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 2344° 
River
New
New
Like the dawn
The glorious sunrise
Pinkish hues awash with silent beiges
And the sun
Is a fiery orb
Coloring life into every living thing

I feel the new
With my breath
In and out
And I think of the ocean
The powerful ocean
I can feel it within my heart,
The waves rumbling through my veins

I can see the new
In not so distant visions
Of a future full of growth
Iā€™ve healed so much
And yet thereā€™s more
More of the new
I open my doors
Let it all in
All the gloriously soothing beauty
Of lifeā€™s simplest pleasures
Healing me

Thereā€™s been a crack made in my lifelong illusions
Iā€™m beginning to feel clarity, and not confusion
Saying yes yes yes
To more beauty.
 1194° 
Peter Garrett
The only thing worse
Than pulling the trigger
Is spending your entire Life
With a barrel on your mouth
Just waiting for that 'bang'
P.s. This is not a poem about suicide. It's about expectations. About living with a heavy burden and never being able to set free of it.
 441° 
Midnight Blues
I wish for a peace of mind
Away from the voices
Haunting me all the time
I close my eyes as they get louder
Hoping the darkness will wash them away
Instead pictures ignite, keeping me at bay
I realize thereā€™s no escape
To free me from this cage
I wait till sleep comes to drift me away
From the words and images of the demons keeping me awake
Sometimes I have trouble sleeping. My head gets filled with dark thoughts and just sadness. I donā€™t know how to explain it or escape it. So I just write it down and hope it disappears.
 434° 
TangerineBlu3
my knuckles are stained with blood and ink and my heart is stained with you
 313° 
Nat Lipstadt
a quote of Al Pacino

<>
it took/takes
a lifetime to get close
to where the answer
possibilities  donā€™t river
rush past, and each eddy
seems like thatā€™s the one,
the definitive affirmative,Ā 
Ā jump in and all you get
for misjudgment, is a
sopping wet
for your troubles

but you keep on jumping
from job to job, roll from
role to role, cause
even if the
last one is not
a fulsome answer, it
is in possess of the
creative release,
the high that satisfies
till you need a
new hit, another hint,
of tapping into
the vein of creation
that enlivens and
declares, I am purposed
for this,
no matter
how long it takes,
and or the
errors of mistooks,

me Iā€™ll keep jotting down
jumbled jimmied words
in new combine
until such time -and rap,
I can say well shoot
thatā€™s a wrap,

eyelid hints at
a rest but at
the same time
it gives forth
a sloooow wink,
that best poem
yet to come
wonā€™t likely arrive
until it
comes forth
in a last gasp,

a final exhaustion,
exhaustive expelling
and even might be
highly satisfactory
breadth of a last and
everlasting breath~taking
****! just got
t a k e n




nml
11;09 am
Oct. 14, 2024
 292° 
Frederick le Roux
I remember a day
When i walked in the rain

It was calming

I smiled

Yet something within me
Made me think

Do i believe in you?
Do you believe in i?

"He" does

Do they believe in "Him"?

I guess

"Anywhere is"
 265° 
unknown
i rarely speak,
too busy thinking,
my mind whirring all the time,
silent yet full of noise.
it never stops.. does it?
 229° 
Ray Dunn
your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone
idk something that just popped into my head
 207° 
Kirito
i want to hold you like a glue
i want to know what is the true
please tell me even im a fool
so i can rest in the field of blue
šŸ”µ
 180° 
Onyx
Why do you like me?

I am broken

Unfixable

My blood is cold

My tears have dried

Every ounce of my soul is gone

My heart has nearly died

I am tired of failing

Of being left behind

I wish to disappear

My mind is broken

Half the time

I am scared

To be free

I want to move out

But I don't want to be me

I'm terrified of living

A fake me is who they see

I write of darkness

Speak of trauma

So then

Why on earth are you following me?
 177° 
Nat Lipstadt
a quote of Al Pacino

<>
it took/takes a lifetime to get close
to where the answer possibilities
donā€™t river rush past, and each eddy
seems like thatā€™s the one, the definitive
affirmative,Ā Ā jump in and all you get
for misjudgment, is a sopping wet
for your troubles

but you keep on jumping from job
to job, roll from role to role, cause
even if the
last one is not a fulsome answer, it
is in possess of the creative release,
the high that satisfies till you need a
new hit, another hint, of tapping into
the vein of creation that enlivens and
declares, I am purposed
for this,
no matter how long it takes,
and the errors of mistooks,
me Iā€™ll keep jotting down
jumbled jimmied words
in new combinations until
I can say well thatā€™s a wrap,

eyelid hints ai a rest but at
the same time
it gives forth a slow wink,
that best poem yet to come
wonā€™t likely arrive until it
comes forth in a last gasp,

a final exhaustion, exhaustive,
and even highly satisfactor
breadth of a last and
everlasting
breath~taking
t a k e n




nml
11;09 am
Oct. 14, 2024
 167° 
Anais Vionet
Iā€™m tired of influencers faking nervousness.
my generation wants to care less
these days.
itā€™s a counter-current hack.
we want to be less defined.
we can search and reflect for ourselves.
weā€™re sick of the emotion
thatā€™s all over everyoneā€™s faces,
the unsightly splotches of opinion.
the entire election machine,
the process of getting there, is smudged.
Itā€™s a curated mess, an advising spin,
an incomprehensible hex:

ā€œOh profit pondering,
contradictory means to an end
- bless weave, and conceal,
bloodless dollar debt options,
painful penny pincher paradoxes,
and deadly debt bliss dilemmas..ā€

ā€œIs this a witch or an arbitrager?ā€ Lisa asked, after rudely leaning over and reading up to this point.
ā€œI was shooting for a numinous type of beat,ā€ I revealed.
ā€œWeā€™re supposed to be working on our thesis definitions,ā€ she said accusingly.
ā€œAre you not challenged, here, hour by hour?ā€ I asked sarcastically.
ā€œI need ideas - well - I have too many ideas, I need some focus, I wanted to see what you had.ā€
I deadpan looked at her, ā€œWell, you broke the spell - I lost my train.ā€ I complained dryly.
ā€œDonā€™t put me in a situation.ā€ she said, waving my gripe off as insignificant.
.
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Songs for this:
Easier Said Than Done by Thee Sacred Souls
drive ME crazy! by Lil Yachty
Melt by NilĆ¼fer Yany
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge 10/10/24:
Numinous =things with a mysterious or spiritual quality.
 160° 
MuseumofMax
You
You are hidden in moments everywhere
 145° 
Mark Wanless
there is nothing wrong
with human nature this is
just the way we are
 128° 
Mrs Timetable
Your dark oxygen
Penetrates a depth
I do not want to know
Keeping a mystery alive..

But not me
I read something
 128° 
Eli
perhaps the most complex feeling
is feeling everything at once
the sympathy of a lover
the cold from a friend
everything shattering at once
residue of a rainfall

pain flares
and the cold blooms
the heat of freezing
the coldness of mistakes
everything finally stood still
residue of a rainfall

the soft pitter patter pulling me through the night
 124° 
n
I never told you I loved you
because I donā€™t.
At least, not in the way you thinkĀ Ā 

I never gave you my best
because you never really gave me yours.
At least, not when it mattered

I could give you a thousand tries
and you still wouldnā€™t see.
Your issue will always be you,
it was never with me.
 119° 
Lost Indeed
I loved you.
And then I hated you
in both
I was hurt.
 102° 
Anais Vionet
My GrandmĆØre and I have long, gossipy conversations,
where we fall into our own chatty, slumber party rhythms.

Sheā€™s met or knows everyone important, and people tell her things.

They DM her or whisper secrets of lives ordered but loveless,
of careers choked by excesses and indiscretions.

She gets stealthy, leaked business reports of purported fortunes gambled and lost or of innocence wasted in bittersweet embrace - delicious, tangled narratives that expose the gaps between facades and realities that canā€™t be purchased.

Sometimes we pop popcorn on our private ends of the Atlantic,
watch Netflix, share secrets and laugh conspiratorially.
.
.
Songs for this:
Us by Regina Spektor
Young And Dumb by The Bird and the Bee
BLT Merriam Webster word of the day challenge: Purport: A claim that may not be true.

GrandmĆØre = Grandmother, in French.
 100° 
Essence of She
My mother said be lady.
But it seems all you want is a *****!

So, this isnā€™t Love!
 99° 
Boris Cho
You were a handsome
orange and white tabby cat;
majestic and loved.

ā€” Sincerely, Boris
when
kramnik
defeated topalov
there were riots
in the streets
of elista
elated crowds
spilled into
the squares
convulsing
to crown
a new king
wild to be
the first in line
to dine
as they do
on caviar
and *****
oh the stories
that were born
of that evening
when order
was eventually restored
and all the pieces
carefully returned
to their proper colors
a slow white moon
sickled through the evening sky
 94° 
Vanita vats
Every fight and war
Fought for one of three
Woman, land and money
Based on one old saying
 80° 
Salmabanu Hatim
I have learned to recite Quran at a very young age,
We went to school in the morning,
And to Madrasa in the afternoon,
I don't know Arabic,
My mother tongue is Gujrati,
I don't understand what I am reciting,
But it is the Book of Allah,
And after reading it,
I feel I have cleansed myself of sins,
A sense of calmness and peace comes over me,
And if any day I miss reciting it I feel empty.
14/10/2024
 76° 
Michael Leo
No matter how many mountains I write of, every word speaks only of you. Waking from a broken dream, regret lingers with each return to consciousness.
For 576
 73° 
Karma
The frogs of the forest
Are seldom silent.

Their croaking resonates,
Moving the air like liquid.

Other animals are forced
To listen to the tiny tyrants.

One of the frogs hesitates
Before saying,

The frogs of the forest
Are seldom silent.
 70° 
OpiaOnism
ā€“ ā€“ ā€“
Death
is not a wound
that heals,

it is
an amputation that
remains.
ā€“ ā€“ ā€“
For F.K. and C.K. and all the other which pass away
 65° 
anonymous poet
Four

weeks that you were gone
In Ba Sing Se I was feeling like a pawn

The Dai Li keeping the war a secret
I felt so helpless and weak but

I had to keep looking for my fuzzy friend
The issues of this city we had to amend

You were broken and betrayed
The fires hot making you afraid

Iroh and Zuko set you free
Now reunited I can brave the

Elements
been watching avatar
 65° 
TaĆæpen
Just like a spider on a web
You trapped me in your lies
I was prey in your eyes
My heart was just a trophy on your display
You treated my love like fools gold
You sold me false hope of a loving relationship
Stabbing me in the front with a smile
Just so you can get high off the pain inflicted on my face.
 62° 
ok okay
Lets fall apart together
No more pretending
We can watch the pouring rain
And fall in love again
The dirt was piling high on top of the corpse as was the custom at
an interment while Donny Osmond's music, with guest artist
Jimmy Osmond, played in the background. I almost had an
epileptic seizure but I'm okay now, just a slight headache.
 57° 
Blake
I donā€™t know
If I believe in soulmates
Or fate

But if you told me
That something
Or someone
Had planned for us to meet
And made each of us
For the other

My darling I donā€™t know
If I would be able
To argue

You are
Everything I always dreamed of
And
Everything
I couldā€™ve never imagined
I'll play guitar, you go to sleep
In the morning I will meet
Your eyes again,
But until then
My love, sleep well.
_M.
 53° 
Rochel
What they say must be true
That absence makes the heart grow fonder
Since these days my mind seems to wander
To the girl I said I was
Since all of this is beyond her

Tell me I am worth an aching heart
Tell me I am worth someone's letters
Tell me me this pain gets better
So I am not alone during January
Wearing no one's sweater

I am no beauty in the valley
So I hope my song compensates
And the field I dominate
With my rambling words
Each word I agnominate

Please don't laugh aloud
About the puddles of my tears
They are filled with so many fears
And genuine disappointment
When the devil reappears

Cancel my empty meetings
For the things I find pleasing
Life has come to no meaning
And all that I've loved
Is ever decreasing
 50° 
Hansel Reyes
Can I be the poem, not the poet?
 50° 
Drab
The reason I use it.
Is thatā€™s what I  use it for.
 48° 
Pax
i smell your scent,
like mangoes
i tasted them,
unripe & sour.
But I like it.
i like mangoes, i missed those uripped one, well this has dual meaning ;)
 45° 
Dani Just Dani
I sit in my car waiting
For the money from that
Quick cash job
I just did
To hit my account,

So I can go inside
And get myself
Something to drink,

Fire trucks fill the
Roads under the
Glare of an afternoon
Moon,

God, what a weird
Position Iā€™ve
put myself in.
 42° 
onlylovepoetry
earbuds buzz,
indic of incoming friendly fire,
another love song,
hardly differing,
whatā€™s the big deal?
uh oh, oh no,
only transformered into an ****** boy soon
to be out loud squealing

for thatā€™s not the way a poetā€™s brain operates,
a surgical insertion of a poetic inquiry brings a repetitive inquisition's painful honesty
and a new commitment commission now inescapably upfront~facing

even for the
low priestly devotee of
only
love
poetry!

Has anyone ever said to you
I want to hold you forever?
Have you ever told anyone
I want to hold you forever?

oh my god!

the brain is racked, a fav torture of the self-
inquisitors, more awful than version physical,
my balance disturbed, my soul perturbed,
which the greater, my enabled loss or
my failure?


for a detailed search of history personnelle
(of course! it is a feminine noun)
registers no results, given or received,
the hurt of the how, can it be, OLP never
uttered this most greatest
declaration of love?


and then/there, by the River East, a most public place, old man is seen uncontrollably
weeping, a non-gendered English verb,
reported the New York Post
tabloid newspaper

small thanks, photo had my back bent,
my face remained hidden, but revealed agony
of the twisted prostrate figure leaning over
the railing as he rails like an exile
or a hostage

and thereā€™s no answer forthcoming, no coverup, just an existential howling in
recognition that the opportunity has likely
disappeared, and the sky answers not
when begged



why me, why me, for the silence
is answer enough, never was I willing to
raise the gate protective, high enough to
stand before another, unclothed and
impurities revealed

surrender myself to accept or
give out or give in to
that most
wonderful risk


and the weeping
doesnā€™t cease,
it is doesnā€™t soothe
or ease,
for the divisionā€™s remainder
remains less than a
whole integer

how can I call myself,
only a love poet?

and I answer
my self
with a teary silence
of an unanswered
curse
October 2024
nyc
 41° 
TREASUREI
I take a bow .
It don't make sense, Blame the cash cow
Dance on the fence,  you forgot to smile....

ha,
i forgot to smile ...


Deeper then the trench, if you actin wild
Deeper then these drugs with a black and mild
If we talking love then I  ran a mileeeemmmmm

I thought you was the one but you just a (mm,)

Okie I took two pop another (mm)

Me myself and I with a little
(Mmmmmmm)
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