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Mike Hauser
If wrong was right
Then I'd be right
Mostly every time

If do or die
Was the way to live
Then I'd be doing fine

If problems would
All disappear
Blink and they go missing

If answers came
In sheets of gold
I could not afford to listen

If what I said
And what I did
Were one and the same

Who am I
Trying to kid
It'll never go down that way

Because right is right
And wrong is wrong
Proudly on display

So get a clue
Not as I do
And certainly not as I say
there's the end to every word,
the end to a sentence,
the end of every story,
so it is now,
the end
of us.

idiot poopoohead
The more you share,
The more they care.
The louder you cry,
The greater they try.
The faster you run,
The quicker they follow.
And once you are done,
You’ll lose faith in tomorrow.
I lost a friend
eventually it had to end
this is a wound that you can't mend
you had to choose
she wins
I lose
no matter
crossing borders
sometimes need
for realize dreams
The emptiness that comes from trying to find fulfillment through people i am yet to comprehend.
We tend to think being accepted by society and feeling safe in society is enough, but we attain that and still feel empty.
The ultimate fulfillment is not on the outside, it is within ourselves.
Is your mind your safe haven?
Is it your peace?
Is it your place of rest? Comfort? Solace?
If you are happy within yourself, you won't need human validation to be fulfilled.
it's still dark out
it's eerie and quiet
still as a grave now
It's so wonderfully spooky in the early morning. when all is still and silent, not a person in sight.
Ryan Joseph
Sign of being in love,
is a just like a sign;
of being lost in the paradise;
where there is no one's around
who is ready to help you.
being in love is also a sign of stupidity
WL Schuett
She is a hive full of
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.
Sean Hunt
I'll not procrastinate
I'll write today
about the theme
for next Friday
I'll get ahead of the game
Idle avoidance
of imminence
makes no sense

While I'm standing here
with pen in hand
and relevance
in the present tense
having a sober mind
it's now decision time
i saw the fireworks
and i felt the lightening from it
everything around it so quiet

i am the firework
and i bleed lightening
everything around me so frightening
It shouldn't hurt this much to be your angel.
It shouldn't bleed this much to be your guide.
It shouldn't pain this much to love you.
It shouldn't scar this much to be by your side.

I'm torn between obsession and hate, for the mess that we made.
But, they come, they go, so replaceable.
I can only have you in my dreams, it seems.
Because reality strikes and you leave me in pieces, ripped apart, wounded, my wings, fallen off, I am burning in loathe.
Chantell Wild
whispers the wind on deaf ears
sleeping monsters lie at the bottom
of silent oceans
deep damp depths defy deference
to the deities that rule darkness
swallowing water as a bird gulps air
the shadow below unfurls
and stretches itself out
embraces the tidal wave
that gives birth upon earth
a new kind of monster
( ? )

we come from a watery womb
and much as there is love
my god,
we have some monsters amongst us.

take back the light,

come back to the Light.
Hello Prolly
thank you

for reminding me to be alone
the reason to be with you
the grey of
a wet tile
this tin figure
I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.
Leo Janowick
If a writer
Falls in love with you
       you can never
I feel the earth I tread on

The air I breathe

The ocean that I come from

And the love

That is me
You know
They say
It's never as good as the first time.
Happiness and Sadness were bound in their own way
In that short period
When you were actually mine.
Our love is like winter flies
Hopefully winter flies by
Because I feel your lies
They settle on my skin
Searing my flesh
Akin to being set
because you're the whole reason that i'm not around
Keith Wilson
The Hydrangeas bushes
I see from my window
are a vivid blue color
Hot and humid today
so they do stand out

By the way
some Hydrangeas
are pink
The colors seem to come
from different soil conditions
Lonely at the end.
Where will I go from now on?
With nothing to do.

There is no beginning here.
I'll have only sad endings.

With nowhere to go.
And with no one to help me.
I would rather die.
5 - 7 - 5 syllable Haiku
7 - 7 syllable Tokka expansion
5 - 7 - 5 syllable Haiku
You held the paper
between you lips
and inhaled

I've never
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette
It should have been me
Poetic T
Tie me up with lies,
        gag me with half trues..

Handcuff me to your heart,
                      swallowing the key..

But no I can escape you

                                   at any time.

But I like to see you struggle, to keep
                                    me under check.

Who is the prisoner,

                                               "I know its not me,
To offer a helping hand is not an indication
that the "helper" has it all figured out
It's an attribute of a person who can see
beyond their own personal needs,
Go out of their own way to help
make a way for someone else
It's sad when people mistake
kindness for foolishness.
It's sharp like a needle
It pierces our eyes
blinding us from seeing the truth

It makes us hopeful
for the impossible
I’m giving you just the tools you need to break me

Do it

I Dare You
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.
Back in bed
I give sleep
Another shot

Maggie Sorbie
Not knowing what to do
for the best
sleep on it
and give your mind a rest
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.
being good
isn't about
acting kind.
Peter Balkus
My shadow
it wants to be me,
it's jealous,
can't walk and can't sleep.
It thinks
that I'm living a dream,
and to be me
it would do anything.

Be careful
what you wish for
- I say to it.
They told us
To keep our legs open
Unlike our mouths
Suzy Berlinsky
The more they waste the more clogged the dumps. Look here
for few of us know the extensive reaches of symbolism.
Neha Sharma
"I love you!" He uttered with his low voice holding my hand in his hand.

It was 28 May 2019.
My lover committed his love..
Maybe it was a coincidence,
Or was it destiny,
But it was June,
And the world felt empty,
It started with a kiss,
Then a sip of wine,
And our souls went skinny dipping in a summer’s night,
One confession after another,
Said “call me friend, but keep me closer”
Suddenly it was September,
What felt like a moment became a memory,
All’s left was accessory,
A sweet sweet burn of sun,
And old summer wind,
A summer fling.
To my summer fling.
Ashly Kocher
Happy Birthday Mom 2
I hope your day is wonderful, just like you
Now, close your eyes and make a wish
Here’s to another year of happiness
I wrote this for my mother-in-law.
Like a magical night
when everything goes right

And he gets what you mean
you say "This is the Joint!"

When he laughs cuz you're funny
and your jokes are on point

When he asks for your number
and you give it out wrong

When the movement is Music
and you both know the song

When you dare not to care
so you're free to be you

Now he's feeling your vibe
and you're feeling it too

It's a night to remember
but never repeat

Cuz it was what it was
In that hot summer heat
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