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I spent my time,
Thinking of you today,
It was brief,
But now the time is spent,
And tomorrow I'll pay again.

It is not love,

sometimes a need to hold

someone, when it gets cold

in empty beds.

I crave the sound

of someone’s heart

close to my skin,

to feel the heat

of flaring fires

and burn away

these overgrown

dreams and desires.

August 18, 2019
“How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this. I need someone to pour myself into.”
― Sylvia Plath
We were just
hurt feelings
trying to find
in eachothers arms.
White Lion
The golden onion swims,
five finger pigeons on the roof,
a line of resting birds
in autumn rain,
its reflection in the milky glass.

April in Paris,
Ella in a breeze:

"...are there purple paint streaks on the wall now?"
- giggles, Paris as if in banquet halls.

"Slowly melting through,"
- winking, Madrid in oasis hues.

Muscaris slitherin'
'round renaissance balconies,

dripping into ears,
as violins grow bordeaux and throw themselves
before the moon,
silk worms spinning rhythms
moonlight gourami rivers
Parmesan on Antipasto

Olives falling under the tree
open mouths, yummy rain,
only cores sustain,
bare feet on feet.


Atlantic rawness
a teacher for tenderness,
so much range in its intention
from centre to its core.

The walk is timeless
on paths of sand.

There where pignons are born,
dipped skinny
into ocean,
peaceful as waves.
Heather Shank
I have no love
I have no emotion
I have no heart
I am an empty shell
Filled with feathers
And dust
And longing
Basil Gentleman
as my lover swims
in the blue waters
under the golden Sun
the birds sing a song of love.
she stands alone
in a sea of pearls.
the Sun rays shine upon on her milky skin.
Neptune's kingdom was built for her
Change up what you see
The world we live in changes
You will be surprised

Be surprised each day
Bring a new idea to view
New views encourage

Encouragement loves action
Action creates new ideas

Enjoy your changes each day

Brian Hill - 2019 # 211
New day, new view
Like a melody
On repeat
I hear everything but you

A broken piece
You never need
Maybe I don't want to

A musical whim
One I can't sing
Tell me it's true

I want to know if you're worth it
Tell that you deserve it
Help me believe you

I really want to.
You know how a broken record repeats everything? In this case, I'm a broken record. I keep repeating my mistakes. Can't seem to get rid of them.
The world is not a safe place,
It warrants a heart of stone,
Yet there remains the gentle hearted.

Too foolish in their faith,
Letting their hearts bleed for others.
They posess a love so rare to find,
That most will never notice their strength.

We are those too foolish to give up on people,
Too foolish to lose faith in love,
Too caring to be selfish,
Too hurt, to hurt.
David P Carroll
I love your lips kissing mine slowly and,
The taste of your love,

I love your eyes are bright
As the sun,

Shining bright like an angel

I love your arms wrapped around me feeling your love
Touching my heart, Your love,

Holding hands as we embrace
True Love,

I love your hair so long and
Beauitful watching it blow in the summer Breeze,


But I love, Your soft kisses my lips,

A love poem for you,

An angel from above,

Suddenly I'm in love,

I love.... You truly,

Whispering Softly I.... Love....You...

Your the beat too my heart

When your in my arms im
Forever in love......With..... You.....
In Love
Alice Wilde
I’d like to

But my brain's response is sluggish
And the me you know is not
The me that I am...

Right now.
t h i s  m a n
i s  a  b a d  m a n

this is why
you need to

abusing people
for your own self gain?
that's a no bueno
it aint coolio

don't hurt others, kids
a simple thing
a good morning
meaning everything
‪you don’t have to kiss me goodbye if you hold me at hello‬
the city at night and its sounds
Salmabanu Hatim
stood on the table
box of melted chocolates
and his unread card.
Oskar Erikson
kiss me so the vines in my veins can snake out to hold you
Lara Mari
Sometimes it’s easier to hide
what I really feel.
Sometimes it’s easier to run away
from what I really feel.
Sometimes I pretend to not believe
what I really feel.

But what I really feel will never go away.
I'm gonna stand my ground
Until I'm buried in it!
char rose
you're never really alone.

there's a man in the sky to keep you company and give you light.
Till I am right
and you are wrong
a sense

in me
and above me
in you

and above you
binds us
to reason.
In a coloured world
You're black and white
In this sunny life
You're eternal night

In my course palms
You're silk liquid
In this broken home
You can't fix it

But in my eyes
You're a dancer
And in my mind
You're already mine
But I'll write you a love song anyways.
Clouds are bright
Railtrack’s beaming with light
Sky’s high
Winds are mine

I just want to get on the train,
any train
Doesn’t really matter
where it is heading.

I very nearly did it lol
Stacy Mills
I wish I were prettier
I wish I were younger
I wish I were smarter
I wish I was skinnier
I wish I did not have to love with all my heart
I wish someone would love me back
I wish that person would want to keep me and not just use me
I wish I could mean so much to someone
I wish I wasn't alone so **** much
I was raised in a loveless silence
Many days filled with violence
With no on by my side
I grew up wide eyed
In the shadow I couldn't see
What was truly missing
Not knowing what was supposed to be normal
Not knowing love
Or affection
Just being alone
All on her own
That little girl
That was forgotten by the world
And raised herself in the dark
Not knowing the true light
Not knowing love
She couldn't trust anyone
Not even herself
The things she saw
What she heard
Would break any child
And she lived believing it
It was normal to be broken
By the ones supposed to protect her
And help her grow
She couldn't get away
Until the one day she ran away
charlie s
her hair was tangled
into the dark stars of night

her eyes were shut

her words were in anguish

where has she gone
Pax Wildrake
ʷᵉˡˡ, ᶦᶠ ᵃˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ
.               ᵗᵒ    ʷᵒ
.         ˢᵉᵉ         ʳˡᵈ
.     ᶦˢ               ʷᵃ
ᵃ                    ⁿᵗˢ
ᵍᶦʳˡ ᵗʰᵉⁿ                              .
                 ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ             ᴵ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ                                                 .
ᵗʳʸ                     ᵃⁿᵈ                                 .
ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉ          ʷʰᵒ                                     .
ᴵ  ᵃᵐ                                   .
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.
Joyce Sayson
i might say,
everything's gonna be okay,
not today,
but someday.
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.
F A Pacelli
when they insult you
smile back
when they hurt you
smile back
they don’t matter
you matter
so smile back
know in your heart
you will show them all
what you are made of
Squeeze the colours from my heart and I will paint you a beautiful love,
That poets dream of feeling.
#paint #heart #colours
Saumya Tomar
Once a doubt hits your mind
it spreads like wild fire
This is my final goodbye
It's hard for me to see you walking by with that other guy
Even though your heart didn't feel the same way
but I'm glad you brought me joy
Time kept moving forward
but I kept standing still
Waiting for you to feel the same way
but I guess such things only happen in dreams
So, that's why this is my final goodbye to you
It's time for me to move along with time
and say goodbye to this bittersweet dream that kept me tied
Peter J
That morning you left
With the door open wide
The sun bursting through
There was nowhere to hide

Blossom had fallen
All their petals so high
Yet their colour was blue
As blue as the sky

The dew was singing
Under a soft morning cloud
The birds they were crying
A sad song so loud

And I counted your foot steps
As they softly appeared
Confused by their sadness
They suddenly disappeared

I heard bells ringing
A church wedding tune
Under a setting sun
Then under its moon

The birds stopped singing
A song that never rhymed
And bees hurried past
As if they were blind

I remember your footsteps
The scent of lavender and thyme
And I kept me a footstep
I hope you don't mind.
Just a little reworked
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.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
She hid and dwelled the night
Strode 'neath the veil of Nocturne's delight;
She knows not
Or forgot the joys of the day;
Of sunshine or playing in the rain.

She often borrowed herself
In thoughts of serene;
In complete neglect of chaos
Trapped in a beautiful scene;
Afraid to see,
Afraid to feel.

So she walked the planet
In full masquerade
With smiles and laughs
Intended to negate
The truth in her heart -
Of emptiness
Colored by a mask.
Why all the hate in the world?
When you only care for a girl
You make one wrong turn
And all you wanna do is burn
These few bad moments
Now you’re in a predicament
If it was too much
If she keeps in touch
How sad is it to rhyme girl with world
And all you see is her
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