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this same robin
has visited
every day
for the past week
as I work
bringing him
and closer
enough for me
to identify
the glowing colour
of his breast
the ruffled feathers
of his crown
and his gentle
inquisitive conversation
as he inspects
the freshly turned soil

i respond
to his chatter
   not caring
that neither
      the other;
there is something
in his presence
that outweighs
the need
for answers
When time starts to fly
And it’s not always fast
Eye’s bound to turn blind
Up until everything’s past
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
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)
Lord I need you
Each day I don’t know
          What to do
I’m trying  to open my eyes
Each day I’m praying to you
I praise your words
Lord I need you
It’s true I need you
I know you said
You wouldn’t let me down
I’ve seen all the signs
         From above
I know you love me
Lord I need you
The Wonderess
I said that I didn’t love you
I am a liar

Every day addressing
Letters to the fire…
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... ..
Love is when you smile right back at me
Love is when you put me on the safer side of the road
Love is when you give a hot compress during that time of the month
Love is when we laugh at each other's jokes
Love is when you watch me while I read my book
Love is when you take pictures of me when I'm asleep
Love is when you're near to me
Love is when you're far from me

Love is you.
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
They say what gives you so much pain?
And I falter
Even though your name runs like blood in my veins.
Ashly Kocher
Through the dark
Light carries a sound wave of energy
Sparking tears of invisible emotions
Triggered from iridescent colors
Coming from all different angles of darkness
Illuminating colors of your imagination
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
shilha madhuri
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by colour of their  skin but by the content of their character.

      🍃_ShilhaMadhuri tanguturi _🍃
🍃World is filled with lot of colours but skin tone is only matters to World 🍃
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
She Writes
Nothing is louder
Than silent tears
And 2 a.m. overthinking
with the demeanor of a centipede
you intervene and impede on everything
interpreting what i mean
your sympathy is a foreign thing
i’ve never seen an evil being
be so in touch with what i’m feeling
WendyStarry Eyes
I dream of
Spreading my wings
Lifting up high
°•Above the trees
Flying freely
~•°Gliding the breeze
Swooping up
°•~Plummeting low
with ease°•
Paralleling the ground
Knowing only one purpose
°•Exploration of life
Soaring through the sky
Whistling peace in my sound°•
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.
Eric the Red
Everyone wants a poet…
Just not the madness that goes with it.
Everyone wants a wilderness…
Just not the animals that exist inside of it.
Everyone wants peace and solitude…
Yet yearn for attention and acceptance.
Everyone wants the headdress of a warrior…
Yet will not go into battle to earn it.
Everyone wants to reach out…
Just not the silence that will be in return.
Everyone wants justice…
Yet turn their backs and says ‘that’s someone else’s problem’
Everyone wants to receive and take care of a simple love…
Yet they can’t even love themselves.
Everyone wants to yearn towards a future…
But can’t even look at themselves in the mirror.
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
my heart is overflowing with affection I want to share with him
it’s flooding into my arms
and other places
Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?
Straw towers
rise high
on the camel's back
Rommel the grey
gives up his attack
And the way…
leaves nothing to trace
Just look at,
Look at the look upon my face
waning, waxing all over the place.

Just look at,
Look at the look upon my face
waning, waxing all over the place.
She's the girl of my dreams <3
She's the queen of my kingdom <3
She's the mother of my kids <3
She's the light of my home <3

Her name is Abby <3
My one and only. <3
Written by Paul Joshua B. Santiago
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.
Take the mother night
Wrap her in glorious dawn
To birth a new day
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.
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.
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.
Her stance was perfect, her eye's were bright
Her countenance was emanating a brilliant white light
She kept her composure, her hands at her side
She knew she was ready with her mouth opened wide
then passed her lips came a beautiful sound as everyone listened,
their jaw's on the ground.
She had the voice of an angel and I started to cry, she hit
every note no matter how low nor how high.
I can't be sure but I believe God heard her sing, their ears were
wide opened and they started to ring.
Glasses just shattered, windows were cracked, she gave our
hearts the very thing that they lacked.
When she was done and the singing was through my heart was
softer with a good kind of blue.
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
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.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
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.
Mark Wanless
it is impossible to explain
   forever and one second are the same
without your time just make believe
Surely I must have felt
the teardrop;
when it left my lashes,
missed my cheek and blot-stained
the ground where I laid.

My only regret is that I had failed
to read the message each carried
before they disappeared into
the ***** of my darkness.
He flaunts the flowers,

gives them to me, ignorant --

what it is to pose.
"Kind van vijf" ("Child of five", 2008, Astrid Roemer)

Collection "Inmost"
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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