep saying you do care
Do you really have to make things tough
You almost text
Your almost enough
Keep saying there is no time
Yet never accomplished much
You almost carry
Your almost enough
Carrying me on you shoulder
When things aren't anymore rough
Your almost enough
Your almost here
Only when it's too late
You whisper one last ”wait”
Lies friends make
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
My love is hard liquor.
Why are you still sober?
Ghost of Jupiter
cover my mouth with yours
and let me taste
the poetry dripping from your lips

write me a kiss that
will be remembered
through the length of time

and I will fall
from the pages of your fantasy
straight into your arms

Helene Marie
it's interesting how i swing so rapidly
between confidence and cowardice
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.
John Destalo
I was falling
for you

the feeling of
being weightless

the sky and
the ocean are

like your eyes

your eyes and
Einstein’s brain

are the depths
I can never reach

but I will drown trying
to reach either or both
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
Marcella Faye
Crimson blood
Oozed out
From its wound,
Spilling cries
For help.

Angels weep,
While white clouds
Turns into grey,
Water spilling out
From the clouds.

Flowers bloom,
A song
That plays
So solemnly,
And sweet.

Clothes of black
And white
With eyes that weep,
A soul
Is gone.
Inspired by Marsha, and got it from her Instagram.
Sasha Raven
I am going through the darkest valley,
feels like a prisoner on a Roman galley ...
The Sun does not shine here anymore,
it did not rise, true, even, d*mn, before!!!
They said, I will find her by the Shadow — near,
my heart and soul are filled with fear ...
But I will search, no matter what it takes,
am I just a human being with mistakes?
We will, one day, never see the dawn,
I remember when she fed her fawn ...
No, she is ''dead'', I must get out of this place,
I must admit, that I will never see her face!!!
Stained Glass
She wore her heart on her sleeves,
unaware that he had scissors.
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
When they sing about peace and love
Or the beauty of the stars up above
There I see you

When I read about the blue sky
Oh, how could I
not think about you

When I look at the beautiful moon
I know I won't be seeing you soon
But oh, there are you

So when they say to forget
I say the world just won't let
And inside me, still you
u see the knife
you watch the glow
u see me smile
but can't hear me cry
u think i'm happy
but inside i'm breaking
u see the blood
then u realize
that i wasn't
when i said
i'm depressed!
u wish u gave me the
support i needed
but now it's too late.
I'm dying inside...
What a lonely word
Everyone goes through it
At least one time in their life
Doesn't it feel lonely
Don't you just want to crawl in a corner
And do nothing
I know
I've been through it
At some point
The corner will smile at you
And you will
Smile back
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
I was not here
You never saw me
We never spoke
You never told me in spring
That you don’t

I am alone
This never happened
I never did this
I can’t give what I don’t own

I never will be there
Maybe you will
But I shall not
And I don’t care
People who don’t want to admit

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
I love neither your smile
Nor your being charm
But every single piece of you
From top to bottom
Most of all the way you look at me.
sometimes its really easy to think life is perfect but in reality its hard and at points in your life you feel like you want to give up.
when i was growing up i thought yes i have the hang of this thing called life, but then it all hits me i'm no where near being able to handle life
Disclosure:  this is my personal view of my own church.  I understand others may have an alternative view so please tolerate my opinion.


The Devil lives in the church in the open
He’s enabled by the blind and unknowing
He stirs the congregation
Through men of ordination

They point their finger to justice that’s social
While the confessional loses those of devotion
They’ve missed the point of the Word
And quelled the children that should be heard

The loss of innocence is the crime
The priests should look inward this time
The Pope! Where are you? I say
You say for the children you’ll pray

“We’re sorry for those which we hurt”
But hide the guilty behind Her skirt
The martyred do scream for attention
Of the church the priests will not mention

In fact it careens out of hand
When will the people demand?
Expel those who touch with greed!
The children whose love they don’t need

So on we’ll be faithful at mass
And be lectured by the crass
Unforgiven, should they be?
For the sin of duplicity?

Popes and Bishops open your eyes!
Your flock is sick of the lies
Your priests and deacons from the closet are out
Congregation push the Devil out
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
Is off-brand raisin bran
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
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