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 638° 
Rastislav
and I
had No
More
Tears

and Oh Skies!
and Oh Trees!

and I
had No
More
Voices

and the Universe
was rocking
as if it Was
Nothing
 400° 
labyrinth
Because we cannot be decent
Most our problems stay recent
 380° 
Zachary Gorenstein
Laughing with contented silence
Blessed feeling as I felt whole
A satisfying peace with you
Quiet and filled with love
Thank you for this time

“I would have died for many,
I live for one.“- Zachary Gorenstein
“Thank you for giving me a purpose I value grandpa.”
 189° 
collin
every broken, filthy brick
this wall will fit
between who i think i am
and the worms and dirt and grit
 168° 
Mario Benedetti
De todos los laberintos el mejor
es el que no conduce a nada
y ni siquiera va sembrando indicios
ya que aquellos otros
esos pocos que llevan a alguna parte
siempre terminan en la fosa común

así que lo mejor es continuar vagando
entre ángulos rectos y mixtilíneos
pasadizos curvos o sinuosos
meandros existenciales / doctrinas en zigzag
remansos del amor / veredas del desquite
en obstinada búsqueda de lo inhallable

y si en algún momento se avizora
la salida prevista o imprevista
lo más aconsejable es retroceder
y meterse de nuevo y de lleno
en el dédalo que es nuestro refugio

después de todo el laberinto es
una forma relativamente amena
de aplazar cualquier postrimería

el laberinto / además de trillada metáfora
frecuentada por borges y otros aventajados
discípulos y acólitos del rey minos
es simplemente eso / un laberinto /
cortázar se quejaba / entre otras cosas /
de que ya no hubiera laberintos
pero qué sino un laberinto
es su rayuela descreída y fértil

forzado a elegir entre los más renombrados
digamos los laberintos de creta samos y fayum
me quedo con el de los cuentos de mi abuela
que no dejaba vislumbrar ninguna escapatoria

en verdad en verdad os digo que la única fórmula
para arrendar la esquiva eternidad
es no salir jamás del laberinto
o sea seguir dudando y bifurcándose y titubeando

o más bien simulando dudas bifurcaciones y titubeos
a fin de que los leviatanes se confundan

así y todo el laberinto es tabla de salvación
para aquellos que tienen vocación de inmortales
el único inconveniente es que la eternidad /
como bien deben saberlo el padre eterno
y su cohorte de canonizados /
suele ser mortalmente aburrida
 76° 
Luca
A dry leaf fall..
The wind blew it away...
So far, it flies..
Carrying wounds that she holds...
Leaving the twig in silence...
May God always protect all human on earth
 61° 
Sophia
"In other words, keep your bad vibes out of my cornflakes I'm not interested."

                   -Gerard Way
 47° 
Elena
Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
 44° 
Man
One never really knows the need of friends till they're alone
When there's no one to ring and not a text on the phone
No joy to be shared, no dialing nose
just a tone
Pinocchio, you're fine on your own
 42° 
Francie Lynch
A once dear friend
And I met up;
Twenty years since we spoke,
And neither one could talk.
We left each other's company
On terms of disagreement.
The ice was thick;
The air was clouded;
We stood beneath the shade.
The mountain didn't fall;
The earth didn't swallow;
The roof stayed on.
Nothing cracked our uncertainty.
Then we misquoted some old
Misunderstood memories
Of why we went our ways.
We felt the same.
 37° 
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)
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
Yourself your punching in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

All rights reserved.
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 31° 
susurri
He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.

She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.

Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.

There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."
 30° 
Savannah Kajdan
Fast forward, rewind
Play & Repeat
Our life made up
From this beautiful beat
Rewind Fast forward play then pause
Ejected are we when they discover our flaws
Rewind Fast forward play then pause.....
What happens next will surprise us all
 30° 
guy scutellaro
...the meadow and the puddle
you wouldn't come out of

wild and simple joy

invisable to eyes, now...

I wander the meadow grass

the fields where the flowers glow
in early morning
sunlight

the fields you
only dream of
where your soul is always free...

and you come running

spectral through the mist

I walk lonely fields
I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself

you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning

you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear

whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'

you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart

forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything
 29° 
Rue
And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.
 28° 
Marilina
The pain
It comes and goes
One day it’s there
The next it’s gone

One day you’re good
The next you’re not
You can’t press “mute”
Do what you want
 25° 
Victoria
I wonder if I really am kind hearted.
Most people think it’s true,
But maybe I’m just afraid of being mean-
Maybe I’m afraid of being you.
 21° 
Chloe Pepper
I trace my mind for things to say
Of how you left my heart in disarray
I think of all the times we had
Trying to find the ones that were not so bad
Some days I wonder if we would’ve made it
Maybe if we didn’t always fake it
The love we had was so raw, so true
And all I can think about are the memories of you
As days go by I slowly see
Everything I wish we could be
My heart is hurting as I try
To slowly say my final goodbye
 21° 
Maude Laurent
A white feather swan
Out before dawn
Little minnows swim
In the clear, calm pond
Their world so black and white
The birds cannot take flight
There is no colored dye
For their origami sky
no one loves me
but they claim they care
if they really did wouldn't they see

i am falling apart
fragile to the touch
yet they keep on pushing me

closer to the edge
and they think i can take more
so they push farther till i'm at the brink

it's like they know i can't swim
but they are going overboard
and they'll be suprised when i sink
 19° 
haysia
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.
 19° 
solus
i have lost people
i love dearly
to my own doings
and yet you
have caused more damage
combined.

never laid a hand on me
but i am still more bruised
than i have ever been -

and you ride your carousel,
hiding your grief in woman
after woman and maybe
you did love me as much
as you said

but maybe you loved me
for what i did for you
and when i stopped
you stopped

and around and around
you go.
 18° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 18° 
Carlo C Gomez
Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it
 18° 
lovelywildflower
your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.
i love country music love a country song
playing my guitar as i sing along
watcing all the folks as they gather round
dancing all together to the country sound

slapping and clapping to a country song
underneath the stars dancing all night long
dance the night away to the country beat
to the country sound puts dancing in there feet

arm in arm together beneath the moon so bright
to a country song they dance away the night
dancing in a line to the  country beat
to a country song puts dancing in there feet

slapping and a clapping they dance the night away
dancing all night long till the break of day
arm in arm together beneath the moon so bright
to a country song they dance away the night
 17° 
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.
 17° 
Aishu
Dear self,
In losing you

Days seem blurry
Nights seem scary

Heart grows weary
Eyes turn teary

I lost the merry
I lost the power to write my story
 17° 
Esther
lights flicker
in the distance
far far below

I’m here
looking down on it all
wrapped in a blanket
a book lies next to me
pages flipping themselves
in the cool summer breeze
inside are the sounds of life
outside are the sounds
of the questioning
the air is filled
with random notes
fluttering around me
like guardian angels
I know why they’re here

darkness
sat down
next to me
to keep me company
we look at the flickering lights
in the distance
he tells me
you’d do fine down there
if you wanted to
be a light
surrounded by light
but then he shifts his gaze
the moonlight
dancing through his being
but you’d do great
up there
be a light
where no one has dared to be
and with that
he left
 16° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 16° 
ghost queen
early bluing
of an autumn sky
nip and chill
of a countryside

as seasons turn
things remembered
nostalgic
for a summer
lost in time

basking in the glow
of a fire
and the warmth
of a lover

snuggled deep
in each other

finding love
and shelter
between heartbeats
and whispers
 16° 
emnabee
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.
 15° 
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 15° 
Mike Adam
And

So
                    Perhaps
Some day

Sun

Bored

Will draw a veil

And sit

                              Hidden
                                              Embroidering

Some
Sunny
Moon
 15° 
Traveler
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
.


Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
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
 14° 
Sophia L
Sorry,
I love myself more.
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