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let’s stop for a while
and find shapes in the clouds
feel the breeze on our skin
and take in the sounds

let’s take a moment
in the cool april air
forget about our problems
and last night’s affairs

can i just have this
return to nature’s call
because darling, i’m lost
and need somewhere to fall
Masha Yurkevich
I love it
when you
S M I L E.

I just wish it happened
more than
just once in a
Come on, whatcha hiding? Smile!
I wonder if you think about me, how many times your beautiful mind brushes the idea of mine.
I think about The Times we spent laughing over things no one else would understand, talking to each other about things no one else got.
I wonder where your mind goes when you're drifting off to sleep, do you think of what we could have been or what we could still be. I want you more than ever now, I can hardly sleep. But I know that I can never have you.
Is love the fuel of our hearts?
Because maybe we should switch fuel.
Because our hearts are polluted.
Having some difficulties with leaving bad people.
Elle Dhani
no worries,
no doubts,
no hate,
oh how pure
wanting past to recent,
but hey, no,
like the old times,
it fades til dawn,
and face thy order
Kaidynce Thompson
Someday i'm going to wake up
And when that day comes
Well i'm going to wake up with a smile


That someday

isn't here yet
Sometimes, I still see you.
And no matter where I am,
I will always cry.
I saw you today, or atleast I thought I did.
sheila sharpe
Once his skin touched her skin
and so warmed the blood that ran beneath
invisibly although the veins themselves
ran crimson as the rose he gave her
wilting now with the long days
but blood is contradictory
congealing and stopping arteries
much as her heart was stopped by
his indifference
the blood’s warm flow dammed by the leaves
from the felled forest of lost dreams
now her face is a blank desert
her eyes dark and stagnant waters
her mind silted by the lack of love
her fingers long for his touch
her lips open to cry for him
she whispers
his name
but there is no answer
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
Jon G M
The sexist thing you can wear is
your own skin
That is what make you you
Evan Stephens
I went to
weddings on
the mountain,
I went to
weddings by
the sea.

I went to a
wedding of
I went to a
of flame.

I went to two
of my own.
is a third
that will last
the distance.

Charmed alliance,
are you the one?
By leaf or sand,
whatever binds you,
are you the love
I need?
and each early day
herald recognition
of faulty beliefs
of imagined breakage..
dawn breaks
erasing misconception
of the emptiness
of what dies
and what does not..
i learned to live without you
but that doesn't mean i wanted to
come back to me, baby.
Your words echo
Beautiful and violent
Deep within my everything
I ache
Wanting, needing, yearning
Words and feelings
Impossibly out of reach
Thank you
In a cold brisk wind
I felt the power
Of midnight
In my hands
A starless
Void-like night
Under a muted moon
With dreams
Almost in sight
No rules
To bind us
Nothing to stop us
Only midnight
And time
Dripping from
Our hands
Ready to play
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In heart will heal
Poetic T
Words  mean volumes,
        When none

Are spoken.
I love you

I want to say it millions of time to you
So you’re not afraid of loving me back
Jim Davis
A poet

I think

One will
know it

©  2019 Jim Davis
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
Tony Anderson
Don’t laugh at me
Don’t give me such pain
While you are laughing
I am showered with pain
You laugh at me
At what you do not know
All your meanness will take it’s toll
Please don’t laugh at me
I want to be friends
I have a lot of love to give
So just let me be the person I am
So we may form a happy clan
I am
Avalanches of love
You are my Boulder
Stay strong and broad
Holding me tight
Don’t let me fall

ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Stephen James
you were there when i
stood beneath the darkened skies
where lightning struck twice
a haiku
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!

the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs

summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)

but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early

got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
I'm just wondering
if there's a space or
a place where they go,

where what go?

well, where do
all the posts and tweets
that are unavailable?

Is there
an acceptable
for what Facebook and
don't want you to see?

or is it just me
being nosey?
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 cheery trees dance while blossoms fall,
as if heavenly angels have come to call;
And willing winds fly through dogwood trees,
their leaves dotting landscapes from the breeze.

This all happens in a dream-filled land,
of poets and prophets in glory's stand;
And gardens overflowing with daffodils,
waving yellow flags from giant hills.

The glancing birds fly off to greet,
in sunbursts' skies of colorful treat;
And rainbows carve their way to gold,
a cherished reward for both young and old.

Delicate as the blossoms may be,
their worth is greater than that of the sea;
While they continue to shed fragrant melodies,
and revive sweet springtime's reverie.
I’m that monster under your bed
You fear me
Or you want me
Don’t worry
I only hurt the ones that want me
So just fear me
You’d be better off
Ciel Noir
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
Light my demons on fire
and pray to god
they burn off
i will always stay by your side,
even if you won't reciprocate my feelings,
i promise.
hi shane
Soxna la Donna

L. Lucky enough to find reciprocity.

O. Overwhelmingly thinking of you.

V. Vaingloriously hypnotized by your persona. I couldn't help to become your prisoner.

E. Exclusiveness was an idea you wanted me to believe in. But apparently it wasn't for you.
Not really a poem
Zelia Valdez
We’re angels so afraid we’ll fall we cut off our own wings
And bind our feet down to the ground with our halos’ crystal strings
So scared we’ll open our mouths, preach falsely we’ve forgotten how to sing

So sure that we’ll not fly forever we shift our gaze to the ground instead of the skies
So caught up in the ways that we could fail, we’ve sealed our own demise
Vanessa Viniegra
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
Dear me,
Your whole life is out there. It's just waiting for you.

Even though your life is still short, you've done so much with the time you've been given. Can't you see? You've written endless poems about friendship and love. You've lived in many places too. Even though it did affect you a little bit, you still did your best to make lasting friendships, despite knowing that you might only have a short time to spend together. Others might have just kept to themselves if they were in your place. And though you got hurt at times, your heart never became angry towards the world. The way I see it, that's the attitude of some of the strongest among us.

That's why you shouldn't be hurt if sometimes you don't get the things - or the people - you love the most. It only means, they weren't right for you...yet. What will be given instead, in time, is not what is right but rather what is best for you. Just trust in it.

You are stronger than you think.



Originally written in Tagalog.

Nandiyan po ang buong buhay mo. Hinihintay ka niya lang.

Kahit maigsi pa ang buhay mo, nakagawa ka na ng marami sa oras na binigyan ka ng ating Diyos. Di mo ba nakikita? Nagsulat ka ng maraming poems tungkol sa pagkaraon ng kaibigan at sa pagmamahal. Nabuhay ka sa maraming lugar. At kahit ikaw ay naapektuhan ng kaunti, pinilit mo pang magkaraon ng kaibigan, kahit alam mo na baka maigsi lang ang oras na kasama mo sila. Magtatago na lang ang mga ibang bata kung palaging ganyan ang sitwasyon nila, katulad sa'yo. At kahit minsan sinasaktan ka, hindi kailanman naging galit ang puso mo tungkol sa mundo. Sa tingin ko, yan mismo ay ang ugali katulad sa mga mas matapang sa ating lahat.

Kaya, huwag kang maging malungkot kung minsan hindi mo nakukuha ang mga bagay - o ang mga tao - na mahal mo ng sobra. Ibig sabihin, hindi pa sila bagay para sa'yo. Ang ibibigay na lang ay hindi yung mga bagay, pero yung tamang tama para sa'yo. Tiwala lang.

Ikaw ay mas malakas kaysa sa tingin mo.
Summer Freewrite Sessions 2018 // A letter to myself. i realize now how much of my work is centered around sad topics and felt I needed to remind myself of a few things.
My heart is aching
My hands are shaking
The feelings I’ve been fighting
Now the feelings that are flowing
I feel more like myself
I feel like I’m going mad
All I feel for you is sad
I miss you, and it hurts so much
I would do anything to give you a touch
Ever since you left it feels like a dream
Having you back was unthinkable though
You mess me up, but I love it
You left me, but still I love you
Let it end, now
I break the connection between you and I
I remove your power over me
The trouble is I care too much
And so I have let you rob me from me.
I let you take away the words i wanted to say.
The things i would've liked to have.
The things I need.
I'd like to say I don't care for you
But I can't help to care.
You promised forever.
Silly me.
It's human nature don't you see
Well for me it is anyway,

I don't know what you are anymore.
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