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I am as fit as a fractured fiddle,
with my wooden cords galore
that don’t make a sound anymore,
and a neck like wet cardboard
that is ready to fold and fall
on the bathroom floor.
Matthew Berkshire
I drank you deeply at dusk,
and that,
is where I'll wait-
-for you,
drunk on your magic
grasping at your ether.
By. Lauren

Growing up my mother told me to follow my dreams.
Step by step I grew.
From teaching to cardiology, all the dreams I wanted to peruse.
It's just then the day came.
When my clock was coming to a slow.
The ticking about to stop.
And my future here for me to peruse.
My mother told me not to let the world hold me down with their dreams for me.
But when my clock was out and it was time to leave my mother laid some rules.
It was no longer about my happiness.
It was not my future I had to peruse.
It was all her dreams for me.
She told me I must grow old and have a family.
A dream I never had for myself at all.
She told me these words "Lauren you are a career-oriented person, but that is not what you must pursue."
All she wanted for me was a future.
A real one.
But it was not the happy world I had wanted to peruse.
So I had to let her down.
And live the life I had always envisioned.
So I don't exactly remember how to do this whole poetry thing. I hope this is okay.
O Lord search me, inside and out then heal me.

I beg thee , O Lord to search me and to heal me.

Not only I, heal but everyone that reads this too.

For this world is hurting and needs your Healing.

Heal our lands, heal our bodies, heal our children.

Then all shall see you O Lord and let a revival begin.

Thus then bring all nations unto your throne room.

Repenting of their sins, asking you to come into their hearts.

Thus many more including world leaders as well God.
you’re not


of love.

they weren’t

just worthy

of yours.
As life revolves, some things are accidentally left behind. One thing that will always be the agonizing part of life; flashbacks.

Life spins way too fast. If human were to pick up where they left behind, they are adjudged to be lost all along the way. It is acceptable that some things are better to remain the way it is.

But, this is not it.

This blissful pain, this constant twinge, this abrupt strain.
Grace E
She's not the damsel.

She's the dragon.
And she knows who she is.
She belongs to the world
And I belong to her
For she is my
I'll wait for you like she could have

I'll protect you like she should have.

I'll fix that heart of yours that she shattered.

I'll love you.

Just let me treat you like you deserve,
and i'll love you as long as you let me.
Sometimes I'm weird
But I'm always stranger
my mother never taught me how to fly
because ladies don’t use their wings
and neither do I
The mirror is your muse
Your muse, the mirror
I don't know.
John Dewberry
I loved you
But love is a dissipating wave
Crashing on the
Tide of dreams
Behind blue eyes
I had goals
And aspirations
And it’s no ones fault
We lost connection
Along the way

Hell has a place in your heart
That you run to
For security
But my assurance
That it’ll be alright
Wasn’t enough insurance for you
Struggling to keep my eyes open,
Trying to see when my world is filled with void and darkness,
Running until I find the light,
The light I seek is hidden not knowing that all alone the light is inside me.
Not the stillness
but the never-ending motion
not on the head of a pin
but in base of the broad basin
not a perfect evenness
but the wealth of variance

Not two opposing pebbles
laid on a lever atop a pivot
not a balance
like a train car
arriving at the station
where people board and disembark
while their total never changes

not good opposing evil
not black and white
or self against the other
the summation of the ins and outs
of all that simultaneously occur
when nothing ever happens
14th installment in this series of poems inspired by physics. For further reading:

Thoughts and comments are welcome
Everything you do seems to be bad
From the way you walk and talk
I could tell you think your all that
I think I hate you
For hurting me a way no one has
But I know I love you
sandra wyllie
can give life
and one person
and take life away

One Person
can create
a beautiful masterpiece
or destroy the hope and joy
in a child’s loving, trusting face

One Person
can build this country up
or tear this country down
One vote
can make the difference
as to our future
if that vote is sound

One Person
can change your life
forever –
if given the permission to

One Person
can do many things

One Person
is you
my demons really like his sanity.
it is not mutual.
Thomas C
Like a droplet in a river we travel. No clue of direction.
Yet we ever flow through the path carved out of us by an entity unknown.
Slowly we reach, yet unaware of it, to our destination.
Then we fall, by the millions unto the next flow of life.
Julie Grenness
Of fur friends I am a fan,
Have you tried a Catscan?
I wander the dark backyard,
Finding Kitty is really hard,
Where are you now, naughty thing?
Do not me any dead mice bring!
I do not need such morn offering,
Catscan for you, do please come in!
Giggles, feedback welcome.
I cannot be with him
Nor I can leave him
The mere thought of not being able to talk to him
Hurts my heart
I feel this pain
A grave loss
But I must be brave
Because at the end of the pain
Is freedom.
Jesus bless my fellow brothers and sisters poet.
Heal their hearts, bless the words that come out..
Of their mouths today and everyday Lord God.
Use them to encourage everyone that they meet.
Work Great miracles in their lives today and always.
Bless their hearts with great volume of love over flowing.
Overwhelm them with your great love and faithfulness.
Do what only you can do Lord and use them overwhelming.

Since I could not stop the pain,
I just taught myself to love it.

It is working :>

I cut the flesh that covers me
I cut the only thing that truly protects me

Then there is blood.

Red. Vibrant. Brave.
That was the last beautiful thing that I saw

Til my eyes are no longer heavy
Tears burst like they wanna come out for years

Then there was my wrist, pumping heavily
As always
I wonder why I have this very shallow pulse
That you could easily notice in one look

I have a two sided sword
But in a cute size

Nah, it gives the same satisfaction of pain.

Billie Eilish songs overpowered the silence

I love this.

My definition of peace and pleasure came into the form of violence.



Awaken, I heard the other ego
Saying go
you will love it.

I wish I was alive.

The bells rang, I had to go.
Hello, welcome home. -nobody
Megan Joseph
love is a drug;
once you have a taste
you can't get enough.
maybe that's why I am afraid,
afraid to take a sip,
a bite,
a whiff,
of love,
i might overdose.
Maybe they were right all along.
Maybe I was just your rebound.
Your past-time babe,
Your "present" lover.

I wish I didn't love you the way I do,
I wish I didn't see that you deserve the best of me.

Maybe I still have myself,
Maybe I'm still alive.
'Cuz you hurt me so bad,
And I am taking it so deep.
Flower C
A low burning light,
The ground is soaking wet though,
Now glowing in blue.
I know we all have suicidal thoughts and have been at our lowest point, but know that, we'll get through it no matter how hard the situation is and how sad we are about it, I'm sure that we'll grow stronger afterwards.
Lara Mari
She has a skeleton in her closet,
one that haunts her everyday.
It calls her name, and tortures her
with words sharp as shards of bone
broken off a decaying soul.
Dennis Willis
I am unimportant
to the sunshine
I am unimportant
to the yellow wild flower
bathed in it
I wonder if
I am the only one
to see it glow

All are here
in the fabric
your seeing
of them here
news confirming
u already knowing
of this beauty
in u
I don’t even feel like faking it anymore.
"It's not love."

Okay, sure,
so suppose I were to concede.
Then you're positing that
more than half the love I've ever received
has always and forever been null.
this has been sitting in my drafts forever
our decaying faith
is keeping the fossils
i think of all the times i felt insane. that does not change anything but i love to think that all of those times were better than today. because now, i'm just sitting on a chair, distraught, aloof, furious and sad. not because of my pasts but because of the present.
Mystic Ink Plus

Genre: Micro verse
Theme: Privileged
Author's Note:
He/She might not say
Anything casual

Expect something
Calm to ears
Enigma GD
External advice heeded can become the killer of all authenticity within interaction
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.
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
Leonard Cohen
Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.
Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
D Letwixt
I've disappeared into myself
And reality seems
Kelly McManus
Struggling more and more
sinking deeper and deeper
the quicksand called man

             Kelly McManus
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.
phoebe fructuoso
but I’m still haunted by the memories
your love was like ecstasy

now it’s crashing down
I’m a fool, I’m a clown
I fell hard for your lies
now I have to deal with the side effects of that temporary high
love will ******* up more than drugs ever will
it was 4am when
i noticed his text.
“are you up?” he asked.
rubbing my eyes, i answered,
“yeah. need to talk?”
because anyone who is awake
at 4am is either heartbroken
or in love.
and i am very, very
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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