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so succulent
is love as it leaves your mouth

but how bitter and rancid it may be
when it tries to force its way back in
The trapped soul

Don't you think we all are being trapped? .
In... In a schedule
A schedule which is not being made by our own self,
But is a contribution of all,
Alllllllll the human beings?

Come out from it,
Creative humans;
******* your imagination,
Observe the elements your eyes are seeing which is eleminated by diversions.

Fix and mix your mind,
Bring the capturing out from focal of your eyes.

Illness, nausea, emotions let it all goo,
Know you soul.

The trapped soul.
I beg you Lord
I want to  be mad !
I am an addict
in need of saving
you're my heroine
For me ....,
Sometimes, she is a woman.
Sometimes, she is a girl.
Sometimes, she is my angel.
Sometimes, she is my mother.
Sometimes, she is my sister.
Sometimes, she is my ***** friend.
But, she is always my torch bearer.
Loud voices surround me like flames
And yet I am frozen into place
Unable to move
Unable to speak
Only able to listen
I am frozen into place
Unable to escape
Trapped by your expectations
Tortured by your constant fighting
I want to run
I want to cry
But I am frozen
The Concrete Poet
Fragile are the moist lips of your lover.


even more fragile, are the words that fall from them.
Lines of poetry
Before they fall
To the ground and
S          A    T    
     H               T      E  
Into a mumble-jumble
Of meaningless letters

Trying to figure out
What I am feeling
What I want to say
In this
S                L
    W       R
Of intangible emotions
That I must put to words

Us poets understand
That crawling feeling
The need to get feelings down on paper
To make sense of what we
What we want to know
Before the thought slips our mind

Poems are creatures
They are extremely shy
And when they come to you,
They will escape as fast as they can
Write them down before they leave
You must be their only escape
From the torturous world
That they come from
Inspired by a poem by Gabriele called “Untitled”.
It looks like this:


this moment
before it
runs through
my fingers
Capturing it
in a tentative
line of an
unborn poem
Am I even human if I don't want relationships ?
Any kind. Not only romantic ones.
I just can't deal with people
And with myself but also really some people, most people just mess me up
So much
What the ****
Three's a crowd but this is way too much
It's too loud, inside voice is enough
The drinks stopped working
The chitchat got annoying
Now I'm trying to leave
It's getting hard to breathe
Not enough walls in this house
Not enough cheese for this mouse
All these noises I can't block out
Right now I wish I was knocked out

I forgot what I came for
Am I still on the same floor?
Tried to take it slow
Now I just wanna go
But it's still too soon
Room full of unpopped balloons
I love watching
your playlist stir
from songs about me,
to songs about her.
music speaks words
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
Perdue Poems
Though plunged in dark
I await the return
With doves and larks
Of the rising sun
I guess you don't realize

Sometimes the truth is better not told
There's so much I want to say to you
You never wanted me
Not until he did anyways
Like a spoiled child with his favourite toy
You couldn’t let anyone else have me,
So you snatched me away from my chance at happiness
To keep me here
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
Atoosa Kourosh
Keeper of Secrets
     I’m an open book
With Heart Untamed
Eyes that see into you with just a look
Connections made, emotions unnamed
Turn my face to the sun with a new outlook
Remember the joy with no regrets
Keep in touch with your true self and with those who recognize and honor you
Jurtin Albine
what's left unsaid?

if never the time was taken to be read.

in the fields of flowers
where pollen falls
and nothings there to collect
lies weaves
in the petals veins
in the sorrow that is bleed
from the honey comb that stuck to the roof of my mouth.

what's there if never?

what's better?

if forever takes so long that we have the chance to forget.

and if I had one regret
it would be that regret.
Olivia Elgison
I inspire to be something more
than just words on paper.
A gateway to galaxies unreachable
or a herd of wild songs
stampeding to undiscovered colors.
I don’t want to be left wondering
what I could have been.
So I will pick up my sword
and arm my soldiers
and I will fight towards that abstract destination
until I have decided that I am enough.
Lance McDonald
All the resentment
Such a tiring sentiment
I see no end to all of it

Why do you do this to yourself?

Babbling on to no end
No wonder they don’t want to be my friend.
It’s okay, it’s to be expected

There is no need for this

Walking together, alone

I am alone
It’s to be expected but…

You know the truth

Why do you do this to yourself?
There is no need for this
Because you know the truth

It’s okay to feel this way
You are not alone
It’s okay to feel this pain
You have others
It’s okay

Stand tall together
Walk together
A trip to the war inside my mind. I know I'm not alone but the thoughts will continue to haunt me to this day.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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
and it is a quiet kind of love we share,
a ghost of a lifetime between us.
it is solid and soft, a force like the sea,
gentle as summer breeze.
it is careful and measured, an ebbing and flowing, waning and waxing.
it is like breathing, to love you, and I will, long after my lungs give out.
Mark Upright
The World Requires Edmund Black’s Random Acts of Doughnut Kindness (1/36)


a friend mutual on HP
sent me your poem below
asking me to respond appropriately,
close the tale, he said,
and that I would understand,
thinking by being marked,
I had some expertise in the matter

perhaps you are unaware that the world
exists only because there are at least thirty six^
righteous men on the earth and
personally believe,
there are more

who they are, a well kept secret,
but secrets tend to leak so...

only one,
Mr. Edmund,
employs a dozen doughnuts
(chocolate frosted)
to follow through
on the most important
commandment human
love thy neighbor
with a dozen holies

I’m told that like certain loaves of bread,
a dozen doughnuts
now have along with
wine and water
a place in the repertoire of the selector of the
thirty six

which needs noting,
a dozen
is 1/3 of thirty six

sometimes the answers are in the wholes of the holiest!

Edmund black
Jul 15

My Perfect Morning

The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing  life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to  this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s  
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady  I had to
Go run  some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect

I live life
For the inexplicable
Life is love and love
     Always gives
^Mystical Hasidic Judaism as well as other segments of Judaism believe that there exist 36 righteous people whose role in life is to justify the purpose of humankind in the eyes of God. Jewish tradition holds that their identities are unknown to each other and that, if one of them comes to a realization of their true purpose, they would never admit it:
‘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.
When I was younger
I used to teach all the stars
All the childish tricks
They could play on the older night

Before my eyes would drip
So much blue and red
I got to color with all the crayons
Inside the clouds of all the universes

Before I had to decide which days
Needed exactly how many drops of rain
Or if the sun was even
Worthy enough to shine
Meticulous planning out
So that everyone else could see
More than just a plain blue sky

Now my two small numbers change pace
To catch up to my soul
As I still communicate in breaths
I have come to realize
That this thing with the weather
I've been an idiot
To think that this decision was ever mine
Do you ever feel
Do you ever think
Fight that feeling
And take the
                  ­  rs
                      to the top floor.
i wanted to try something new. Hope you like it and can read it! :D
Absent Minded
My friends play the game.
Over the music drowning out my sentience,
All I hear is button mashing,
Groans of defeat,
And laughter.
But all I can think about
Is the gun
My best friend keeps
Tucked hidden away
Under his pillow
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.
We are so capable of love...but still choose to be toxic...
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.
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
Emma P
When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting

she listened to the static of the television
hoping it would fill the void of what he left behind.

Vanessa Viniegra
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
it costs nothing to be kind
until some ****
decides to jack up the prices
to someone you know.
After all the things
He spent with me… I was
Never a note — a flower — only
A brief connecting flight.
I am not the type
Clinging to security — yet —
What once were fingers
On delicate hand, are
Crooked — Clawing.
Howbeit his snake coiled,
Relents its wring. And slow release…
Relieves my grief.
You make all my fears go away
It’s no longer a rainy day
A weight is lifted from my shoulders
I feel lighter
I feel brighter
I don’t think there is anything I can’t do right now
Food sounds really good too
Maybe a cheeseburger
Or some chips
Or pizza
Or maybe all three
You make me want to climb a tree

I love you ****
You make my day bright
In the coldness of depression
You always win the fight
I wish you wouldn’t go away
I wish you were here to stay
Especially when I’m feeling gray
You take all my money
You’re so funny

I love you ****
When I’m feeling blue
I just look at you
I roll you
I smoke you

I love you ****
You help me with all my needs
When no one understands me
You make me so carefree
I love when other people smoke ****
It’s a quality you can’t exceed

I love you ****
Thanks for understanding me
And for helping me climb that tree
It won’t be long now
Until I have to go
And smoke another bowl
Of course I was high when I wrote this.
multi sumus
...its only after you run out of words do you truly know what to say...
thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright
hurting is healing
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