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Veda Laurenski
Little by little your tiny hands
And soft cheeks, you're so close to me
Unravel into each other

Remembering the every day magic
Ernest and shy.
Nervous and happy.


Lovely alone time with you.
At last a moment together
You and a view, take me now.

Kisses so soft and gentle
Under the sun setting sky
Nearly sixty thousand people cheered for us
Pilar Orozco
Just say you need me
Chris Saitta
The slavehand burns the leaves though the bodies of soldiers
Lie at heaven’s impasse in the trees of dying looks, barring them
From peaceful death, the sad emulsified perch of love and heat,
Hung at noon like John Brown untended, bearded of sticky summer,
Heavy-headed swinging noon and the smell of honeysuckle blood,
Fetid day like the coming dirt of graves, the clinging air of disease,
Snake-winding down from the trees with no pleasure of the bitten apple.
Evan Stephens
The night is filling up
with white wine and
other people's laughter,
but you are asleep,
Can you hear the sea,
from your corner
windows, lapping
the stonework until
it's faceless?
Can you catch
that brief scent
of snow, before
the clouds dive?

No matter if you can't.
I send this
to tell you
what you are -
a flash of truth.
Elsie Plum
I see my creation before me
With blurry vision my
biology has built to
complete My vessel
I am Elsie
but we share one thing
in common
Which is the underlying foundation
of what makes Us alive
12:35 pm
Ali J
tell me,
what is it about the
unknown that leaves
my mind unsatisfied?

If the camellia
only blooms in the
bitter frost,

why must others wilt?
when the rain lands on
the little girl’s raincoat,
why does it form droplets?

when she sits in class,
alabaster skin with the face
of a doll
can I not

Softly she speaks
with confidence
and poise.
her words trap me
in a prism:
a confined cage
of intoxication
and mysticism

She’s stuck
in the modern times
trapped in the 60s.

Help me,
all I ask
is to seek answers
about the ambiguity
of her
as she extends far beyond the field
of vision,
to no longer remain
a mystery.
Michaela Ferris
Hiding behind fake facades
of forced smiles and laughter.
Lying through gritted teeth
that I have not lay harm to myself once more,
whilst the sting from my skin is only just bearable.

Being alone is the scariest time
as I feel like there is no where to go
but down a swirling rabbit hole of never being enough.
I try and catch myself before its too late
but I have yet taken to hurting myself once more.

Shaking uncontrollably,
trying not to crack
and cry the tears that threaten to spill.
If only the words for help would fall so easily,
maybe I would no longer suffer in desolate silence.
Your smile makes my mind go wild.
I got into a relationship AND SHE IS SO ******* PRETTY *** SOMEBODY HELP ME
Maybe I hurt myself...

To keep myself from hurting you...

With the thoughts begging to become actions...
It's been a rough week
I've dated the bad boy

And I've loved the saint

One ruined my kindness

The other ruined with kindness

Now I can't tell the difference

Between the hero and the villian
Johnny walker
There are two wedding rings on my finger that
of own and the other
one belonged to my
wife Helen and I'm
proud to wear
Helen's ring on
finger and
It stays there till Helen
and I meet up again In
the next life where I can
place her ring back
on her finger to
were It
There is sunlight in your eyes
and it is a place
I wish I could
escape to.
It is warm
and I am cold.

There is sunlight in your eyes
and I know
it does not
live in mine.
This cave I hide in
does not have room
for you.

There is sunlight in your eyes,
in the world
I used to be in.
Nothing grows here
but weeds
and a grey sad.
My hands are covered with it.

There is sunlight in your eyes.
You are alive.
I don’t know what that feels like.
Allie Pine
And then everything ceases
And it’s silent
And my ears bleed
And my soul dies
Because the voices scream
Louder than the sky whispering
The date I sold my soul
To the Devil
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
sometimes I feel sorry for those who aren’t a little bit touched by
madness wondering if they have even experienced half
the layers of the soul
Satsih Verma
Leave me by me.
I was an onlooker in
wilderness of knees.

Primal truth is dead
I search peacemakers
of nowheres in vain.

Watch my loneliness.
A bronze elephant stands
still in dream traffic.
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
i feel like i’m NOTHING.

i come for attention,

attention seeker if you will,

but i don’t even get attention at home
**** valentine’s day i’ll ******* **** myself
caol haydn
standing under snow squall
through the clouds slow
a gray machine
I hope that one day you will realize that I too bleed when I am cut. I am flesh and blood as much as you are. Maybe then, you will cut me a little slack and allow me to be human too.
She smiles like the sun
warming and bright
She laughs like the ocean breeze
clear and refreshing
She speaks like the clouds
airy and light
He smiles like the moon
rarely and slightly
He laughs like the night air
cooling and crisp
He speaks like the stars
golden and distinguished
She was day
but she couldn't resist falling in love with the night.

I don't know how to explain what I feel, hopefully someone understands
Kelly McManus
After your daily
mind meld its tough to reach you
with any logic

                                  Kelly McManus
melting passion
fleeting transcendence
differences of opinions and beliefs
temporary restraint from verbal communication to sense perceived enchantment
cycles of disillusionment follow
willingly wanting to dance in the fog of ignorance
puppet strings
the perfect image to capture
patty m
Cupped hand on chin watching
people having a good time on Lennox avenue.
Have you ever read a Cummings poem then read it again
and watch the content change from innocent to perverse?

In the clubs conversation swirls much like that,
flat intonation minus punctuation, do they flirt or flip you off?

In my room backlit by a bare bulb
the numbness in my arms and mind escalates;
poetry is sometimes a gift filled with healing power,
at other times its abandonment feels like a curse.  
Vague face in the mist, my sometimes talent
turns on me leaving me forsaken..  
Chasing words is like trying to catch the tail of a comet,
the symbols manifest in strange tattoos
while the alignment looks totally alien.
The hour is late and my eyes burn with exhaustion
yet I won't submit to the shadowy being
who snidely smiles and sprinkles sand.
kailee cardinal
I'VE been crying

JUST quit hurting

TRIED to live on

TO you

FORGET the hurt

i've just tried to forget
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
Radhika Krishna
it's quiet
the fridge is humming
the tap is dripping
the clock is ticking
my heart is beating
all this noise and yet it's quiet
i look up at the moon
wondering if you're seeing the same
or if you're seeing the sun
but one day
we will see the same
one day
we will be under the same roof
in the same bed
as lovers
who use to see different
i felt embarrassed writing this.
New Genesis
I think we’re all damaged.
Shreya Ghosh
I love you
Doesn't mean I love you

It means your eyes
Are deep enough
For me to dive in
And trust the waters
To keep my secrets

It means your lips
Are never harsh upon me
And they make me happy
Every single time they open

It means your hands
Are with you always
Except when I call them
To hug me and leave traces on me

It means your ears
Never get tired of
What my lips convey
And never will , they respond

It means your heart
Has touched my heart
And they'll never get apart
Like they are in a hug for eternity

It means you are special
It means you are mine
So I can be possessive
And you'll say nothing
I can be jealous too
And you'll never see
My hand leave yours
Or our hearts leave the hug

You are mine
And you will remain mine
It’s beautiful,
That humans aren’t perfect.

That we're all completely flawed,
And full of mistakes.

We’re all imperfect,
And it’s a beautiful sight to behold.
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
I find beauty in dark places
Love in mysterious ways
Comfort in unbelievable happenings
I'm not weird
I just pay attention to things others neglect.
Life isn't worth living if it's viewed in one perspective
Ugo Victor
Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?
Frankie J
Am jazzed by the harvest moon.
That huge presence makes alien Earth's sky
while its brightness confuses the night.
They owed you one so they paid your way
When the moment came.
You were wandering the streets, lying,
Rising from the setting sun
And emptying wallets ringworm grey.
Stopping on the road
To stare with an industrial gaze,
Wondering what she would say.
Even when the rain clouds the sky,
And it stretches far beyond, a dark pale gloom
When even a single ray of light can't shine through,
You learn to bear the pain and grind your teeth
You laugh it off, and hope the day won't repeat
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