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He's a fire
A burning flame of passion
But I'm a rock
I'm sorry, but I'll never catch
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
Is off-brand raisin bran
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
Sparkle in Wisdom
Do I have a tongue,
Can I speak too?
In this strange world,
Am I a human too?

Do I have a heart,
Can I live too?
In this strange land,
Am I alive too?

In the midst of Oblivion,
I search my visions,
I once used to dream,
As a young teenager,
In Sea of Paro s
I try to remember,
The faces of people
I had once lived with
Father, mother, brother
Of all those people
I had once called family.

I came here as girl,
I am shared in the family,
I born plenty children,
I am sold and re-sold
In and around
To any men who
Can afford to buy,
I am kept but
Seldom married,
Each street have
it's own paro,
They all have
But the same story.

After some years
I cease to exist,
For the people
Who bought me
I am an old cattle
Who no longer
give them pleasure,
I am now a burden
A liability soon
To be shedded..

They don't throw
me though,
They leave me alone
In a small room,
I have become a mother
Of a girl or two
I have new family
But no identity
fits me ever,
When I come here
I became a Paro,
When my times up
I die a Paro!!

Paro is short for
Pardesi, a foreigner,
I am the girl
Bought for men
From another land
Into there land,
To born son's
For there motherland.

This is ordeal of
A soul that once lived,
Now it's just a body
With no role,
No fiction this
It's a real story
A reality of some
Distant land !!

That land for you
Is so very strange
Where eight young man
**** a pregnant goat!
And the strangest
thing is they
go away and
Roam scot free..!!

Soon the elders in the village
Will have a big meet,
They will give compensation
To the owner of the goat,
And free from the sin
There precious young boys
The martyred goat
Will also have new name,
And so it will soon
Be christened to
A new species of
a first of it's kind
A Welcome from
an animal world!!

And so I ask again
Do I really exist?
What form of life
Do I have here?
In this strange land
Are they human too??
Does even a little atleast
A thing called
Humanity exist???

Sparkle in Wisdom.
Ryan O'Leary
Worlds End is the Asp hole
of London Sadie, just along
the way from Loan Square,
past Beau Champ Place and
Peter's, where Shylock lives.
We fall in love with a person, because of the little things they do. Why can't we love ourselves for the little things we do?

i wonder what color
our union is, what
would suit us best

we'd probably argue over
it, in that joking way
we had before -

but i'd take your wrists
and hold them above
your head:

          our color is

because we change
with the wind

and everything about us
defies a
one-color existence
dec 1
Lady K Milla
I take a sip of my coffee, 3 creamers, no sugar. I tend to leave room for the sweetness of my morning. I look up and lock eyes with someone gorgeous with glazed eyes and all they do is smile as they look at me like a donut for a while.
Kate Copeland
Nostalgia my biggest weakness
Melancholy my biggest strength
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
A woman with great wisdom and truth
touches the burning sun with ease
as she promised to make an oath
to never shed in tears
A woman with a gentle soul
but with heart of steel
takes the hero's role
and follows her dreams
A woman who owns the knowledge key
stands in front of the mirror
wanting to be the woman she sees
Gale L Mccoy
the word repeats
raw raw raw
the word describes
overwhelm - truth - vulnerability
raw meat
is what lays inside flesh
raw as is my poetry
meat picked off my bones
for consumption
it tastes different
as everyone seasons it
cooks it
prepares it
and i serve it raw
Hannah Faith
It’s no wonder the great artists
rendered you in so many forms
in stone or paint
You could be no more beautiful

Dark lines and a wicked bough
dancing merry eyes
You are everything
Meredith Ann
Lately I've found mysef
all but begging for help
but no one is noticing.
At first I think
I'm not that bad
but then I realize
that I can't think of a time
that I've searched for foundation
as desperately as now.
There must be a big storm coming.
I know you would have seen me.
I'll see what I can make
out of the leftovers I have.
Although, it's never too long
until the milk turns bad,

until a love turns sour
in an online second;
since, an online minute
wastes a real-life hour.

But in a snap-shot moment,
I can find life for weeks
on my stash of sugar truths,
until I forget to eat;

forget to breathe;
'til I don't even need to sleep
because the lovehearts on my photos
sing such soft melodies.

And despite the fact
that often I can't sit at ease,
somehow this perfect madness
always tastes so bittersweet.
a poem about the addictive nature of social media
what is love
I tear my heart out
and put it in your small hands

then new people come
i grow a new heart, smaller
tear it to more pieces
and give them all away

when i come back from a trip
i take the longest deepest sleep
and wake up with a new heart
then when i go out to eat things i want
this heart, pumps my blood, directs my eyes
tells me what to feel

if i ever have many hearts at once
i don’t need to shred any of them
still, i just give them all to you
wonder what you would do with so many intact, throbbing red hearts
while i wait
for a new batch in me to grow
does anyone live without love ?
Yea I totally support you
In this relationship created out of spite
Have fun while it lasts
All she wants from you is nothing good
But what do I know?
Why should I care?
Have fun...
Mad Hatter
Pagbangon ko sa kama
Ikaw ay nawala na
Nangibang-bansa na nga
Upang doo'y kumita
Mabuhay ang mga Makabagong Bayani! Isang pagpupugay para sa mga Overseas Filipino Workers!
Johnny walker
Days of late I've learned to forget of reality or lies that newspapers tell news I never see use the Internet to check If there's anything
I need to
Other than that I'm blind to what going on any more and surprise surprise I'm not bothered at all for I now live within the very poetry the words I write far removed from
I'm truly happy where I don't miss the real world I've found where real love lives within that of poetry
It's my own place from the harsh realities of life can't touch
I'm untouchable from the evils of this deteriorating world being destroyed by It very Inhabitants but I'm safe I live the world of poetry writing where freedom really
I've arrived at the point In my life to where I want to be and this Is what Its going to be poetry all the way from now on
Found at last arrived at the point In my life I truly want to be that of the world of poetry
Oskar Erikson
Or play a nostalgic tune.

All available stations are wired into this Earth
and radio frequencies flutter above the clouds
meeting only briefly in this heart.
(dont switch me off, i miss you listening to me)
(you never let me tell you how much i need you)
There's a hole in my heart

A void in my mind

A deep desire for nothing but want

A need for something like fun

Adventure and thrills

Seekers and pills

Falling into a blackness

So dark I'm turning blue

Such stark it's only true

Helpless and innocent

Forgiving and iridescent

I bond with strangers

Act bold, I'm not the tamest

I am stuck, so stuck

I don't know how to get out of here

This place, this room, this hide

This mask, this facade,

This glass, this wall, this broken bridge

It is all burning up into flames

Watch it, sink

Down it goes deep into

Black Waters

- soulwriterj
Written in a state of fragility and lostness.
IG: @soulwriterj
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.
I fell into the arms of the night
Hugging the shadow of her silhouette
She pulled me in
And swallowed my eyes

Her fingernails
Traced my lips
As she took a bite

And I caressed her darkness
Without the need for light

Over curves and starkness
My hands were sight

Then she stood tall in the sky
Thick and wide

And as she laid over my body
She cloaked our delight

We played in sweat and Fahrenheit

And as she pitched black
She arched her back and began midnight

A few more hours
The sun came bright

       Then she disappeared
       And spit out my eyes
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
Water ripples
to the stones I throw
and then they sink into the waters of my sadness.

I have almost
in those waters.

So then why do I keep skipping stones?
Here is a lil short poem I wrote
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
Jolan Lade
Thank you, February
You are the slight cold before spring
Just temporary
Foggy air silently flowing under a wing
Of the following months, you are a real legionary

Thank you, February
You are the soft entry into the year
For a soft assent, you are tributary
You are the air, the feeling, and the cold frontier
With you as the dignitary, we have nothing to fear
I try to remain very attentive for every moment I spend with her
I want to blink each time she smiles and keep a photography of it in my mind
Will my fingers miss the touch of her hair when I'm gone?
She controls her laughter,
lets it slip from the edge of her mouth,
the corners of her lips lift ever so slightly,
then, she makes a sound,
seamlessly, her fingers graze my thighs,
smoothly, her eyes meet mine,
and in her eyes, I see my reflection—
aflame, abashed, and fiery,

She is the answer I’ve scoured the world for,
and yet, she, herself, remains a mystery,

Ah, I see,
She controls her laughter
as easily as she controls me.
I have a crush on death
cuz everyone loves to day they have a mentally ill friend
until we actually have symptoms they don't understand
its like
ohh you're sad all the time you poor thing
wow you're so paranoid and believe irrational things
well now you're just being difficult
The stories of girls getting a prince to sweep them off their feet
was all I needed to search for him
asking the boys if
they were my one and only
Until, one day I got a yes
, but he wasn't the one *
And as the years went by I gave up hope
Until, the princess walked up to me
her frilly golden curls
and sea blue eyes
sang songs of true love
she swiped the floor from under me
and came in for a kiss.
Now joined by the heart
After the royal wedding.
sometimes i call hello into the darkness
just to prove to myself that no one is there

sometimes people reply
my vocabulary is not small
nor my imagination weak
but every time you seem to call
I find no words to speak
Tank tops and flip flops
Lounge chairs and boat docks
Swimsuits and tanlines
I need my sunshine!
Pretty daze
Of the sunshine’s rays,
Through the wait of winter
My sunny daze
That takes me to
My happy place.
Everyone needs to feel like they have secrets.
I loved you.
That’s my secret.
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.
Path Humble
the count starts now (tired of tired)

I read your outcry at 3:00am
posted on Facebook

you are
tired of tired
sick of sick
the only question, will it ever end...

rise this day,  start another way...

count your blessing
count against all odds
for there are more than merely one

use both hands
both hands chested to feel the heart thrusting,
for living is a wondrous blessing unique
an unbelievable to believe than so many beats,
born and borne,
by you, a strength unequaled,
you a richness possessed

count that one first.
count my hands holding your shoulders.
count that as two, one for me, one for you.

more? more.  

mirror.  find the tiny light in each eye against a yellow backdrop.

add two more. for they are a sparking confidence of confirming.

you felt the heart thrumming
go back, feel the breathing warmth breaching forth.
add another. for now known you can never ever be cold.

wash the face, wash away the caution that sleep leaves,
the coverlet of fear that fears you not to dare,
amazing that tap water plain is sacred when it
miracle breaks you out and anoints thy forehead with pure oil like the kings of yore, be a kingly human being.

go out. do not return
until one act of kind is performed and
count that as a thousand blessed, a sum recurring recounted

walk humble and the path will always appear.
walk contented for you can be both king and servant,
there is no difference - you must be both to be the other

and if you still cannot raise the head,
call me.
that would be a blessing for me
and I will hear your blessings sounds mine merge,
dear friend and no more stranger,
that is the simplest definition of our learning to count to
4:00am I read your cry on facebook
Dennis Willis
I admit
my inner brain

is very clear
on this

Rex likes

And seizes
my consciousness

like a newly minted fed
seizes an Escalade

wafting clouds
of coke

when one rounds
into sight


And I am barbaric

The man no woman


Blood draws down

Into the past
of have no words




have worth

Says the DNA
spending you

to see
in time

to save


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
wake up wanting to cut your ear off. the moons the only thing laughing at you for not being able to sleep. you're reminded of the eyes you've fell for. sway with them for a bit. drink red paint to ease the pain. cut it off. give it to some girl you just met. playing only the white notes on a piano. drink more paint. cut off the nose this time. give it some other girl you just met. read Tolstoy. to ease the pain.
Dennis Willis
Things get out
'at shouldn't

izzat a melting inkyness
rubbing its catness

on your
put together

put on
we know

what's melting
on the sofa

finger fast
nightless time

searches me
for day's devil

I have it here
with me now

I'll run right

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
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