If a writer
Falls in love with you
       you can never
                die................

She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.

you speak with the softest voice
and suddenly i'm in.
you have me,
heart and soul,
all yours.

even as you whisper,
mundane things: okay, yes
mere responses, but my heart feels a tug.
and as you whisper and say
even more: i like you too, i miss you too
my heart feels both liberated and weighed down by all that i feel towards you.

this frequency we're in,
the channel of all that i feel towards you and more,
i will always treasure and cherish.

you speak with the softest voice,
and suddenly i'm in.
my mind goes blank and  
my heart's all yours.

By. Lauren

What is poetry?
A lost art form I can not seem to remember?

A distant man,
He's different but the same,
And while he had up and ran
I still owe him my name
Can't say I resent him,
But the love can be strained
I wish we had understanding,
Yet it's just a pain

i fear to let go
to close my eyes
and wake to find you
gone

- p. winter

I accepted
love
When I least
expected it.

Memories like drops in the sand
but  not lost
they come and go
today and always

The feeling of petals brushing my face
wrapped my body in your vibrant voice
the complicity of ours skins
and the delicious humidities

I remember that day
that moment
that you
today and always

We are all put down.
Never picked back up.
We wave goodbye to faces.
That we will never see again.
Moments spent in laughter.
Dissipate to sadness.
We stop calling friends that were everything.
Now are a distant memory.

They met up.
She said: we’re done.
He pleaded.
She rolled her eyes.
He cried.
She laughed.
He sniffed.
She blew smoke into the air.
He coughed.
She walked away.

living on cloud eight
one less than higher demand nine
this view is just fine

I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.

Calm as a creek,
Strong as a river,
Beautiful as a flame,
Dangerous as a wildfire;
Do not cross a woman
With a mind like the ocean
And a soul made of fire
If you are not prepared for a
storm

I walked until I saw the ocean.
And the wind made me think.
I stared at the waters and I saw your eyes.
I closed mine and I could feel your hand.

Memories of a past that I did not live.
In a present that I cannot see.
Dreaming about a future that don't belong to me.

I think that is my purpose.
A dream surfer.
A mind dweller.
A dead poet.

But now my feet are wet.
My clothes are not clean.
The sun is about to set.
In an image that I've never seen.
The sun kissing the sea.
In a picture that not even the gods could foreseen.

I must now go to a place that I cannot be found.
Deep waters….
If you want you can come too.
Because in the depths of my mind I found you.

I smell
Brownies
The warm, luscious smell
Enveloping me in sweetness.

It’s made from the box?
That’s ok.
It still smells good.

Now listen to the truth: You have little to no power.
What happens is by pure chance and the roll of the dice.
There is no karmic response from the universe.
You are ironically sentient for no reason other than to suffer.

So what is the point? The midnight ocean, a tropical
Sunset, vanilla ice cream, words that resonate, a good battle won,
The feel and taste of a lover, the child skipping down the street,
The energy of sunlight and the calm of darkness. And one more day.

Now I come to the end of myself
And my skins crawls off the walls
Off the walls

I bend and I break
As I give and I take
For a softer way
For a yesterday

But it never comes
And if ever does
Will I be ready?
Will I be there?
Because right now I’m nowhere
But I’m everywhere
And I float high in the thin air
Right here
Right there

If this is what growing up means
I shall do it all by myself
Part of being young is no more
Now that I've got a taste from death
And buried my brother

Oh, days of youth. How I do, do miss you

You held the paper
between you lips
and inhaled

I've never
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette

I am here, but you can't see me.

I am close, but you can't touch me.

I am thinking of you, but you don't know it.

I am praying for you, but you don't hear it.

I care for you, but it may not be obvious.

I cry for you, but keep my tears carefully hidden.

I am here.

How different would things be if I weren't?

Sometimes,
being good
isn't about
acting kind.

The softer the skin,
The sharper the teeth,
Smiling back in a paradigm of grief.

My shadow
it wants to be me,
it's jealous,
can't walk and can't sleep.
It thinks
that I'm living a dream,
and to be me
it would do anything.

Be careful
what you wish for
- I say to it.

why can't you see
that i love you
maybe its cause
i can never tell you
as days go by
i fall a little more
knowing that
you'll probably never
feel that way too
~thara

i am a girl that is gone.
i am a boy that is gone.
i am something in between that is gone.
gone, gone, gone.
altogether.. i am gone.

If you've seen me
If you've listened

If you read me,
I am fire.
Filled with ambition, love, an emotion.
I'm my own canvas
I write my story.
If I were a book, would you read through all
The pages from the hurting to success?

What is real to you
Will prosper.
I imagined her into my life
While I was writing blessings to him
For a new chapter; knowing it won't last.
I'm happy with all these pages,
Yet I'm still writing

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.

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.

Fri, 23rd August 2019

I know we've met before
Let it be in dreams or real life
I know you're my better half

-K