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I feel you in the air
Even though I know you’re not there.
Your presence burning holes in my skin.

People can’t just follow you around.
But I hear your voice
even though there’s no sound.
I feel you walking next to me.
Surely this should be diagnosed clinically.

Because I can’t keep the real and fake apart
Dancing between the imperceptible cracks in light and dark.

Sit beside me ghost of mine.
I’m not afraid of You...
I’m afraid of my own mind.
That feeling like you’re being watched. Eyes on the back of your head. Skin shivering.
Lady Grey
The worst kind of crying
Is when you don’t realize it’s happening
Until it’s too late to stop

The tears flowing down your cheeks
Like a river
Down your neck
Down your shirt
Until they reach your broken heart
Mohd Arshad
You can defeat your enemy
With a smile
My eyes will cry for you once more
when evening brings it's softened hue
in mourning now for love, adored,
left longing for the warmth of you.

The tears they will flow crystalline
to feed the sea at sorrows shore
this isolation aches my bones
and numbs my heart forevermore.

As daybreak cracks the wounded sky
I lift my face unto the sun
though time will heal these wounds,
You'll always be my only one.
Alexis D Cruz
Your voice is like thunder
and your touch, lightning.
The storm you've got me swept in is
so beautiful, it's frightening.

Your eyes ignite wild waves within my soul
and your smile keeps me calm.
I feel utterly complacent knowing my world
rests safely within your palm.

When you call my name, my heart drops,
flutters and melts all at once.
Before you, when it came down to defining love,
I was an utter dunce.
Who could have ever truly predicted that we'd
grow into a love far truer than any other love that
has ever existed?
Amidst the smoke and light and laughter
Along the smiles and cheers thereafter

A sound is bled, wrung free from strings
It bounds and treads and wholly sings
Inside each song, a secret’s moved
Not right nor wrong or frequent proved
The message dances from bow to ear;
A coded trance of love and fear
From left to right the story rings
Of Death and light the Cello brings
The covert tale engulfs the room
It vibrates truth to those who loom
The Cello knows for why it’s played
Its secret lost, both gone and stayed

In the smoke and light and laughter
Music lies and cries thereafter
you're a haze of ninety-nine cents dreams,
naivety bottled in your distressed jeans
and your lolita-inspired bambi teardrop eyes;
and i'm the devil behind why you've cried

your mouth chokes with fury and rage
'so why are you still here?' i ask again
but secretly, i know you and your obsession
-the glory tales of getting heartbroken

you know i'm pure poison flowing in your veins,
a disaster functioning on self-hatred and novacane,
but you're wild violet and champagne in a sweet kiss,
desperate to be inundated into my abyss.
idk what is this
Suman Saha
Mistakes are good
Mistakes had caused me,
being a stolid women
In every moment of peace,
when I look back
I can see my mistakes watching me
Questioning, ready to commit another!
But doesn't wait for any answer
I glance around as if someone,
can hear my thoughts
I look around here and there
There was no one, but
A boy who was blushing,
He says he had something
to ask me,
With a intense breath,
Are you enjoying your mistakes?
Staring at the endless sky
where the stars were still twinkling
Imagining someone's face
with a beautiful smile
I answered, Yes
He smiled at me,
waiting to enjoy his mistakes
I never knew what was over in
his brain,
I asked him to come near me.
I got up to him.
Don't make the same mistakes,
I whisper, don't make my mistakes.
A heart in a chest,
Desperate to get out.
Planning an escape, mapping a route.
It doesn't realise it is blessed,
It is safe hidden in a cage.
One two three, one two three,
Beat by beat, closer to being free.
In a battle with time and old age.
The taste of victory must be sweet.
It keeps fighting, keeps hitting,
The heart is stubborn, never quitting.
Just one more day, one more heartbeat.
It always seemed fictional
And unthinkable
That we would have to live in fear
That it would be so hard to see the negativities so clearly as now

The armies painted pictures on our glasses
A mural of all the horrible things but never gave us classes on what they were about
Only when we learned ourselves
That a troubled self had spilt our blood and that was what we saw
On the once beautiful wall

We’re just kids, they say
That’s exactly what they should say when every day we have to question, will I fight?
Will I fight when someone comes onto the school site to bring us so much fright?
Will I fight for something that should already be a common right?
Yes, because we’re just kids, and if I die then that will show how much the world needs to change

It’s sort of strange thinking that once a question I asked after watching Harry Potter
Is now a question a young daughter has to ask and hope the world takes off its mask and show that no, we aren’t okay
And I think it’s sad that now I know
I would gladly throw my life away
For someone to only say
We’re just kids
A careless comment made without a second thought.
A whim with hidden selfish intent.
Saying you'll listen, but stopping me as I start to speak,
Unable to look into my eyes as I weep.
Only liking me when I'm smiling and energetic.
You say that's not true, but look at your actions.
What's your voice really saying?

Shaken and scared, I ask you to comfort me.
Picking and choosing my words carefully, as you fail to understand the meaning.
Seeing how insignificant myself and others are,
Why do I keep trying when their true faces are so ugly?
"Don't judge a book by it's cover", yet beauty has nothing to do with intent.
The colors I try to paint turn into a black puddle seeping at my feet.
"Isn't it beautiful?" I ask. They nod, not even acknowledging the hidden message.

Upon returning home, I set the canvas ablaze.
"No one listens  when I truly speak what I mean. They want a grey lie, constructed carefully with a trying smile, not this ugly black sin.
All of them.
All of them.

"I'm listening."
"I'll be there."
"You're safe."
"You can trust me."
"I love you."

Withdrawn, I humor your words with an analytical expression.
You deny any subtle suggestion of fault, pressing further down the rabbit hole I've expelled you from,  and yet you wonder why we aren't close.
I lose my patience and break you off, returning to a slumber where I choke from a lie that truly hits my core.

You, the only person who truly matters,
taken away in a squad car when we had just stopped for ice cream.
These unfamiliar faces take you away, saying it's unacceptable.
I reflect as I wait for your trial, trying to break you free.
I realize that this world must be wrong, with it's gaze cast full of judgement.
My eyes cloud with tears as I realize my sins, my hypocrisy.
I'm no better, yet I can't help but scream as they take you away.
Do I really have a right?

This hatred I have for those who pin the vulnerable,
The unacceptable.
Are my actions really any different?
Shaken,  I focus these inward emotions into an explosion.
The red on the canvas fades to black, and I camouflage into the city nightscape.
Francis Dongelewic
The human condition may be
characterized by the posing
and re-posing of this most
fundamental of questions:
For what purpose, if any
is the suffering, the fear--
indeed, the utter bewilderment--
peculiar to Earthly existence
endured? Incessantly, we search
for an answer we can live with
and die for.
em>the galaxy awaits for you to return
its your true home
so come explore the edges of infinity
ride in a space ship
and birth a new horizon
you try to find your limits
but its impossible
the mind can imagine anything
even tiny little dragons
we are infinite beings
with little that we agree upon
there is a road trip happening
right now from here to mars
so will you join us
it will do you no harm
to strum the anthem once again
and relate to the unimaginable
symbols borrow meaning  
from unconscious bits and pieces
of your dreaming
swim in a sea of neptune’s water
become immortal
salt and silver sparkle in the ring of fire
combine thirst with hunger
sublime is our wonder
stutter and strum
as grumpy people mumble
muttering along
it doesn’t matter how strong you are
i wont conform or measure myself
against any perceived enemy
send me on another mission
and if i fail than with your permission
i will gladly self-destruct*
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Youllneverunderstand me
You feel you are being buried
When you are simply being planted
Nat Lipstadt
strong>be my therapist (the temples of You)

massage both my temples
where from these poems originate

will your fingertips perform tailored alterations,
will they insert strange spices and your favors,
unfamiliar but imagined overtime desirable flavors,
thus resolving the question that my answer perpetually fails,
to satisfy my unending need to understand:

how do my temples
speed the heart
bring forth whole poem utterances inconceivable,
reminding me to remember what has yet to occur

she grins and whimsies me and suggests:

“that’s why they have been
appointed anointed announced
as the temples of you”

2:19am 2/19/18
Anne Webb
It's time to say goodbye
to the girl I used to be
so look me in the eye
and promise you won't wait for me

I'm sorry to break your heart
but I just ain't coming back
I'm done playing my part
it's been turning my heart black

I'm sorry to break your heart
but I just can't force myself to stay
it's better when we're apart
so I will stay away

... somewhere I have no part to play.

P.S. we wouldn't work anyway
All the hopeful promises
were like sugary treats gone rotten.
So, I lay sprawled out in pain
a loving body forgotten.
It was only once
she ever said she loved me,
told me all her deepest pains.
I told her she was lovely,
and so splendidly strange.
I’d come over and she’d recline
into the comfort of my arms
and every time I’d find
the beating of my racing heart.
She would tell me to rub her feet
or massage her neck and back,
and though I proved I loved her true
she never let me get farther than that.
I know she had every right to.
It just broke my heart to be so closed to her
and watch her walk off
with some other jerk.
All the hopeful promises
were like sugary treat gone rotten.
So, I lay sprawled out in pain
a loving body forgotten.
Dr YumnaKay
I watched the fog today
as I squinted to look through,
imagining shapes, hovering;
and headlights in the mist blinked.

I watched the blood, stark liquid;
trickling down the edges of my temple,
as do the naked truths; I have failed [it seems],
the dots forming patterns, an image blurred;

my eyes, the colour
of innocence,
I bow to the rising sun.
Experimental. Spontaneous write. Probably too fragmented. idk...
phil roberts
As I lie here
With eyes closed softly
I think deeply of you
And I inhale stars
The scent of twinkling light
So fresh and alive
Sparkling gentle inside me
And I want to write this feeling
So tentatively
As it must be
Like writing words on bubbles
Delicate and precious
Begging them not to disappear
Like dreams in the morning

                                        By Phil Roberts
This may well be my last poem here.
chloe fleming
i want life to grow from these very bones,
instead of death taking its final toll.
i dream of life, enveloping me, showing me the rivers that flow, seas that crash, and creeks that trickle downward.
death itself is the thought that life is too weak to handle, but i have seen death
and i have seen life.
i’ve wished and prayed that life could bury death,
give up its ceaseless game and go to sleep,
maybe then children could play outside without fear of another drive by,
i could take a rest, without fear of ending it.
but death is the inevitable part of life
but could we stop focusing on it?
our time is short, our time is now.
look life in its eyes before they close on you.
dance in sunlight, drape yourself warmth.
scream hallelujah every morning you wake up,
healthy and alive.
grow saplings in your collarbones, love in your heart, music in your feet, and knowledge in your head.
life is the essence of existence and death is just a familiar friend
Vale Luna
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Consumed by
I was heightened by
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

Andy Randell
I'd feel so at home in Wyoming;
Married to my television
Cigarettes for breakfast
I'm at peace with my shaking
Clipping branches of my tree
To feed my precious pets

I never played the game
Rolling dice around my teeth
But I keep my eyes on the window
Let the creeping wind in my belly
Be all that makes sense
Thrown like a doll in the corner
Unblinking for the longest time
Measured by the shift and click
Twisted legs coiled like cables
Sealing Matthew into his box

America's fables never spoken
Her reputation and misadventures undeserved
Fit like latex on an amateur surgeon
My cardboard house unfolded
Everything in a tanned leather briefcase
I just forgot the combination
827 - 125 and the button slides

Why can't I leave my things in a crate
And ship myself off to a Grecian island?
I could be sung to sleep
Just as in my room
But now, my dear Johnny, Oldboy,
It's gloaming on Elysium
My chest is still beaten upon
I file the cold edges round
Empty another carton and call it a day
I don't want to talk about what school I go to, or what program I'm in. I don't want to talk about how I work in retail part-time or how busy I am. I don't want to discuss where I'd go on vacation, or what I hope for in the future. These conversations are just spoken in order to have a response, I say my piece and ask "what about you?". You'll take a deep breath and start on where you started in school and how you're stuck right now in this dead-end job but you swear- you swear that you'll know when the time in right to make a move in the right direction. You'll say you want to go to Thailand, and Dubai because of the cultural experience, but you'll never actually make it there. I don't want to talk about my family, what my mother or father does for a living. I don't need your compliments on how highly I was brought up, how perfect my life must've been. I don’t want to sit there and agree with you, and smile and giggle and say “I know, that’s why I’m different.” The funny part is you’ll think I am. When I get to know you, you’ll show me vulnerability- you’ll launch into some story of how even though you had friends and everything was completely fine you never fit in. On how your grandparent’s death affected you, or your parents divorce or moving cities. And you’ll look into my eyes, wanting sympathy, compassion and understanding. Because, you know its there, I give it freely to anyone who needs it. But after its over and through, once you’ve told me… that’s it. That’s who you are, that’s all there is to you and when I ask you what you’re thinking all you’ll say is nothing. Nothing. Even when you’re thinking something. I don’t want that anymore. I want someone to converse with me about what’s beyond our limited human level of understanding, I want someone to be honest about who they are and what they feel and I want someone to look at themselves as a work in progress instead of a completed artwork with chips in the paint, for once. I want someone who will look out onto the ocean and sky and see what I see. Someone who will explore what could happen if we simply, suddenly just lost gravity. If we all fell into the sky, if we all just suddenly choked in space and died. I want to explore if we’d see one another on the other side. I want to lay in a field and listen to the wind in the grass. I want to feel the earth beneath my back and smell the warm fragrance from nearby lilacs. I want to be purely myself and not harbour any judgement, I want to love freely and openly without any punishment. I just want some sapience and a soul connection. Maybe I’m just asking for too much, or the universe just wants to teach me a lesson.
just a rant
zahra wang
when people are in love
they often say
they simply fell
tripped over their own two feet
face forward
and into the arms of their beloved

i did more than simply fall
onto the ground of your love

you, for me
were an ocean
and i dived
almost painfully
into the waters of “you”

i knew i could not swim
but i did so anyway
i was drowning
entangled in you
surrounded by this being of “you”
engulfed in this feeling of “you”

and i did not know what came over me
but i let myself drown
i did not try to swim back up
because if i went back to land,
releasing myself from your grasp
that would mean losing the feeling of “you”

and after
submerging into the depth
the love
the passion
of “you”

how could i ever leave?
you will never be forgotten.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.
James Khan
What beast is this,

Unleashed to denigrate the feast of Jesus?

A feral thing

That sings in tongues

And crawls along just as it pleases?

Lay its place upon this table,

Bid it sit (if it is able),

Pour it wine and let it dine

On mine and yours (but not of Caesars),

Stoke its fur,

Provoke its learning,

Circumcise its primal yearning,

Make its temper empathetic,

Love, not work is that which frees us.
I wish life was fair.
I wish love was as real as the air.

I wish time worked on our time.
I wish it wasn't death we face at the end of the line.

I wish religion wasn't such a controversy.
I wish we could all believe in ourselves properly.

I wish I had a dad that cared if I went to be hungry or not.
I wish where I am going isn't so hot.

I wish life was a wish granting factory.
I wish there was no hate or discriminate, don't you agree?

I wish we were all kept together by our families.

I wish we could give support to complete strangers.
I wish the world wasn't filled with so many dangers.

I wish money was free.
I wish poverty was for the wealthy.

I wish beauty was really in the eye of the beholder.
I wish I could love again, maybe I should have told her.

I wish hearts could never be broken.
I wish we could find each other's problems and help solve them.


But if life were fair would really ever learn?
But if love were real all the time would we know it's not?

But if time worked our way how would we appreciate it?
But if we didn't face death how would we be grateful for life?

But if religion wasn't there how would we know what to believe in or not believe in?
But if we all believed in ourselves properly wouldn't we all be full of pride?

But if I had a dad that cared would I know how to?
But if it isn't so hot how would I appreciate the cool air?

But if life were a wish granting factory would we appreciate what we have?
But if there was no hate or discriminate would we know compassion or kindness?

But if everyone's families were together how would we be different from each other?

But if we gave support to strangers would we not be putting ourselves at risk?
But if there was no danger to face would we appreciate safety?

But if money were free why would we have to work?
But if poverty was for the wealthy would any of us be wealthy?

But if beauty was in the eye of the beholder would we not all find the same people attractive?
But if I told her would I have you now?

But if hearts never broke would we learn, get wiser or grow?
But if we helped everyone with their problems would they not add more problems to our problems?


Point is to appreciate.
Point is to love.
Point is to respect.
Point is to grow.
Point is to resemble kindness.
Point is to support.
Point is to be grateful so have it worse.
Point is to work hard.
Point is to learn.
Point is live.
Point is to life.
I write to graze the sun,
It burns -
To touch.

I write to touch the earth
Its dust,
Is dust
Just -

I want to see the sun
Its still
Too bright
I saw too much.
Jennifer Emerson
wish the waves
moved like your mouth;
speaks to me
like the crash of water
upon the shore.

drunk on you
like water to wine
and i watch your words form
in the waves.
This is not a love poem
this is an I love you do you love me like
I love you poem
do you know me like
you think you do poem
this is a would you be disappointed
if you did poem
an I have been feeling the chilling of the air
and I cant tell if it is just the fault of the season
or if you, too, are cooling
whatever heat you had for me
browning and falling and
crumbling between my fingers
like the leaves of these oak trees
in november poem
a what would I need to do to keep us warm poem
and this is also
an I may be completely mistaken poem
an it was seventy degrees today poem
this is a show me I am completely mistaken poem
Kartikeya Jain
"She was an
unusual dresser.
Every night,
she wore bruises
on her heart,
love on her lips,
pain in her eyes,
and ink on her fingers.
They called her poetry."
Nellie Brown
It’s 11am and I’m crying
I have a good life, right?
But there’s something terrifying
About not seeing the light

I hate this need
To open a vein
Maybe I’m the wrong breed
To be over this reign

I don’t want this control
I don’t want this life
It’s not like I have a big roll
So I reach for a knife

After your fingers were in me
I felt lost and thrown away
Maybe that’s all I’ll ever be
Tossed aside and left to decay

I go and take pills
I don’t bother to read the label
They’re now empty thrills
And I’m unstable

I can’t think straight
I can’t feel my body
Maybe I’m too late
To be folly

I start at my wrist
This isn’t a new practice
It’s now my bliss
But it feels like a cactus

But now





I awake to a door opening
And blood clinging to me
But I’m not door focusing
I’m worried about wound degrees

“You’re going to die”
It laughs in my head
But that no longer applied
As I fled

To my father
In the kitchen
“I’m sorry about our honor..”
He stood there and listened

“I love you.”
He said, with tears in his eyes
And now I made him blue..
At least my choice was wise..

But now I’m regretting
Getting help..
I want to end up forgetting
All the whelps

I don’t want this life

I should have died

That morning

I don’t want this life because of him really..
He heightened all of this
He was toxic ideally
And made my heart an abyss

I hate everything now

But at least my heart has room to fall apart
~The problem with me
Is that I always try
To force my square self
Into your circular expectations~
To quiet my voice
To not speak my mind
To order a salad
Instead of a steak
Cause god forbid
I'd gain some weight
Because god FORBID
I be anything but straight
And all for what?
All for YOU
And what do you do?
You treat me like dirt
And spit in my face
You tell me that I am
A horrible disgrace
Well, maybe the problem
Isn't with me
Maybe you're the one
Who's got a problem.
Not me.
I want to live my life how it is MEANT to be
I love the candor
Of a mirror
It never fibs
Even when it’s broken
My messy hair
My chapped lips
My pale face
My sunken eyes
My dark circles
My tears
My fears
And my fake smile
It reflects, reveal
And unmask them all
Without pretenses
Prejudices or Delusions
Pallavi Sharma
I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.
When did those dreams turned into nightmares? When did I stop believing in the magic of dreams?
Cyprian Van Dyke
Taken by the Circus.
Parented by freaks.
Hoping to be a superhero
To set myself free
From this mental institution.
Life isn’t a dream
And nothing’s what it seems.
So, how do I break free?
I’m not Tony Stark,
And I’m not Bruce Banner,
So there’s no Incredible Hulk.
I’m not Ant-man,
Or Spiderman, either.
Since I’ve been in the Circus
I’ve known a woman,
Half clown, half mime.
She makes me laugh.
She makes time fly.
Red hair, white powdered skin,
Red dots on her cheeks
That try to distract me
From her lushed eyes and lips.
Taken by the Circus.
Parented by freaks.
She is a goner,
But still loved
Thanks to every little kid.
I’m trying my best
Not to end up like she did.
Since I’ve been in the Circus
I’ve had a friend.
You pulled me out the fire.
You sensed my desire.
My hero.
My virgo.
My tiger.
Thirteen feet long,
Sunset orange,
Teeth whiter and thicker
Than claws.
You jump thru hoops of fire.
You sense my desire.
You save me
From death’s jaws.
In this Circus
We call the world,
You are my superhero,
My virgo,
My tiger.
Taken by the Circus.
Parented by freaks.
I’m not a superhero
That many think I be.
I’m just a stowaway
On this train choo-ing
Outside your city.
Feb 17, 2018
If we are
At the opposite ends of the spectrum
You, red
And I, violet
I would make a wheel
To get to you

You are here
Because of me
I am here
Because of you
And If you're afraid of drowning
In this ocean of hues

I will be the light
Which saves you
In the deep blue.
A response to "Spectrums"
Erin Asuncion
One day you'll find her,
One day you'll love her,
One day you'll break her,
One day you'll lose her.
All in One day...
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