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melodies, delicacies & poetry
I indulge myself in these,
for I am drunk on emptiness
never to break free.

The life I am living as, is it--
I continue living as a corpse;

(I like to make the titles a part of my poems :] )

Isn't it lonely?
Im trying to forgive
Do you ever sit
Nothing is there
Feeling lost just a bit
Looking so deeply
At nothing I’ll admit
But examining further
My heart is there lit
And with another blow
It’s feeling harder hit
Words echoing in my mind
While my stomach is a pit
But it is there,
There I sit
i’ve been looking for someone
have you seen him?
he looks a bit like me
perhaps a little less wear
we were on this path together
but we turned off the trail
for that he was there
but when i reached the clearing
he had gone
have you seen him?
tell him i miss him
i’ve been looking for someone.
In this dark room a big light shines upon us
We didn't care for it was only the two of us

As I slowly touch you I see you smile
We did it with such grace

I said to myself  "God I will never leave her"
But then you left me after

What we did was indecent
But it's a memory I can't replace
I try to find art in a picture of the future—
but my fingers keep on tracing
each one of my past paintings,
thinking about how beautiful it was
when I colored them wild and free.
it was hard to leave you
When searching for happiness one may find that the hunt is filled with so many ups and downs that its just easier to be content with 
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
If passion is fire. We have that in common
I ignite, you ignite. Burn factor remain same.
I don’t see an end. Only way to put out the fire. To kiss where it matters the most.
Tom Dodd
Comedy can mock tragedy
As long the lion stays in it’s cage
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)
The ground is molten lava
there is fire in the
air we breathe, it is
my one desire to have
you here with me.
You may want to
pray to Jesus when
this story ends. Will
you keep my company
I guess that just depends
I count the souls here
by the trillions, we get
more every day. Some
times it's by the billions
and they are here to stay.
Here you will find Buda,
Allah's in here too
I know this may upset
some, not what it's
meant to do. I am just
a demon and soul's
are up for sale, the next
step when the wicked
die is here with me
in hell. This description
is not over, river's of feces
on the floor. You will seek
to find a way out but
will not find the door.
each person here doe's
suffer, the torment never
ends. If a name is
not in the book of
life the suffering  just
No longer
Can I taste
The fresh flavor of fun
Is it because of too much exposure?
Has my mind changed?
Has the world changed?
When will the fun come?
Is fun important? Is life important?
Too many questions with no distraction
I care about nothing
I feel nothing
I am innocent--no longer
Love of mine
When I get old
Only lines upon  on my face
My eyes with pain
Smile still there
Only silently for knowing minds
The heart stays young forever
Most memories are lost.

Will you hold my hand
and comfort me
Before I find my way
Inside myself, no place to go
Think of heaven , only God knows.
I look at you and see a fear.
Fear for when I’m here no more.
Deep in your eyes, you’re not there.
Come back my dear so I can find myself.

Child of mine don’t cry
when I’m gone
You’ve made my life wonderful
My sunshine you will stay wherever I’ll go.
Just wanted you to know.
You made me happy all life long.
My love for you so pure
forever that light will shine
My sparkle in my eyes
Carry that through in your own family
when I’m no longer here.

Cydney Something
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
i didn’t mean to fall in love
but i did
and you didn’t mean to hurt
but you did
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
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.
Frances Raeburn
I love you
whatever that means.
I’m really scared
Im loosing it
My fragile mind
Slowly bruising it
I think too much
Overusing it
it’s my fault
But I keep doing it
Francie Lynch
I have stared
Far too long
At this blank page.
I've come to the hard realization,
Like a refugee raft,
This poem won't write herself.
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
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.

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.
Sharp jagged rocks, a river
doe's flow, I hear
your voice on the breeze
I've learned a lot and
one thing I do know
is your cry in the pine
on the trees. Lover
of life with a care free
spirit induces me to
see, that you are wild
and I'm nowhere near
it is why it's unsettled
in me. It's your way
that beaconed me,
it caused me to see
that you were a lover
of all. I was under
your spell now I'm
finally free I'm no longer
six inches tall.
Thomas W Case
Saturn is in
line with
Venus tonight
but, nothing's easy
when you're down.
The clowns walk
around, dressed in
yellow; fast food smiles
and cheeseburger
souls, and nothings
easy when you're down.

The dancers with poles
and sadness, that Halloween,
fires burning...childhood,
perfumed dreams,
kind of sadness fills the
navy blue night.
I can't find the North star,
and the jack-lanterns lie rotting
in the streets of Nebraska
and Kansas, and the candies
all gone, and the kids wait.
And I can't find  
the deep blue shirt I bought
at Goodwill, and Billy Burroughs
is filled with worms and earth,
and Bukowski looks at Satan
and says, "what do you
mean, we're out of whiskey?"

I've never been much for the stars,
and family and Thanksgiving are
painfully overrated,
and nothing's easy when
you're down.
check out my youtube channel
Ashly Kocher
Broken thoughts
Like an unfinished puzzle
That feeling of always missing a piece
Never to be found
Until you least expect it
When the unfinished suddenly becomes complete
Be patient, for then, brokenness turns into beauty and all is found
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Nitin Pandey
I'm sorry about that
To my own

I insisted that
I leave you alone

Life quickly neglect
To inhale and exhale

It just took a time
Stretch as a death spell
#thought #festival #alternative
Death is the most beautiful thing or another great way to get out of the way in the same situation when the first opportunity you lose with others who are saved in the future...🍁
A loon communes on the lake,
the lake is a tear drop on Mother Earth,
the ripples flow like glass being blown,
I am perched on my porch.
The loon cries once more,
I puff on my cigar,
the smoke shifts indecisively,
it moves much like the unchained around me,
free willed and wild.
I dream of being unchained.
My branches stretch out,
they yearn for the sun,
but heavy grey clouds hang on puppet strings.
Overcast and encumbered by responsibility,
they shroud the sun,
blanket it with regret and doubt.
I dream of being unchained.
I lower my branches and shout,
but no one hears,
my voice is chained.
The loon cries out,
it echoes unrestrained.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
I decided to write a poem
To put words together
In such a way
As to express
My innermost feelings

And I lost the words
And my thoughts drifted
And my computer keys stuck
And nothing came forward

Perhaps tomorrow
I will write a poem
To express my life
And for today
I’ll just go
To play
Like a cry in the night
Left unheard
But not unspoken
Never really unspoken
Simply ignored
But why?
Why was I ignored
And overlooked
Was I not worth being heard
And noticed
Was I not special enough
To be saved
Even when words are uspoken, they are still there. Just waiting to be heard.
Futile the flight
If not to be at peace
Futile the flight
If unable to savior

The blue bronze
Golden and grey
White withering sky

Futile the fate
Of a feathered mind
Futile a scape if not to fly
And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.
51 seconds have gone by
and i want you to write
despite, having just sent
what i had said
this love thing's for life
in my heart
like you're in my head
it's awful trite
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