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you take all of the
stars in the night sky with you
whenever you leave.
jeffrey conyers
Sometimes, I love you.
Sometimes, I don't.
That's just the way it is.

Sometimes, I adore you.
Sometimes, I don't?
Accept it, deal with it?
Cause that's just the way it is.
But I wouldn't have it any other way.

Because loving you became a good thing.
Neville Johnson
She does life on her terms
She figured it out
So independent
Moving about
Seeing the world
Friends everywhere
She’s got it together
Though no lover to share
She doesn’t worry
She does fine alone
It will all work out
As she does roam
we are quite literally born to die.
some die old, and some die young.
why is it so bad that some want to die younger?
what is the point in waiting until you’re old and withering away?
i want to leave now.
can’t you accept that?
the wind called her name
the city never felt the same
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)
Infamous one
Hell prolly get called weird for walking up to a girl. Introducing himself and asking if he could take her out possibly get her number. The rejection would prolly hurt but he'd rather know than keep thinking about it. All the possible factors and outcomes but once it's put into play everything will work itself all those unanswered questions would be answered.
Tonight I hugged an angel
And it made my night
As she looked me in the eyes
And held me real tight
I sang to her a song
And I saw her dance
As her stunning beauty
Had me in a trance
Tonight I met an angel
And she made me so happy
Tonight I was in heaven
Because she talked to me
A poem I was in a pored to write
كان لأمّي مجموعة من الأطباق الخزفية، ترابيّة اللون بنقشة زرقاء ناعمة. كانت مجموعتها المفضلة.
في اليوم الذي استأمنتني به على تنظيف أطباقها، كسرتُ أحدها. كانت أمّي في الغرفة المجاورة، لكنّها ببساطة، لم تقل شيئًا.
كسرتُ بعدها أربعة أطباقٍ و ثلاثة كؤوس إلى أن تعلّمتُ كيف أمسك الأطباق المبلولة دون أن تقع من بين يديّ. و في كلّ مرة، كانت أمّي تتركني أُخطئ، أتعلم، و تتصرف و كأنّ شيئًا لم يحصل.
أُلملم ما كسرت، أرميه، ثمّ أُطفئ الضوء.
كان لي قلبًا سكّري اللون، بشواطئ بيضاء، و كهوف تُضيء عندما تسمع الموسيقى.
و في اليوم الذي استأمنتُ به أحدهم على قلبي،
كنتُ أمامه، أنظرُ في عينيه، لكنّي ببساطة، لم أقل شيئًا.
و في كلّ مرة، أتركه يُخطئ، يتعلّم، و أتصرف و كأنّ شيئًا لم يحصل.
يُلملم قلبي، يرميه، ثُمّ يُطفئ الضوء.
a m a n d a
my beautiful girl.
you left a
definite emptiness.
my pretty princess
the prettiest girl in the world
(chips like a little bird)
my perfect angel
my absolute dream.
This is what happens
when I welcome in
when my sign should read
"keep out".
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... ..
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
Ashley Kay
like rivers we part
leaving canyons
in our wake
Unaweep canyon was created by 2 rivers (the colorado and the gunnison)
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
Rama Krsna
the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
two 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
now belong to time
and this aging body to the five elements.

© 2019
Pola Berlinsky
Higher than deaths from disease, accidents & crime
combined, blacks are disproportionately impacted by
abortion. While representing 14% of American
women, blacks account for 35% of abortions.
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
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.
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.
Raika Parzella
Tired eyes
Fleetingly scanning the room.
To find another pair
With a light behind them.
Even with exhaustion,
Shining bright
Bright as your own mind,
Connecting the light with the dark.
Making it easier to breathe,
Letting shadows disappear.
Calm eyes.
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
Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?
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
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.
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
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.
Run from being
Into un
And find yourself
In nothingness for a time

Don't worry
The clocks always come around
Just like payments due
So are you to bound
Inevitable lol
Glenn Currier
I’m wrapped in a netherworld
between fear and urgent turmoil
a shady region of late twilight
on the edge of dreadful night
what to do with the light.

Like the nightingale whose song
brings pausing, sadness, and hope,
blinking in a landscape of plains and *****
sadness of a creative life’s ending
a blending of sand and the hand of God.

My gut clinched in a tempest
rowing unknowing for shining sky.
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.
Alaska Young
Why do you push people away?

"I want them to be happy."
Leone Lamp
The best laid plans,
like grains of sand
are swiftly streaming
through my hands

Don't get excited
don't celebrate yet
every time I do
I lose the bet

These vapid clichés
Shuttered plays
Days and days
Waste away
Into the endless
tangled fray
Don't it always seem to go?

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.
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.
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
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

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

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
My words became
A paragraph,
a sword.
And when I
my first speech,
the room
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