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Day by day
the rubber band stretches
more and more,
just a little bit more,
until one day, eventually,
perhaps unexpectedly,
it breaks.

Day by day,
behind my concrete face, my mind,
my rubber band,
immersed in tension,
yet saturated with pain

and when I thought no one cared about me
I saw you standing there
and it's all thanks to you
I won't go away today
Katie A
People say that rhyme about sticks and stones
but don’t dare tell me
that these emotions
that make you feel like you are having open heart surgery and running a marathon at the same time
hurts less than a broken bone.

Sadness leaves scars
whether they are physical or internal.
Grief leaves bruises
the size of your heart
Anxiety leaves you broken
and it takes more than a cast and pain killers to even slightly endure it.
Black Leaf
I'm tired.
Tired of everything.
I just want to sleep,
And never wake up again.

No, I'm not lazy,
I'm not running away from life.
I'm just tired of the world and myself,
And too tired to change anything.
She came to me one cloudy day
“I want you naked”, as if to say
She did as such and I did the same
But no matter what, I had myself to blame
My neck was collared, my soul was leashed
As our sessions went on, her lust increased
In my tousled hair her fingers would rake
As the perverted commands and demands she’d make
“Oh mistress of mine, what shall I do now?
My careful caresses I’ll bestow unto thou.”
“Lie back on the bed and act like you’re dead.”
Still to this day her cries ring in my head.
I totally came back way earlier than I said I would
ell b d
i'm tired of going backwards
so i'll move on through clouded predictions
to a time when i'm sitting in front of a fire
thinking about the time when i thought
all was lost

recollecting my twenty something scares
the threat of graduation
and the looming cellphone bills
the disconnect from family
and the revelation that i'm my own creation

but now, here, i'll be warm
rolled up in layers of peace
sipping chamomile tea and waiting
for my wife to come home
after a day laced with my own past
wrote this a few weeks back off a prompt of prophecy. i took it down to a smaller level
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
Literrius Miller
Shooting stars pierce our reality breaking it with fantasy,
Hearts fill with wonder, and spinning colors of reverie,
Minds enlighten as lies and illusions fade away
Light fractures and reveals its colors for a brighter day,
Rainbows of love fall down ushering in peace after the storm
And with serenity and beauty new love is born.

Laughter and joy weaves through your soul
As sorrow unravels and pain unfolds
And you begin to love yourself and become whole.
Let no one take away your choice or steal your love
It's much your right as the light above.
You don't have to pay a price to leap into the sky
Just shake your negativity off and spread your arms to fly.
Let the hate pass you by
All you have to do is try.
Patricia LeDuc
Diamond Rain

Behind the majestic maple tree
The sky is changing to gray
You hear the deep rumbling warning
From thunder not far away
A sure sign it’s coming your way
There is a thickness in the air
Little drops of rain hit the ground
The rain arrives
But to my surprise
A beauty of nature
Sparkling after the rain
On the pine tree you see
Little droplets of diamonds
Shine on
i want to get high in foreign cities
travel to places i have yet to lay my eyes on
pack a bag and take off, my only motive to feel free
i want to kiss lovers on pavement my toes have never touched
beneath trees rooted with legends in their leaves
ensuring everlasting love
and i want to feel light, rather than weighed down
anchored to one small town
i want to drop everything and get away
to places where time is altered
and the stars are always present
whether it be in the night sky or people's eyes
i want to fall in love with strangers, cities, and scenes
i crave so deeply to feel free
to start anew

but at the same time
i want you to come too

It took thirteen years for me to realize,

The growth of your essence within me.

I let go of my fears and worries

To let you take charge of the moment.

It is warm and comforting, your possessiveness.

The confidence you give me persuades

My hidden bravery to showcase the bold me.

They can see my love and want for you

When I am on stage

My eyes project my magical fantasy

My lips sing the song of our bond

My legs move with love and grace.

You're all over my mind and my heart.

Nobody can take you away from me

Neither the broken stage,

Nor my broken leg.

Even if the stars and moon collide,

You are mine and I am yours, dear dance.

And I will keep doing you for eternity.
For the love of dance...
the art of intertwining heart with the body.
Diana Y
A hope, so bittersweet.
The passage of time, so palpable.
A bed sheet drapes over man's shoulders;
People die but time goes on.
Somber house
Lingering soul
"Who we are; where we go?"

No one can know your pain
Not nearly as well as yourself
But the rope won't take it away
It just gives it to someone else
Quinn Evans
Have you ever felt like me,
When the path it seems is to hard to see?
I feel too vile,
I need to smile,
I need to scrub my body clean.
Have you ever felt like me?

Have you ever felt like me?
Carving words into your skin,
Just wishing you could fit in?
Have you ever felt like me,
Where the pain you feel is never enough?
When people tell you 'Just be tough!'?
This life of mine is not a breeze.
Have you ever felt like me?

Have you ever stared at the road,
Outside in the cold,
Wondering when you’ll get your next meal,
Thinking is this real?
Have you ever felt like me?

Have you ever felt that there’s a creep,
Making you lose so much sleep?
You can’t stand on your own two feet?
Have you ever felt hated?
Did you think life was so overrated?
Have you ever felt like me?

Have you ever felt like me?
Have ever wished for your own death,
Asking God to take your last breath?
Have you ever felt so much pain,
That it feels like an endless rain?
Have you ever felt like me?

Have you ever swallowed pills,
Have you ever wanted to be killed?
Have you ever felt invisible?
Like you weren't noticeable?
Did you ever feel like a disease?
Have you ever felt like me?

Have you ever asked for a saving grace?
Did you feel saved?
The pain I had was a blessing,
It never left me second guessing.
I will inspire,
And I will feel admired.
And now I finally see.
Have you ever felt like me?
This poem is about me being abused, neglected, depressed, about hating myself. I was in a dark place. IThe dark place still exists. Sometimes right on the surface.
there is nothing to see anymore.
Turn the other way
for you will not be able to see it.
Close your eyes
and pretend it never happened
It will be much easier this way
Hush Hush
no one will hear, no one will know
no need to speak a word
better for your life
better for you.
BJ Donovan
We Poets

   We poets feel more deeply
   and we can't just let it go.
   Empathy's in our DNA and
   we're here to vent your pain.

   We live near Right Place
   and Right Time. It's empty.
   The corner of Broken Dreams
   and Broken Hearts is crowded.

   We often die at our own hand
   because the burden is too great.
   Read our prayers and weep softly
   for our hope stained souls.
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
If I die today,
Would tears flow,
like a rushing river?
Or the clouds weep,
screaming in thunder?
Would the earth break,
shaking in anger?
Will the world care?
And for a moment,
forget laughter?

If I'm down
to my final heartbeat.
Will anyone be there,
sitting beside me?
When I draw,
the very last breath.
Will you hold my hand,
and feel upset?

If I go,
without saying goodbye.
I want you to know,
that I really tried.
To live and love,
to endure and smile.
To find the truth,
in this realm of lies.

If I'm fated
of leaving soon
to talk with God,
in his glowing room.
I'll be rejoicing,
when I face my doom.
Even I end like a flower,
that withered,
before it blooms.

If inside the casket I lay,
Would there any heaven for me to stay?
Or will my sins, demand me to pay?
Don't even know, how much this life has weighed.

If it's my time, to step on the scale.
Done of my part, in this play.
A lot of regrets,
but nothing more to say.
Wish me luck.
If I die today.
Sara Jones
Its times like this when i get home later than expected.
Hes sleeping peacefully,
But theres plenty to do:
Cleanin­g my car
Brushing my teeth
Being Happy, or prentending to be
Be uncomortable in my own skin
Scratch my arm in hopes the skin starts peeling off
Man this list is too much for me
Im going to bed.
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
I met a lady in red with glasses on
She sits near the heavy stone
as i enter the room
she smiles and waved her hand
Ciel Noir
We are such            clever creatures to divide
Most everything             into its different sides
With chaos versus             order, dark and light
The stark duality of         wrong and right
We even split the very        world in two
With human versus human,       we and you
But still no matter how much      we divide
Each thing has infinitely many      sides
Your naked body
Pressed on mine
We kissed

I thought that
I should feel

Thrill, euphoria
Lust, love
Or bliss

But no
I felt
And I'm very sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me.  You are everything I have ever wanted, but for some reason touching you leaves me blank.  I feel nothing.  And I am sorry.
I'm sorry I cut you
I'm sorry you dared
to love all my sharp edges.
I'm sorry you cared.

I'm sorry you're bleeding,
I'm sorry you're hurt.
But I warned you to go,
to stay on alert.

I'm sorry I yelled.
I'm sorry I screamed.
I'm sorry for each word.
Uselessly obscene.

I'm sorry you're crying.
I'm sorry you're sad.
I'm sorry you had
to see me when I'm mad.

I'm sorry I broke you,
that you still can't see.
The broken one?
It's always been me.
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
Dead Alive Dave
Suffer, the definition of life
To alleviate, the definition of love
Veracity, our light in the darkness
Communication, our rescued wisdoms from the past
To learn, the rebirth of the mind
Humility, the recognition of our limitations
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Grand Piano
Step 1: Get out of bed
Step 2: Look in the mirror
Step 3: Practice your smile
Step 4: Eyedrops to hide the red eyes
Step 5: Conceal the dark circles
Step 6: Breathe
The curtains are almost up
Step 7: Lock down the pain
Step 8: Ignore the weight on your chest
Step 9: Silence the screams inside of your mind
Step 10: Choke down the sobs in your throat
Step 11: Ignore the stinging in your eyes
Step 12: Swallow past the tightness in your throat
You’ve put on this show a million times
Step 13: Don’t let them see
Times up. Curtains up. Camera rolling
You know how when you’re not ok but you try so hard to pretend you’re ok that it becomes a ritual
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
It was, after all, a book
but it had kept me on an unyielding hook.

Perhaps that is why, when you died Livvy,
I found myself crying out, my heart aching and hoping that you will be happy.
Just finished reading the second book in the 'Dark Artifices' series by Cassandra Clare. Couldn't resist penning down my feelings, and anyway, Livvy deserves this and much more....
Kaye I
he's an abyss
and until now,
I'm still falling.
xaiv vos
I was a welcome mat for your muddy and blistered feet
an open entrance for your troubled mind
a shelter for your shattered heart on nights where the silence became too loud

but soon, you took your refuge for granted,
my view of you over time became slanted
your dirty dishes in the sink were quicker to clean than being able to see what you were doing to me

a friendship that once felt like home became broken
and I became a pit stop that was conveniently placed on your
daily route
and you only paid in self-doubts

you were a wounded traveler that could never give, but could always take
and always left the next morning with pieces of my own sanity
I needed to lock my doors before I ended up losing everything
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?
I am sorry for being who I am
At times I can be a lot to take
We should tell eachother goodbye
Before I make my next mistake

I knew you were too great for me
From the very heavy start
It was foolish of me to think I
Ever deserved a piece of your heart

Clearly my shadowy side
Is stronger than the light
I need to accept that darkness
Will eventually win this fight

I thought you made me better
Now I see that isn't quite true
Yes, you bring out the best me
But also bring out the worst parts too
Sometimes the people who push you to be better are also the people who cause you to do and say stupid shit that doesn't even sound like it is coming from your mouth
sitting underneath the stairs, i realized suddenly:
i could die here.

i could die here,
and would anyone know?
i could die here, under the dirty staircase,
and nothing would change.

a friend of mine came for me eventually;

someone i don't know too well,
but well enough.

and she squeezed my hand and told me,
"you're not alone."

as my breathing grew ragged and my chest constricted and my eyes ached, i belatedly realized that was the most terrifying prospect of all.
only thing worse than feeling alone is knowing that so many others feel alone... hope everyone out there is feeling loved.
Nat Lipstadt
Dear Lord:

I am confused.

My life is Damocles,
My name is unimportant,
My sword's thread stretched
thinner than thin,
barely a 10 word poem
slender wide.

This body's homeland,
this deluded tired,
where my physic resides,
is indeed nominated accurately:


Yet I am not alone,
though cut off in ways,
few can comprehend.


withdrawn but not by choice,
the loveliness of life
escapes and
eluded and yet,
I still believe...

a disciplined disciple,
my faith constant,
in this,
your awful trials and failed tests,
to me, success eludes,
and life deludes.

tested beyond exhaustion,
you let me sojourn for a few brief, precious,
every-days in a multi-windowed world
where the entry fee is simply
the freedom of words
but well defined,
in perfect clarity.

Rest and restlessness no longer debate.

defeated has departed for more hospitable climes.

has won,
I rail not, swearing faith,
debate not your choices for us,
long ago,
surrendered that incomprehensible struggle.

Here I am
still here,
worn but standing in
your verbal grace.

One comfort
and it helps me
and for that,
I bear the knowledge and the burden of what ails all humans,
and what can bring them comfort unceasing..

Gifts so small  
that that some
single lettered,
make up a whole

here is me,


bowed, boxed, bowled over
and still bowing,
on so many days
in so many ways,
and in those the few hours
when the mind refuses
the opportunity to sleep,
hope tries to keep itself seeded

for here is  found,


where sonnets bloom,
where one can draw welled fresh water comfort
from the words of poetry
with which you surround us,
letting me be reborn in hope ever so small,
daily, like you

The misbalance of life,
where the justice scales
seem weighted all wrong,
for in the glory of human word
is a world real and imaginary,
this poetry, this art,
so weighty this god gift to humans,
in its beauteous weightlessness,
gives me shelter so brief,
gives me shelter so grand,
that though my greatest burdens accursed,
so much suffering surrounded-sounded,

these shared words
and the ones
you gift me,
makes all these woeful waves
tamed and becalmed,
the scales of tribulation lose

Through these words,
breathe through them,
once again,
rest and strength,
restored and returned
in ever small lettered says
and your incomprehensible
in humans,
thus stored for shared safekeeping,
is mine to share and shared.

So many the mysteries,
but this above all I cannot comprehend,
how can so many not see,
how so many abuse
so carelessly,
that greatest gift
after life itself,
the restorative words
so plentiful,
you have planted
within the earth of our
human existence.
for our fellow poet, Timothy, so long overdue this, my guilt finally expiated...ten times better than the best, he...my obligations won't let me leave as fast as I want to...

Mind like an ocean
Thoughts constantly sinking deep
Swishing, swirling, gone
So there.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMVI)

Yes, fire.  We plunked down on the fur rug thence
Afore her fireplace, and I in betrayl
Neglected to erm, lose me on its hale
And licking flames, e'en that romance' pretense
Was blind to--wherefore? Sandwiched for intents
Twixt two guy friends, I was too dull t'avail
Me even there, yea lost myself in pale
'Scuse in auld lines to Nigel, like's good sense.
Now Sunday watches diesel trucks roar fer
Sweet hours through lonesome country roads 'neath blue
Skies nary cloud is but a ghost in, poor
As saying.  I told a friend I'm as a melon you
Cleaned out, sans Mum, and what as twere
Is left?  LORD, give me Thy fruit.  And kids too?

*bangs table like a kiddo:  I want marriage and to have babies!* funny how that hits a brick wall and I must look like some danged bulldog at this rate.
I wash away a scarlet-forged smile
Regurgitate bitter lies I once swallowed
Facing a fragmented reality
Like a masochist in pain-laden wallows

I crawl underneath the collarbone
Of self-induced isolation
Burrow myself in the cold, wool blanket
That once covered cracks in my foundation

I hide from a counterfeit world
In this place of solitary screams
Through the dark I’m haunted by
The golden dimples of tortuous dreams

I mourn the loss of a naïve wish
Of something that never belonged to me
But dangled in my face in bleeding-temptation
For my desperate, hungering eyes to see

I rise for another mundane sun
Remove my camouflaged cloak of grey
Paint my lips happy scarlet
& proceed through another bull-shit day
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