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I’m here
I write
To leave a mark
That this pain
Is within me
I’ll die
I’ll be forgotten
My words
Will cease to exist
A proof
That I once
Was here.
B D Caissie
I’m a simple man and nothing more, of mediocre means neither rich nor poor.

People misunderstand my quirky ways, I don’t seem to give a flying fig these days.

I’m more than content with the man I’ve become, I march to the beat of my own drum.

I wear my failures like the finest weaves, but not foolish enough to wear my heart on my sleeve.

My imperfections I keep at my feet, so as not to trip I keep up with the their beat.

Don’t look to me as shrewd or savvy, I just found in myself a way to be happy.
Out of a dry root comes a rose, unique in color and of the rarest of form.

Out of the clay, a vessel is fashioned to carry the fire of his presence and reveal this love.

Out of the word comes the sound of his heart, and the strength of his purpose to impart.

Out of this turtledove, comes the cry of his voice, in a sweet melody that calms the noise.

Out of the darkness comes a great light. And the revelation to understand what is truly a delight.

Out of the heart comes the power to release what went before. And the will to determine to unlock by the spirit this hidden door.
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I seek what I lack to give myself , and I seek it with my heart , not my head.
And I feel it with my emotions not logic . So I allow another to take my most valuable possession and I allow them to brake it.

So many can relate , but we hide because we are afraid they will think less of us
Allow me not to forget
let me pour this pain
until i exhaust myself
with the impossible idea of you

Allow me not to forget
the fragments of yesterday
the stars have witnessed it
the moonlight beams for it
as you slowly
held my hand
"im not in love with you anymore."
"As long as there is breath in my body I will continue to fish"

Alone on the riverside he sits.  The air is fresh, and the river Tay is clear.  Simple pleasures to cherish.  A comfortable chair supports his frame.  No longer a young man.  Time is like the river.

2018 was his final year.
I love you because
You mourn a basement flat I never knew
Because your hair resembles monastery gold
And because you love old poems

I love you because
You listen to the words of tiny children
And because your belly is a mountain
You let me climb whenever it pleases me

I love you because
Together naked we are able to defy mirrors
You gave me the son I always wanted and because
I am unable to find the perfect words to fill this page
Jonna Adam
Do you know what is the worst pain in life...
To see the disappointment in the eyes of your loved ones...
When they see you...
The sigh, which they made...
When they see you...
which hold a lot of meaning...
Hurts like hell...
Their eyes and silence talks much more than them...
Still they  couldn’t understand you...
As you never let anyone...
They don’t know your helplessness or regrets...
They don’t see the pleading in your eyes...
They only saw the arrogance and selfishness....
Yet you smiled and talked...
Like you never saw the hurt in their eyes...

— Jonna Adam
mila splawska
some people find heaven in
a smell, a taste or a sound
i found heaven in
my love
queen of hearts
I have no idea what’s going on in my head but if I write it down on paper I can at least call it a poem
sometimes i don't know what to write, i just want it to mean something.
You held back with so much tension,
every time you laid a finger upon my skin,
and I never realized how much
you must've been fighting
your compulsions
to break through me.
Maybe it wasn't so romantic after all...
Lisa Madina
I cannot sympathize with you
I used to respect you
you've torn that into shreds over the years
I still care
I do what I can even if it doesn't feel like much on some days
I am doing what I can to be normal when all I feel is dysfunctional
What do you feel
I cannot say
I cannot read you like my favorite song anymore
You stare at me but what do you see
You've become mute to the language of tears
My anger and frustration
It bubbles up, it simmers down and you think that's all there is to me
You have become indifferent to my pain
It stays tucked away in my chest and refuses to leave my eyes
You shrug
you stare at the sky
you sigh
"If you cant accept me for me then leave"
Instead of working this out you've put up your hands up in the air
It is easy to pack up and leave
its convenient for you
But I wonder if you have felt anything towards me before this day
Was it all for show?
Was anything genuine between us?
I will never know
Kit Scott
oh my dear, are we not made of starstuff
are we not glittering like the night sky
smiling like nebulas and laughing like galaxies
we'll swing together in tandem
dancers to an antimatter beat
gas giants and red dwarfs watch on but
we only have eyes for each other

all the constellations know, dear
are we not the Alpha Centauri of the Earth
Alpha Centauri AB, made up of Alpha Centauri A and Alpha Centauri B, two stars so close together that they seem to be one when seen from Earth.
I don’t think
even I would care
if I disappeared.
The best high I’ve ever felt
Is the one I get when you tell me
You love me
I love you so much
A bulky cloud shouted and made noises at me.
So, I threw a stone at it.
The cloud spat in my general direction.
It ruined my day.
And **** anyone
Who likes
We are magnetic
But you put out fires
While I attract them
Yet somehow
I can never
but these are blooming thoughts,
so treat them as so—
admire their beauty as they continue to grow
slowly but surely,
we will come to know
if our love is a white or red colored rose.
Because you're smart, right?
Pretty charming, right?
Love the way the wind whispers and the rain cries.
Love things other than what Girls like.

Because you like bare face, right?
They're a carbon copy, right?
But you, you're a gem in the rough, undiscovered.
You, you're a lifeform with all of nature's secrets.
You, you're much better. [Right?]

You, you're different than those other Girls,

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.
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.
There's a difference between
lonely and alone
lost and searching
The sea of my mind shifts
and the change
causes ships to flood
leaving them to sink
i have a thin drop of water
between my thumb and index finger
that i play with when it rains;
you leap through the warmth
that comes with your tall summers;
everywhere i look, everyone is the same,
moving, writhing in the heat.
i am jealous. i am still. i am cold.
i am here,
in my southern winter,
my fever of snow.
Emily M
As I sit here,
Alone in my own thoughts,
I cannot help but wonder;
Am I ever truly alone?
No, I dare not say,
Alas, if I do not,
I fear my heart may explode,
Shattering me into a million pieces,
As my soul cries out in bewailment.

- Emily M
September 6th, 2018
A little older, but here it is.
Midnight Rain
the memory of your
presence is felt like an earth//quake

as if my soul has everted,
my heart has been torn...

every wave of emotion
is felt like the first time.

i become a spineless,

curling into myself
and crying out the storm
that has lived within me

your presence is missed like
cold rain in summer,

like a scarlet fire drawn in the
center of winter,

and when Autumn
leaves fall like teardrops
from trees,

darling, you are missed
like a heartbeat falling from a

and i shatter myself every day
from the earth//quakes your memory gave


you... are missed
most ardently...

you are the life within me now
and i cannot seep you out from
myself without
uprooting everything beautiful
you grew in me.
Once, I dreamed of you.
I dreamed that you got through.
You were no longer blue.
If only that were to come true.

Although I held on tight,
That dream flew off like a kite
Into the sky which is so deep and bright.
If only I wasn't so ignorant, that dream might-!

But this is reality.
I feel like the blame is on me.
You wanted to be set free.
If only I had reached out of my boundaries.

Soon, I'll forget.
I will no longer regret.
If only, if only, if only.
Alex Gifford
It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.
This came to me all at once. It's an attempt to describe the feeling of your mind being blown when everything lines up and finally makes sense.
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.
They told me
They were sorry
For my loss

But you’re
Not lost
You’re gone

No matter
Where I

To city’s
To towns
To countries

I will
Find you
silent library
those unspoken words on shelves
I ache to voice them
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Pearl smoke
Suicidal thoughts
Have been  entering my
Mind uncontrollably.

& I’m not scared anymore
"I remember your eyes —
          the babe at my breast;
your hand in mine, grass-stained with summer —
          my blackberry brother;
your laughter in my ear —
          my dearest friend of childhood;
your palm steady on my shoulder —
          my storm-laden father;
your iridescent grin —
          my golden-moon uncle;
your cavernous sigh —
          my agéd grandfather;
your breath in my lungs —
          my truest Lover."

Passing through
from form to form,
known from all angles,
lifetimes before lifetimes,
legs spread like a feast,
time and again
to be found.

All the stars
upon which I've wished,
bow down
from the heavens
at your feet:
amnesiac wanderings,
dusty prints
sleepwalking across Eternity
clutching the summer haze of childhood Edens
lost and regained
in the fractured paradise
of forgetting.

The cups run over
with sunflower wine,
dripping melancholy
between the lines
of the myths wherein we reside:
kings, queens, and in-betweens,
re-read, relived
for eons over.

The light has changed,
but falls the same,
draping ghosts
in the last smoke
from yesternight's embers,
the last note
from the bard's lyre,
fluttering lips to lips
at home in every language,
on mortal breath.

Dashed against the rocks,
tales and songs
lay scattered throughout the cobwebbed tomes.
From the ink-painted scrolls
I pick apart
You whom I've known
from the Time-spun spectres
throbbing fractals of blood and bone
along the murkiness
of sunken Archetypes.

Savoring these traces
my embrace waxes full,
and you smile inside me —
the sun, moon, and stars
rising, setting, rising
as I turn inwards to face You
bursting into Light beyond Color.

The Rainbow implodes in spirals
and shade fades to White:
yawning after comets,
grasping after dreams
where we dissolve back
to our native æther,
tails winding through trails,
gentle and reverent
as one would a wild animal,
robed in silent understanding.

Primal grief floods my eyes
with memories of dying gods
and love-murders.

For already do I know
as tears flow
birthing galaxies throughout the universe;
already do I know
that again we must go
there and away,
paper cranes set aflame,
set adrift
down the Milky Way.

Adrifting, we drift
to and fro,
the lantern prayers of another time
washing ashore
lightyears from home
in the cycle of salvation.

Questions and answers
make their rounds
in dialogues beyond querent-observer,
while demons and angels hang,
warnings and accolades
pinned to adorn the astral forests.

And primal grief
blinds my eyes
as again Time stretches before me
its labyrinthine coils
into the gloom
of Presents
past and future.
Pathways shine,
painful and familiar
where my glittering footprints
have paced the geometrics
of loss and searching:
the light has changed,
but darkness falls the same.

Every atom remembers my name,
traversing after fragments of You
rent asunder at the hands of Fate:
Isis after Osiris,
***** after Baldr,
and us
everything we have been
and everyone,
chasing ourselves in circles
around and through the one
then the other.

And how I hold You,
and how I lose You
slipping in the wake of falling stars!

And how I know You,
and how I knew You!

How, by destiny or doom,
we are bound
with scarlet threads.
I still feel your gaze
gleaming bright behind the clouds
you loved so well.
The day you could no longer watch them
scars my heart
with sorrow and repose
that you now float among them.

O Stars! I see you,
would know you anywhere,
anticipating the distance
closing between us,
our reflections growing larger
glimmering back and forth
in the darkness of Eyes.
"After the division the two parts of man, each desiring his other half, came together, longing to grow into one... And when one of them meets with his other half, the actual half of himself, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy... yet they could not explain what they desire of one another. For the intense yearning which each of them has towards the other does not appear to be the desire of lover's *******, but of something else of which the soul has only a dark and doubtful presentiment."

— Aristophanes on the soul, excerpted from Plato's "Symposium"
She kissed him
With question marks?
While he kissed her
With "quotations"
And together they became
a run on sentence...
It never ends.
He made me forget how Heartbreaks felt like, until he reminded me himself.
Nat Lipstadt
called me in for a consultation,

lean in,” he suggested, with nearly closed eyes,

“see the youthful optimistic predecessor,
the conqueror, who could not be defeated,
his thin images within still resides

the man of firm voice who when he spoke
above the rabble, all fell silent, and when he looked,
all could share his visionary insights and did not hesitate,
saying, we will do and we will listen,
but to follow, just did, wrapped
in your confidence

I want that boy back, smooth skinned, fearless,
do not return him till the shadows have dissipated,
the bruised lines of worry have evaporated,
the hands look unscathed, then raise them in
self-supplication, demanding satisfaction,
then in success, born overhead, marking appreciation,

let us adventure forth, straightening tilting windmills,
punishing renegades and dragons fearful,
saving damsels who waited just for our arrival,
shedding courage upon those who watch us,
cheering and being cheerful

here is your mighty pen,
cut sharp the poems out from the within,
read them slow, winding to now crooked old friends,
who remember everything dear, their youth of no fear,
the best of past, dreaming poems, mist born, fog vapor gone,
of black and waiting white, worthy words all revived

return to me in blazes,
sumptuous colors of derring-do,
I need that child brave, for perhaps
you have not noticed my flaking slivering skin,
the expanding cracks that cross my images,
just like you!

I need you to rebirth you,
I need you to rebirth me!

8/16/19 reflections from a blue glacier
Poetic T
Between the

                          "I love you,s,

       Is your smile...
some of us
weren’t meant to be happy
some of us
were meant to be poets
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