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William J Donovan
Going mad in complete silence
is easy, military drums snap
rat a tat tat, the bugle plays Taps
A million soldiers march
silent past me to their graves
while my son is buried alive.
Kelly McManus
Came to my senses
I'm free of their programing
to bad it's just me

                     Kelly McManus
Seán Mac Falls
Live slowly in youth
Precious time recedes with age
Plaintive as guitar
half full
almost empty
porcelain cracks
beautifully dripping
slowly in time
seconds away
still full
of emptiness...
12:30 (please)
12:30 (don't push me away like this)
12:31 (we're different)
12:31 (this trio won't split into two)
12:35 (please)
12:36 (don't leave me out of the loop like this)
12:36 (I'm lonely as it is)
12:41 (don't leave me like this)
12:41 (please)
12:42 (I love you, you're like my sisters)
trying to mix the idea of the online culture of ghosting and how lots of trios end up breaking apart.
Lacey Meadows
Earth. It rains around me,
And piles at my feet.
These feet. Weighed down,
Unable to move.
As if they are taking root,
And all I can do, is observe.
Is the sky falling? No..
That blue isn't the sky, it's her eyes.
Dust and debris, fill my lungs.
Walls of ground crush me, as I sink in the sand.
A second shovel appears,
And my fate is sealed.
A last glance into the blue, to find it gone.
To find you.
The two of you, hand in hand.
Looking down to the grave that lives.
No coffin of comfort, only rubble and rock.
Gagged by grime.
Silenced by soil.
Memories of my last breath,
As I drown in filth.
Buried alive. Lost forever.
My Dear Poet
I want to write poetry
like a confession that I’m bleeding
like blood that I’m crying
like a heart’s cry that I’m singing
like it’s a love song that I’m feeling
like it’s a feeling that I’m fighting
like it’s a fight I’m welcoming
like it’s a welcome I’m inviting
like it’s an invite I’m opening
like I’m open and amazing
I want to write amazing poetry
like I’m reading some famous poet
and that poet in me
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)
Stephen S
613 200 Hours
25 550 Days
13 Cars
11 Jobs
9 Dogs
6 Surgeries
5 Children
4 Grandchildren
3 Marriages
2 Siblings
1 Weary soul.
No regrets.
I don’t want to
Open my mouth
Because I’m still afraid
The truth might come out
And if it does
If it really breaks free
You’ll see what I am
You’ll see the true me
The one I hide
With jokes and lies
I’m a terrible person
All jokes aside
You don’t seem to know it
You don’t seem to see
Even a glimpse of that person
That I know to be me
I’m such a good actress
I hide it so well
Cover it with a laugh
And you’ll never tell
You see depth in my eyes
You see love and emotion
But what would you see
If I ever did open
I can’t bear to find out
I can’t bear to show
The me you don’t see
The me that I know
If I let it out
If I let it be
I know for a fact
That you would hate me.
neth jones
the sun seems to be          
          taking its time setting
does it wish to know          
          what we all get up to
in its absence ?
To finish your own life by hand,
May seem like the right thing to do.
But to free yourself from this land,
Is to imprison those that love you.
we can't go back
to where we were
but please know
that silence carries
happy memories and
wishful dreams
for a life i want to share ...
even when i say
nothing at all
Carry the burdens
Within my
the growth
My memory
of the pain
Will never be
The ****
that they dealt
since I realized
the life
I have !
the importance
of accepting the
Dissecting it
the importance
The blood
I was
made from
may be thicker than
been treated worse
from a stranger
than my own
i adore cold weather.
But not for the fires,
Or the warmth of another person.
I find something beautiful about it,
And maybe even a bit lonely.
It reminds me of bittersweet loss,
And finding the strength to move on.
This is a world
And it's not cold
It is warm and gentle

And I have so many friends
And I fell in love with Todd again
My family is nice and we all love

I am faithful and I love myself
I am a thankful optimist
And I have a drive everyday
A will to go through all of it

In my fake life
fantasy is better than reality
i dont feel any pain in my fantasies
i only feel happy and satisfied
reality is suffering
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.
Beckie Davies
There were people in every room
Inthe hallway
In the street
There was no where safe
No escape
No secret harbour
Eventually he found an alleyway
Wonderfully empty
Until he noticed the human canvas
Sitting crosslegged in the corner
That's the day he painted his first masterpiece
Thats the day that he met me
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
You are beautiful in every imaginable way.

It is not your outer appearance, I speak on.

If two people can love everything in themselves and each other

ideologies, intelligence, personalities and talents combined

resulting in your exisistence

You are unique and indispensable!

There is enough ugliness in the world of now.

Remember to be considerate and generous to one another.

Beauty does not have a face.

A loving heart, and compassionate mind.

All parts of myself, are grateful to be included in yours!
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Betthia Mae
I saw you
Through the screen
On that second
Why did I think
It was meant to be

Now read from bottom to top.
Shruti Atri
Why don't we have scars
For feeling too deeply?

No broken ribs
No punctured lungs
And yet, not an easy breath...


I want to blink out the stars
And let the blackness fall upon me

To forget this crippling despair
And breathe freely again...
For those who need a reminder: Mental health is important
I write because it literally saved my life ...

I found myself in a dark place where the light never seemed to exist
A place where I was convinced I couldn't escape from

I write because that's when I actually feel understood

Writing feels better than just hearing "I'm sorry ", "I wish I could help" or just getting that blank stare they give you when they are trying to care

I write because this is how I understood myself finally
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.
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
you know the phrase
"Like a breath of fresh air,"?
you're that.
To me, you are my childhood.
A reminder of a simpler time.
David Adamson
I met a woman
brutal in her mercy.

Her embrace was a clinch
to prevent hard blows.
She pulled me close to push me away.
Seeing my nakedness
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.
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
Dark Dream
wish I could share

with one or two

but that won’t do

would take a miracle

to explain
and refrain

From just letting it all break free

getting the block

Would you please?
tells me that I’m alive
Sunset reminds me
that I lived
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.
B E Cults
we are all digging graves
under some distant hazy

the sun never really truly sets.

so what is left to
interject with when
anyone says something
about suffering
having no
Mitch Prax
You can sit around
and hope that time
solves the puzzle,
or you can put
yourself back together.
between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.
© d.a.dens
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
Keith Strand
Your lips

I'm drunk
on your salt

That beautiful
beautiful taste

did you drink
right before we kissed?

some saccharine
yet salty brew?

Have I been sedated?

I feel like prey
right before a wolf

as I must be

for I know
my purpose is to serve.
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