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Dripping like dew drops from a hanging vine,
I was built to crawl and fall,
and scale the jungle floor.
Winter Child
In case no one gets it,
i collect my excerpts
than i spell my prayer.
Spills my personal feelings
and trouble,
longer than i bow
on my knees.

i memorize every shame
and quote it
into a piece of paper,
the same stroke
they did to break
my bones.
Marks down
every of their tone
when i got yelled at,
being degraded.

In case no one gets it,
i use my fingertips to fight.
Being sure of my words,
but never myself.

They can take off my guts,
break down my sanity
into pieces of insecurity.
Yet i’m here to remain bold
until the last spill of ink,
and my pen
can no longer stand.
the battle is in my head
too soft
I’ve withered down to brittle bones
supporting a now hallowed shell,
begging the wind to take me.
Just needing release from this disease.
Eloise Rose
With tears in her eyes
And nicotine in her mind
She stares out into an ocean
And wishes she could walk on water
Sam Fickling
I need
& want
your whole being,
as you need it,
& rule it:
full hair,
flaming torso,
all an exile's palace
to call
your own

And while we wait,
we'll listen

we expect
another opening
of the door

Your flowered room
awaits you.
Pitch Hiker
I don't feel any sadness in this goodbye
There is no weight to my worries
Tomorrow I leave for college
Yet I feel the same as I ever did
I could leave in silence
Not a word needing to be spoken
Though I will leave with I love you's
And thank you's
Because it's the right thing to do
Mom, Dad, I'm leaving you
I do not plan on returning often
It's time for me to become a new
And learn my place
Zoe Grace
I'm not tired
But my eyes are sore
That's bad right?
Oh well
I probably need to sleep before the sun comes up...
Lupus Kuro
Astounding as the orchestrated rain,
oceans flow from abysmal sacs,
brought about by the emptiness within.
Shorts #1
Jim Davis
I’ve got my acreage
I’ve got my kids
I’ve got my wife
I’ve got my life
**** well
Best leave me alone

©  2019 Jim Davis

You know in Texas
you never ask a man
the size of his spread!  
Downright rude, I guess!
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
what is the State
if not a state of mind confined
and like all minds
sorely in need of changing
no mans thought persists
even within his lifetime
existence is flux
constantly rearranging
conservatism is the most unnatural of political doctrine.
change is the only constant. law is a gaol.
Are you afraid of heights?
We’ve been climbing higher and higher
And I’m too scared to look down
My hands are slipping
My eyes are glued to the ground below
Are you reaching a hand to me?
I don’t fear the landing anymore
I fear the fall
You keep blocking my path back up
I spent my time,
Thinking of you today,
It was brief,
But now the time is spent,
And tomorrow I'll pay again.
Sign up for this,
Sign up for that,
No questions please,
Fund plutocrats.
i dance the wisper of your voice in my head

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
the lamp
was a little bird
in my room

a brother’s last night on the other
a cup and a half of sugar

and a few
light days
We were just
hurt feelings
trying to find
in eachothers arms.
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.
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
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.
I know not of what I write
As it does not come from me
In fact I'm unconscious
My heart is writing for me
her hair was tangled
into the dark stars of night

her eyes were shut

her words were in anguish

where has she gone
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.
Till I am right
and you are wrong
a sense

in me
and above me
in you

and above you
binds us
to reason.
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.
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.
There is a light
It vibrates around you
It casts a spell over you
You find yourself back in time
Music builds up
You find yourself walking on glass made of thin ice
You explore this adventure with no bounds
Then you wake up
And realize the limits of reality.
But you'll always remember that light
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
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.
‪you don’t have to kiss me goodbye if you hold me at hello‬
the city at night and its sounds
why do you write me as a monster
you introduced him and i

you shaped me from those summer days
you threw me from my dreamy daze

you called me brother before i shed my skin
you intoduced me to my sins

i was pretty eyes and scared white lies
you were lost in wonderland

i never wanted to rule
i wanted to be a knight

my dreams of fighting for you faded
i cared not of queens

i became a traveler in the village
my steps jingled and i led the youth in laughter

you took back the throne you left for me

i want know why the tyranist writes me as a monster
he gave me my prince and my sins

i wanted freedom is all
i didnt want to fight anymore
i went back to read my sisters poems, i think they were very much about me
Salmabanu Hatim
stood on the table
box of melted chocolates
and his unread card.
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.
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
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
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
Squeeze the colours from my heart and I will paint you a beautiful love,
That poets dream of feeling.
#paint #heart #colours
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