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𝓲𝓯 𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼 𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓴𝔂,𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾,𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓲𝓶 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓶𝓮...?

Erica Girone
Darling don’t be a fool
You may love them
But do not do for others
What they wouldn’t do for you

You may love them
But you need to love yourself too
J-J Johnson
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
Maybe if a lemon was red.
It wouldn't have such a sour dread.

Maybe if flowers were green.
They wouldn't have been seen.

Maybe if the sun was black.
It would have the bitterness it lacked.

Maybe if things were never grey.
The world would have had less dismay.

Maybe if I had no clue.
My life wouldn't have been so blue.

Maybe if my heart was yellow.
I would never have been sorrow.

Maybe if I’ve seen the colors.
I would have been less blind.

Maybe if the world isn’t drenched in the color of despair.
It would be better.
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
Palak Datta
☆                                  ☆                             ☆  

T                            H                          E
c r             own   I      we            ar
  c a        n  not  b e     s  e      en;
T h e   K i  n  g   d     o m     I  
    r u l e     stays      hid den.  
  c         a       V      i     t       y
  created by my Queen;
Depicts   the    LOVE
 that was forbidden.
Love is a tragedy!
I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
where the scars
used to be.

Leila The Kiwi
I might sing off tune
I might stumble on words
I might forget lyrics

I'm trying
My best

It's touching
That you're
Still listening
To me.

here the cold creeps tonight
like a thief
slowly picking the locks
of my cabins foresight

how could i be at ease
when the wind sails
and the sails freeze

i am. autumn
sailing to the north
where it all begins
chilling waves come forth

i am. september
flinging amidst lost winds, allured
had one too many
but still unsure
© rekenerer
vol |22 at 2zero2zero on 22
Sometimes it’s better to walk away,
Holding your head high above the ground.
Sometimes it’s the silence,
That makes the loudest sound.
fiachra breac
hope has a still, small voice
Madi Dinneen
and suddenly, i was enough
I attend college in an apocalypse
I'm planning for a future that doesn't exist
Paying these grandiose establishments
So they can give me a piece of paper
A modern day participation award
this was in my drafts and I don't love it but I'm posting it anyways
the more i come to terms
that you aren’t coming back
the more my heart breaks
Dreamer in Hell
"I am so sick of escaping from reality!" he screamed loudly and went to take a nap.
तीस मिनट हंसी
तीस मिनट कसरत
ऐसी बना लो
अपनी फितरत
पालिये कोई शौक
ना रहेगा खौफ
थिरकिये बिंदास
हंसिये बेपरवाह
खाइए धूप
रहिये लापरवाह
होगा खून का
पूरा प्रवाह है
हृदय दिवस की
अमूल्य सलाह है
World heart day special
keep pouring into me
your fears
the shadows that haunt you
your pain
the bags that break your back
pour into me
i am just a vessel
for you to shed your skin
as to pretend to be anew again

but be wary that i’ve sat
with this heaviness for so long
that gunpowder rests in me
i am your gun, ready to load
and if you cut me too close
im bound to explode
Caage Gaber
Lines map my rough palms.
My nails a jagged notched path,
My hands a trek of bronze.
I wonder if my curious hands are searching or being searched...?
Preeti Karnwal
I have a desire because I'm lonely
I fear because I have a desire
sunset blood drains
from transient clouds
as a bone-white moon
hangs in haughty defiance
over a jaundiced prairie

and as the life-giving sun
descends into its earthly grave
centuries of ghosts
whisper their secrets
on the northern wind

they speak only of yesterday
having forgotten
the life of the present
and the promise of tomorrow
as darkness gathers
Kronos laughs.
He sent you,
my other half,
my missing piece,
the air in my lungs,
the reason
my heart beats.
He sent you at the wrong time,
and theres not a thing I can do
to turn back the clock,
to get you back.
My helplessness
consumes me.
Hope is lost.
to have the right person come into your life at the wrong time.
Emma Sims
I long to be a river
That doesn't end in the sea
A creek for the meek
Saltwater in cheek
Aquatic heartbeats
Sunken chests
And me
I want to walk a path in life just as unique as I
Alexandria Lang
i cannot recall specific dates
my memories live in the songs i listened to on repeat in the long nights
replaying them now to bring me back,
romanticizing my life as if it was some cinematic masterpiece
i try to hard to just hold on to the past but the past no longer exists in the present
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t


So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t


waves crashing amidst foam
the sky lost behind cloud
an ocean swelled in my lungs
when her voice spoke aloud
those waters pulled me under
and as i drowned, i gazed above
her magic, unlike any other;
an unspeakable kind of love

To write of love
Is to be naked
To be seen

To be open
And vulnerable
It is terrifying
I looked up at the ceiling
and imagined the stars

as if I was lying on the ground
with the universe around me

As if the wounds
and words
never existed at all
Bethany M P
The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry
Everywhere I turn
there's no one.
And it's suffocating me,
this deafening emotional silence.
It's wrapping around me tightly,
refusing to let me breathe in the happenings around me.
Sooner or later,
it'll get too tight,
squeezing me into a void where I've no need for air.
And, I'll be happy to be there.
We grew apart;
With bruises in our hearts.
We were fated;
To be separated.
I came,
You saw,
I smiled,
And you fell,
In love..
September 2020
Today, three years ago, I lost you.
But I know,
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language,
even the phrase "I love you"
Doesn't make any sense.
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
grumpy thumb
If I could
I'd take your smile
put it away until times weren't kind
I'd add it to the wink you left behind
That would carry me through most anything.

If I could
I'd preserve your kiss
Keep it safe until times of loneliness
Reminds me distance keeps you from me
I'd open the lid and let the touch
Carry me to you
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
i have had friends,
but only for a small moment,
every time they fade away
and i feel nothing,
no sadness,
only content,
i do best on my own,
friends are for fools,
and the friends of the fools,
they themselves are deceived,
for all the fools are fake,
just as are the friends
Not everything needs a poem
it’s already

good enough.
Mary Anne Norton
There you sit
Paper and pen.
In hand
Ready to write
For you so much easier
Then talking to a
Human being
How come you can't
What you so eloquently
Put on paper
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