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Dancing at night in dark blue denims.
You left the taste of lemon
in my mouth when you asked me to drink it.
I smiled out loud when I heard of your visions.

Dancing in the diner parking lot.
The cheap speaker you brought
is still playing our music.
I yelled that we were infinite just like you taught.

Dancing at the railway station by rail cars.
Looking at the stars,
thinking about which ones we belong.
I point to a pretty pair and you smiled at the dark.
My eyes have changed color…
To a lonely blue hue.
I wish I could wash away all the blues,
So my eyes could return to their cheerful, warm brown.

But the tears don’t feel like slipping out.

My heart feels heavy,
Just weighted down with strong emotions.
I feel as if my chest wants
To eject my heart for being so hard to carry.

This heart is so broken it hurts.

Oh, sadness...
How I hate you sometimes.
Society is a being,
A breathing, living thing,
It’s skin is always cold,
It does not wish to let me be known,
For it needs me to fulfill its will,
But I want to abandon it so,
For it’s claws are deeply rooted
Into my fragile skin,
It does not care if I bleed,
But I cannot find myself in leave, for
It’d tear me terribly thin.
Freedom is an indifferent escape away,
But until one jumps, all will stay,
And so I will live out the same day,
Over and over again,
Thus is the wail of the proletariat,
Living as undying strays.
Nitika Sharma
In a Blink

Everything can Sink


And See things reciprocate

Certainty is a Myth

Emotions per second Flip

Thoughts twist with every beat

Life judging statements

mould in its own intense heat

In a Blink

The Pain you Drink

Crystal Heart that Sink

Brings you to a Link

A link to The Supreme Power

A link to seeking answers  you desire

In midway of right and wrong

Here You find your Song

A Song of Serene Peace

Lyrics flow with Rising Breeze

In a Blink

You find a Link

A Link to an Uncertain Certainty


And See Serenity reciprocate
My book " A Swing in Heaven " available on Amazon globally
We were special
late nights
falling asleep
on the phone
tone to tone
cheek bones hurting
from all the smiling
that was us
now there is silence
no good mornings
no sweet dreams
no thinking of you's
I sit here
heart sullen
crusted tears
salty cheeks
red stained lips
thinking of you
missing you
trying so hard
Elizabeth Zenk
If I was supposed to
be defined by grades on
a paper, or by words in
a dictionary

I wouldn’t have
been born human.

If I was supposed to
be confined by margins
on an essay, or by stars
on a flag.

I wouldn’t have
the ability to create.

If I was supposed to
be defined by hatred
to my name or by my
disgraceful past.

I wouldn’t have
been born me.
Cadence Patterson
wake up with a smile.
walk out with a smile.
go through the day with a smile.
lie down in my filth.
let my smile falter.
let the pain out.
Lauren Johnson
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
you have to take
me right now from this
dark and scary and cold
life now
When you're on the cold tiles,
sweat dripping to the floor,
throat raw and burning,
fingers covered in bile.

When you open the fridge door,
the contents staring back at you, white
light spreading over the room;
a taunt at your weakness.

When you put your clothes back on,
the mirror knows your secrets,
you, in all your unfailing misery,
stare back.


She eats you away but you won't.
Warren C
In my life I need someone like you
and I think you do too
Someone to share
Someone to care

In my life I need someone like you
and I know you do too
Someone to wipe the tears
Someone to laugh and cry through all the years
friendship is explored in this short poem written in 2002 for a friend to share with a friend nearing death
Will you look at stars
When you think of me?
Will you love yourself
will you do it for me?
Will you hold my hand
When you walk with me?
Will you smile at me
Will you just be there?
Will you walk alone
And not be sad?
Will you laugh out loud
will you do it for me?
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Seven Nielsen
angels of the solstice
gather on exalted cloudways
and descend as lavender whirlwinds
bejewelling leafless trees
with melting ice and dew
adorning in silence

they beckon verdant spring
when shimmering moonlight
will cease to glister on diamond snow
and winter's heliotrope gowns
shat withdraw into sapphire pillows
and then into silver streams of resignation

the tissue-paper sky is a luminous dome
veined with gold and pearl anticipation
the meadows are yet gossamer blankets
that drink the sound of the red cardinal
like a sacrificial drop of blood on the velvet-white alter
offered for the birth of the first tender snowdrops
The stars stopped shining
I don't hear the birds anymore
The wolves no longer howl
I'm cold sitting here
your warmth has left me
my tears froze in time
my heart rots now
you left
not even
a goodbye
I kinda hate you now
but why do I miss you
After all this
I want to be done
done with these feelings
I want to hate you
but maybe I don't
at all
Boris on the air and
there's virus everywhere,
but he's telling us that we
are nearly there,

not sure where there can be,
but it's nowhere near here
we're still wearing masks
knitted from our fear
there's talk of mutant strains
it could be
ninja's coming up from drains,

but there's always Boris on the air
telling us that we are nearly there.
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
"The placid lakes are filled with the tears of those-
in mourning
The rolling oceans are the turbulent , healing answer-
of a benevolent God in wind sprayed glory" ....
Copyright March 6 , 2021 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
you confirmed all of my horrors
when you said you can't touch me sober
march 2017
“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
To miss is love
To dream is lust
Without emotions
both are dust
To weep is weakness
To challenge is strength
Life is a challenge
it needs strength
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
Yesterday I sat

between the arms of

my loving mother,

the tree ! O tree !

Fail to realise I sat

unaltered untarnished

And do you know

What I saw!

The sun was trying to

lug the waters of the tarn

amidst which

was I and you together.
Amidst you all
Jonathan Moya
The eagle
brushstroked black
talons to beak
broke red blue  
in the white sky
tiny scarlet prey
fought and died
in once soft grasp
matron touch
a child freely
loved plumped fed and feathered
in aerie
tall safe high from
screech and whoop
the drop to the
loops of barbed wire below
i trust so many people
i trust so easily
i have expectations for ppl
but in the end
all i get is nothing
all i am always gonna get is nothing.
so why do i keep hurting myself?
why do i expect things for others
why do i trust?
i know trust has a price
but the more i pay, the less i get back.
Your kiss was an uncontrollable waterfall
Overflowing with nothingness and everythingness
That feeling of that first kiss where everything disappears. Oh, how I long to have that feeling once again.
Eshwara Prasad
Peace cannot be borrowed,
it should be born.
Deep down in the darkness

I transform

I am hiding under the shadow of myself
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
in white paper scenery,
the mind becomes ink
Then floods each pages with your sparkling words
endlessly traverse and explore and ruminate

words containing truth
or imagined fantasy
bitterness or soul decay and even
opulence just for the day

And rawness seeps out
from the silver-jeweled elixir  
Call it experience or imagination.
Eleo C Nora
The seriousness of spring.
Determination of seeds
breaking open.
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
With some insight
I changed direction
I now find love
in my own reflection

Yours was a protective albeit heavy gaze
We had happy memories while living toxic days
His5Her is a series of poems with different points of view of fictional people.
Natasha Basil
Today it would’ve been your birthday.
I would’ve made a handmade card for you as always
signed with a “love you” phrase and painted bouquets
together with some real tulips.
It would’ve been a perfect day.

But it is not the same this year,
I am alone and you’re not there.
God had another plan.

You taught me to be brave
and faced with trouble never to complain.
Even while fighting so much pain
you were a rainbow after rain.
You taught me on a stormy day to be a wave.

But it is not the same this year,
I am alone and you’re not there.
And out of habit I have made your card.
For my aunt
Brette lovell
She cries in secret at night
It makes her stronger
She inhales the pain of the past into her lungs
And breathes out as floods swarm her warm cheeks
She imagines all the times she found love,hate, desperation, happiness and peace
And wishes she could have a taste of them moments again
Slur pee
Oh darling, that's such a lovely vase,
It's a waste that you keep it hidden away.
Why don't you take it out of that obscure place,
And put it by the window to catch the sun's rays?
I'll go out and buy flowers today,
To add some color to your life
That is gray.

Jesus Christ, mom!
I already told you,
It's a ****.

Oh my eyes are not blue
but when I cry water comes out
as if my eyes were rain clouds filling the ocean
where does the water come from
my eyes are the Sahara desert
there is no water there
it hasn't rained for years
whys it raining now?
Am I creating an ocean?
are the droplets used to grow plants and create life in the ocean?
but my eyes aren't blue
Existence is so fragile
Just one thread pull unweaves
The entire universe away

Drowning in this intoxicating matter
When I breathe I start to get dizzy
A rush of blood pumping inside
This makes it real
This is what makes sense
This is a fantasy alive
What reality is merely based upon
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
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 like *******.
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.
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.

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