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once before my hands they did touch you......and at that time my love for you was as high as the birds flew
as time goes by things they no longer change ....the way i feel for you or the way that my eyes they see you......and these words that come from my lips are true
i will tell you this once more and may you listen and hear my words crystal clear
my feelings for you shall never change....even if your heart is out of my range forever my heart and soul shall belong to you....for this life and the next this much is and shall always be true
#i shall always believe
Bobby Copeland
It's too fine, with the break in the weather,
This strange humility that's found
Me wanting,  still not knowing where
My mind has been,  or what surrounds
The afternoon, its slow despair
Confounding every effort made
To make amends or clear the air,
In which we each pass too afraid
To use it in the evening damp
When less self-conscious animals
Avoid the halo from the lamp
And touch the night with mating calls.
I'd barter souls,  of heaven blest,
To offer you the morning's crest.
It'll speak to you when you wake
Thus I wallow long in bed
Till I hear and duly feed
Then I'll rise and eat the cake

It'll speak to you when you wake
Even at times before bed
Then you're waiting as dawn peeks
To run with no time for cake

It'll speak to you when you wake
But ignore it before bed
In nightmares it'll haunt your sleep
Till you walk and forgo cake

It'll speak to you when you wake
Why study when time for bed
Books are weary but sleep's sweet
Thus you'll eat and keep the cake

It'll speak to you when you wake
If not you'll despise your bed
To roam and ceaselessly seek
For real food and not the cake
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)
Grandfather fell on his merry old crown
phone in his pocket all merry-go-round
a photo-snap captured surprisingly, found
recorded a nose, head and a frown

Jorge Echevarria
Can't get your flowers with no ambition
Stay watered, make good decisions
Hard to grow if your dream's in the dark
That keep on wilting
You pay them no mind
To bring you peace
With your dreams rooted in some shade
Turn your escape into an escapade
Never give up on a rain delay
Don't let it sway
The progress you make today
There's a reason it's called a process
These things take time and steps
And what happens next
Ain't set in stone
But even flowers grow
From beneath your feet
Through the cracks of the toughest concrete
So if you feel the heat like a soufflé
Ambition turns your world into a bouquet
Shane Lee
Happy...Birthday [action:{wave, smile}]

Compound fractures [computing:{ouch}; action:{wince, bend, cry}][inserting:{age: three, thirteen, fifty-two, eighty-seven, twenty-nine}; answer:{ageless}]

Acknowledgement [time:{late}; action:{apology needed}] [actionif:{apologyaccepted:{smile}; apologydenied:{frown}}] [computingimpact:{a well wished happy birthday}]

Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday !!
Of you
Of your voice
Of your lies
Of your fake smile
Of your fake love
And when I see you with her
After you called to say your flight was late
I know I’m tired
Of my love for you
I am but
one star
in the
that you
I am but
a rain's
it is
the ocean
that you
need to
swim in.
upon me.
and jump
within me.
I long
to be
for thee.

written by me... ..
I feel selfish for feeling this right now
ungrateful even

I wanted to yell at him
I’m destroying myself please
stop me, please, stop me so I can love myself
please, you can stop me, I won’t destroy myself to pieces, I’ll do all the work just please
stop me

what happened to making sure I was fed
what happened to making sure I had structure
why was it all talk
what happened to making sure I was protected
what happened to making sure I was healthy
what happened to that!

what happened to protecting me from me
what happened to giving me routine and
structure and helping me explore and grow and

I need a push I need a green light sometimes
okay I need it sometimes
sometimes people just need someone else
and that’s just me okay

I’m not ungrateful okay
a m a n d a
you don’t even know about
this constant stream of light
this dancing gleaming undercurrent

you don’t even know
i am a lioness
an empress
Rama Krsna
the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
for the exorbitant price of one

at the chasm
of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains
as life’s sole friend

the memories of love
belong to time
and this aging body
to the five elements.

© 2019
When I look at you,
I don’t see darkness
I don’t see rain
I don’t see pain

When I speak to you,
I don’t feel sadness
I don’t feel neglect
You always show respect

When I think of you,
It gives me strength
Because you’re so bright
My brightest light

When I dream of you,
I find myself in your arms
Right where I belong
Right where I feel strong

When I fell in love with you,
I knew it was true
Because you drowned my sorrows
And now I can see tomorrow
The ideas turned to war because war gave them life
The war was a war because both sides were right
They fought for their honor and argued for pride
But pride turned to molehills because both sides had died
we started from
hi and hello
but we never
ended up
good bye

we just left
or one of us
A candy corner filled with treats
All eating and all laughing
As I came closer in delight
Of all the sweets I can get
An old woman reached down
To get the box of treats she fed
But came back up as a witch
With grey strikes on her hair
A gloomy wrinkly face
And darkness cursed in the air
She took what was in her hand
And instantly she stabbed
As I woke up with my hip in pain
This nightmare has left me faint
You are the light of my life
My morning sun and my evening moon
I want to reach you and stay by your side
Too bad you’re just “not in the mood”
Too bad “you have better things to do”
Because the only thing I do
is think of you

I dream
of you thinking about me too
Sometimes we want to be cared about by the wrong person
I blame you.
For the dreams that died.
For the love that i will never have.
For the smile that you took from me.
I wanted to fly far away but you
Burnt my wings keeping me
In the cold darkness.
I blame you for killing me.
I like to take a negative feeling and turn it
Into something good.
We should allow people room to grow and breathe support someone in there dreams
#blame #dreams #darkness #killing
Kayla Gallant
The wispy willow tree sways
The wind is it’s master
Wherever the wind goes the willow shall follow
Sometimes the wind is a little too harsh
Causing the willows frail branches to snap
Sometimes the wind is soft and tender
Causing the willows leaves to swoon and sway
There is telling how the wind may behave
The willow braces it’s roots deep in the soil
It must stay where it was planted
The wind will have its way
The willow has no say
near the foothills
we breast the wind
in the heights
we waver, swinging
us loose limbs
that gilded age
far past fleeting
going backwards
to bring back
what has been in retreating
and yet
it is only the mistakes of the past
we are repeating
the night my life changed
i was wearing
a white dress
with blue and red

and you were wearing
well, actually
it doesn't

the night my life changed
it was dark
and you were drunk
and somehow
it was my fault
this is not my story, but it needs to be heard.
i'm losing friends like i'm losing sleep
apologies don't work, and neither do sheep
don't go, because i want you to stay
but don't lie to me, you're leaving someday
Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?
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.
Jon York
Sometimes at night I can taste her
on my lips. Passion; strong coffee
and warm, soft kisses.

It fades quickly, like the lingering
of a delicate perfume in an  empty
room and I  miss it  when  it  goes,
but  I'm  just too tired  to  chase  it.

So elusive she is, so lovely, but the
quiet  madness of it  all leaves  me

Enter  each  day expecting  that the
happenings of the day may contain
a clandestine message addressed to
you personally.
                                                                                          Jon York   2022
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.
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
I come
To you today
With yet another scheme
For a wild, foolish adventure.
Copyright 2018 Benjamin Daniel Lukey.

"Partners in Crime" was first published in volume 2, issue 8 of Gathering Storm Magazine.
Alaska Young
Why do you push people away?

"I want them to be happy."
We don’t see the carrots to be cut,
We see the sharp knife that could cut us.

We don’t see the bridge,
We see the other side of the railings.

We don’t see painkillers,
We see medication we could drown ourselves in.

We don’t see the train,
We see the tracks we could lay on.

We don’t see the nice view,
We see the cliff's edge we could jump off.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Giving shouldn't
be about receiving
it a about a selfless
heart .
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.
Masha Yurkevich
you can't
paint over me.
My mistakes,
my life, it's whom
I want to be.
So go
take your
and your paint, too,
because I love my every
stain, and I'll keep every
color; red, green,
or blue.

By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.

I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.
Still believe in Fairy Tales
Dreams coming true with hard work and a little luck
Happy Endings
Old cartoons and new
Honesty, Truth, and Respect
Caring, Friendship, and Sharing
The Magic, My Dear is when I awake to your blue eyes

suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
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