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You meet the right people
At the wrong times.

That thing could’ve worked
If it was a bit later,
Or maybe a bit sooner.

We would’ve worked
If it was at a different time
In a different place.
With different people

We could’ve lasted.

You were the right person
At the wrong time.
We sit here waiting for the technology of the future
We write about flying cars and time travel

We create paradoxes in our heads,
as we dream of paradoxes beyond us

We learn about the past and worry about the future
We think we know what's coming and we think we're in control.

I wonder if they sat around waiting for Da Vinci,
in a pre Mona Lisa world
Katherine Brooks
I stand and wait for you
Patient as always.

But more desire
This essence, my friend.

I will stay true, even if it's not to you.
doubt, how long is too long; can we make it, a valid question
When our lives became entangled I was so naive
I still believed in the universe and the people inside it
Wanting to trust in the inherent good of human life
I tore down my walls for you so easily

For years afterwards I stayed wishing that our paths had never crossed
That the stars would never have aligned
But now I’ve learned to treasure all the lies you’ve ever told me
Because they led to me realizing the larger truths

And all the pain and misery I’ve suffered at your hands
Yeah it can’t touch me anymore
And the way you used to play me is nothing but a bitter memory
A reminder of all the fear I fought through just to survive

I’ve grown through all the hurt
Pushed through the hard earth and bloomed
You wouldn’t know me if you saw me now
I’m too sweet for your reality
I write the same thing over n over :/
Justyn Huang
It's always beautiful
as usual
waking up to you
in the morning.

Closed eyes, tucked in
looking for you
as fresh rays
break day, and we
toss and we turn
feeling limb by limb

Leaning over to kiss
you awake
coming to know
first light
by your smile
Another sweet nothing - for a girl haha
his light brown hair offered kindness
his wide eyes were a safe place

his mid summer tan gave warmth
and his smile created happiness
to bad it was all a waste of time
It makes you cry and leaves you sad
But you like the salt and you love the mad
how do you get through
the days that are
all tears and tissues?
—the days
of running mascara
and stuffy noses
song of the day: “all we do” by oh wonder
Benjamin Fox
Many men have jet skis, guns, boats and football teams.
I've tried these things.

I have words.
Deeper isn’t deep enough
No effort is good enough
No bad thing is bad enough
To ever make it stop
I fell
Mind first
Into the churning water

I saw
My darkest dreams
And my sweetest nightmares
Look for yourself in the ocean waves. It is both horrifying and beautiful at the same time.
She loved and valued others
as exactly as they are.
Then proudly watched them as they changed to the truest and best versions of themselves.
You are everything.

I had a dream the other night, a rare one where I didn’t see you
Yet I woke up and could still sense
The lingering comfort of your presence
I think
My dreams are made of you too.
I love you
opening your arms
a venus fly trap
engulfing me with your
partiality and tiredness
we speak the
same language
when we're sleeping
we fall into the same
dark place and find

a compilation of
attachment styles
i want you
despite what the
experts say
changing signs at night
obscure traffic patterns
and pillow talk
i worry because
i can't piece you together
the best dream
discombobulated fragments
of woman
you loved me
the way a 19
year old needed to be loved
in the middle of self doubt
and ***-**** p.a.
a piece of work. i need work. and you're working with me.
don't always look at
yesterday's lenses-
your view
and leave the window open
so that your head
can feel
the breeze...
It’s impossible to have that friendship with someone,that I shared with you.

I hope at least in your heart you think of me as your friend,still.
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
Saudia R
Will the fog clear today

Like clockwork
and my eyes open

the same blurry thought makes its way to the surface

will it be today

will the dull dissipate
the confusion clear

this edge of uncertainty
uncertain about possibilities
that might not be possible

this worry

I cannot explain it but my father says I
worry too much

Too much or too little

Too much
too much
too much

dense whispers
in the light of the shadow

but what exactly to see

Will the fog clear today
I’ve loved you in ways that I have never been loved
I loved you for reasons that you will never know
I’ve loved you for longer than you’ve known and for far longer than you’ve deserved
It’s my fault for loving you too much
I knew you weren’t capable of accepting what I had to give
But you didn’t have to make me feel stupid
I can’t count the times you’ve brought tears to my eyes or have made me cry
You’ve hurt my feelings so many times and I just want to know why
If I could go back in time I’d try to be perfect for you just so you didn't make me feel so stupid
I gave you so many chances to change and you just made me look stupid
And now I have tears in my eyes and you’ve made me cry
I don't know why you had to make me look so stupid
Kolour Fabriken
you will be alone today
like you were alone yesterday
tomorrow, too
Love me
naked beyond
flesh or bone,

trace your
fairytale dreams
to memory upon
my lips,

runaway your
passion and lust
across my eyes,

and never
let the sun
run to retire.

and deep inside
our eyes
we will define
our destiny,

and we you
will never
let each other go.

and as all
of your love
falls out
of time..

nothing will
be left
but you and I.

so let me
be your

and never
be satisfied
with less.

to be young
to die old
inside  your
angel eyes

and sing.
i try to make it look like i'm okay but i'm lying
and no one sees through the smile and sees that i'm crying
i keep pretending that things are fine
i can't keep walking this line

why can't you see i'm broken
#broken #line #lying #cry #smile
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
You're not mine to keep
But that won't stop me from loving you
So I'll keep on loving you
From a distance
Watching you
From afar
And hoping
For the best that you'll do
In life
And your future
I love you
A short story
exposed bones

Poetry in motion
skeletal songs
Julia Supernault
I really wish I wouldn’t dream of you,
Especially when it’s you telling me how much you’ve missed me
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!
Explanation 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
I love you all!!
The Lenora
These actions
These mirrors I am stepping into
I don't want to enter

But all that I was is gone
And all I can do
Is move forward
Even if what's ahead
Is the great unknown
Of Darkness
written 19 October 2019.

by The Lenora.

All rights reserved.
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
In the boudoir of satan's play pen
Chain-smoking her pretty lies
You learn the art
In your veins
In your heart
You can not refrain, dancing with sins
Touching her slowly
Oh the pain, you can not contain
Out of reach, you weep
This is your defeat
Beauty of autumn
   As I watch the sunset fades
    Yellow, mellow, gold
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
You're an animal in bed.
By that I mean,
You devoured me
And then left the bones,
Like my body was scraps
For the starving.
Andres Martinez
Under my breath
Behind the grin
Distracted by a laugh
A tear on my cheek
The irony of asking your final words
No one ever knows the right thing to say.
Hopefully you remember that while marking a grave.
Most people go to sleep each night
So they can wake up every morning
And live
I wake up each morning
So I can grow tired every night
And sleep
last rainy night
your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
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