full dinner and wine
tasty healthy and filling
reflect on the day

the night was quiet
until a siren's loud blast
someone has problems

a pale white full moon
you feel it in your quiet
it rouses ideas

smooth out the bedding
hmm the pillows are perfect
now it's good night time

Waking up in the mornng,
the sun has dimmed its light,
Its a day of mourning,
The moon wont shine tonight,
Everyday your smiling,
someone lost their life,
This world is such a small one,
But feels like were barred in tight.

We promised we'd walk together
Till we reached the end of road
Bearing the notorious pangs of weather
As we faint and our memory erodes.

The forbidden quest was doomed from inception
Our hearts pounding with guilt and shame
Of the debilitating deeds driven by deception
To engrave our names in the hall of fame.

There is no heaven, no hell beyond
Neither blessed angel wings nor cursed devil's horn
Our souls exorcised, drowned in the pond
Of humble arrogance, as we stand still and mourn.

You are because I am,
I am because you are.
We are lost in a dream,
this is the place we meet.

As  long  as  we  can
see  the  same  sky,
breathe the same air,
step on the same planet,
you and I are not impossible.

Your body is away from me,
but there is a window open
from my heart to yours,
and whenever I close my eyes,
forever I will see yours.
                                                                                   Jon York   2021

stood a this door
looked out this window
had this conversation
heard this song
felt that feeling
seen that face

it must be déjà vu!

You are not helping in changing them...you are changing yourself by seeing through your different perspectives.
                                         -diksha dhiman

The roses have wilted, The violets are dead. The demons run circles, Round and round in my head. The parents are crying, Their kids keep on dying.
Because that's what modern society bred, And nothing was said.

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)

when I die
do not burn me
or bury me inside the ground
instead cover me in ink
and surround me with papers

- a poet never dies

What if!!..

What if I saw her, liked her and ask her out?,🤔
What if she accepted?.👭
What if I started falling inlove💏 with her and I propose to her?,🤨🤪
What if she accepted 🎉🥂 and I gave her a Ring 💍?.
What if we aproched  the altar and both said" yes I do"?👰🤵
What if we lived happily ever after and had two kids?, 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦

What if we never meant,🤔
I won't have even liked her in the first place not even asking her out🤨.
Then she would have no reason to accept, or we, falling inlove.
I won't have proposed to her or given her a Ring 💍,
They will be no reason to aproching the Altar .
They will be no happily ever after together, or together making kids .

What if this life is just a think?.

Starstruck I gaze at
memories that glimmer faint
and hide in old light

I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille

i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much

My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.

7 billion stars
.
.
.
all is in motion
.
.
ignore yourself
.
.
you stop and see the roses
.
.
picked for it's colors
.
.
a personality so thick it smiles even when it frowns
.
.
constantly chasing its sound
.
.
searching the land
.
.
pedals and strand
.
.
open up and understand
.
.
.
talking to a lily
.
.
letting you decide where it is we go
.
.
.
it's amazing, how you take control

She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote

Heart is the door
which opens wide,
                         and
Anger is the lock
who trying to lock,
                      never
                       ever
                        got
                      to.  Y
   ­           S.               E
         U.                       K
      C.                              e
   C.             L                    h
    E          s      O              t
   ­   E      a.         V.        s
           D,               E   i

I'm sinking farther into the sea
Air cut off, unable to breathe

But it's not all too bad
The water's warm
and the fish look nice

It's a shame I can only see this
By myself
at the end.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

There are approximately 470,000 words in the English language

4 syllables in “Hey, How are you?”

9 letters in “Beautiful”

3 words in “I love you”

And still

I can’t find a single thing to say

When your smile accidentally makes my day.

Green-yellow dust spins
On dark cement, painting an
Ode to Starry Night

I makes $7.50 an hour. I sweep up behind others.
I's gittin to be an ol man. My two uncles got lynched outside of Greenville.
I quit school when I were 13,
but I served my country in Vietnam to **** our enemies.
Lost most of my left arm. Makes it harder to push a broom.
I takes the bus to home and work.
Thanks to Mrs. Parks I don't have to sit in the back no more.
I go fishin to get away from it all.
Catfish--that's what I like to catch.
Fry 'em up real good.
When I was a kid, had to get off the sidewalk
to let them white ladies go bye.
To be honest, things hasnt changed much in Mississippi.
Don't go out in the night--you might get shot for no good reason.
I's still remember the KKK in them white robes.
All them burning crosses.
Now them folks where coats and ties.
Well, I gots to *** back to work or theyll kick me out.
You have a good night, ya hear.
Thanks for bein so nice to me.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

Concern are of great value
and peace will turn
the earth green

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When did relationships
Get defined
By a read receipt?
Will we
Now
Only measure intimacy
By a tweet?

What do we have left,
Why can’t we
Go back
To laughter
In a diner seat

I stared today at rough-hewn hands while lost in troubled thought.
Memories of wrongs they’ve touched and happiness they’ve fought.
Foolish choices, and choices not, were villains all the same.
My hands, it seemed, the sculptors of a gallery of pain.

Pondering these tragedies, my mind adrift and cluttered.
When suddenly a butterfly from the darkness fluttered.
And through my aching self-despair her hopeful glow transgressed.
Upon my wretched fingertip she gently came to rest.

She looked at me and turned her head, I followed with my own.
Her eyes began to smile at me with love I’d never known.
The warmth of her affection spread and overwhelmed my fear.
I saw her lips begin to move and brought her to my ear.

“These hands of yours you gaze upon are gentle, as you see.
I trust in you with all I am that they will not hurt me.
Actions taken, others’ tears are not one and the same.
The strength of caring does not have to carry with it blame.”

I whispered back “How do you know this gentleness is true?
I’ve never heard such lovely things from anyone but you.”
“Then I will stay, right here,” she said, “if you will hold me tight.
Keep me safe with loving hands and I will be your light.”

I owe to her my everything for now I understand,
How magnificence personified could love these troubled hands.
I’ve held her close, my life and back, and though I’d lost my way.
I’ve found my light, she is my love, my hope, my every day.

I watch the city burn
Through the vignette windows
Of tear-gassed souls.

And hell's fire ablaze
Between cracks of tears
Of childhood fears

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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