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Washed my hands in ***** water
To cleanse my deepest sins
Caught a ride on a dragonfly
Oh, the places I’ve been
Spent those days in an endless maze
LSD induced
Took my blade and cut my way
Through the issues of my youth

Deaf and blind I knew it all as I shook my angry fist
Clarity met me here at the bottom of life’s pit

Do we cross a point of no return
Do we step beyond to live and learn
If evil’s tempted by all that’s good
Perhaps the scheme is misunderstood
My demon fights for love within
It’s a consuming flame that never ends

As he threw the silver at their feet
He could taste his bitter wicked deed
It festered in his immortal soul
His beliefs became his greatest foe

 So dare to put this to the test
And learn to love yourself the best.
Shadows of lost souls roam to and fro or move on.
Dallas, November 1963
Jackie wears a pink dress at her husband’s request
Unaware that it’ll soon be a mess
As they ride through a crowd of the press
She wonders which **** her husband gonna **** next
Questioning how much fake can her heart take
She does a deep breath but suddenly
A bullet shot hits his neck & another through his head
Leaving poor old Kennedy for dead
Blood staining Jackie’s pink dress
Lyna Salman
The divine used the same brush
To paint you and me the same
And with a sliding simple touch
We were born with a different name

Twin flames ignite even from far
Connecting from under the skin
Like Pollux and Castor the star
One light out of a magical twin

Listen to your deep dancing heart
I am in infinite tango with you
We are one flowing soul one part
Even if the mirror reflects two

∴ Lyna Salman
their small talk
their half empty smiles
their exaggerated cackles
their silent judgement
their simmering rage
their quick temper
their sideways glances
their blissful ignorance
their stubborn ways
their bad habits
their herd mentality
their inconsistencies
their goodness
their rebellion
their resiliency
their power to overcome
If only we could stop and skip this year, we already did. 2020 is so tiring.
...But read the first two words again.
Live the light of your lie
I cannot accompany you
The truth would slowly die

I will live working towards light

I'd rather live through lessons

Even when they make me die a little..

Than perish in the shadow I'd never see
In the light that would be blinding me
Haunting me as I yearn to be free

A part of me was that life often seen
Accompanying it could never be me
Is that really free?

It left its mark

Thusly I am apart

Working towards my light
The past to be nevermore

It rains sometimes
But the dark has its own light

It does dream
Of making it real

It does work

It can heal..

The face in the mirror..
Are you real?
Cannae close my eyes
cannae open my mind
locked inside keeps dividing
everything spiralling.
Want to say hey
Rhyme gets in the way
Still here in the hay
I know I know
there's no such thing
as a new day only Tuesday
be there squared
I need a star I need three
for the moon full blood
lives inside of me
and I don't let it scream
and it hurts my being
so I wrote it in a poem
outside don’t worry.

Alex Scaife
Under the cherry blossom tree
He sits, looking to the sunset.
A life of moon, snow, and dewdrops
Content, his life does melt. So it is...
Death poem
Jesse stillwater
Healing leaves are now disrobed branches
on the edge of this wilderness.
Many tall Douglas Fir stand sentinel
over 100 foot tall amazing grace — the fleeting leaves
expose the beauty of the moss clad scaffolds
adorned with a lime-grey lichen lace
Nature is my refuge — solid ground to stand
in this harmony and peacefulness.

Jesse Stillwater — December 2018
Left as a comment yesterday, mused by "Healing Leaves" by Reena Sharma:
           ­                                                   hour
             Wafted in,
        ­      Fusing  
                                   with the smell
                                                             Of earth...(rain-drenched)

   Redolent              of
                     old,               rainy days

             Mellow morning
Enchanting aroma...

Jasmine efflorescence

Brings back memories somehow,....
Moon Cherry
There’s a universe inside of you,
But I’m just a little star.
Once my light is out,
There'll be none of me.
You gaze, admired it, then you close your eyes to sleep. Only to wake for the Sun.
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Until the end of time.
My dreams
It seems
Can be
Wierd and wonderful
Crazy but cool
All mixed up
As a general rule

I dream of unfinished buildings
Crazy hotels
Parking the car
Somewhere bizarre
going to a restaurant with no food
As a foodie that's not so good

but best of all is when I dream
of lying on a beach
on a private island
Eating ice cream!
Sunning myself and smiling!
Shane Roller
Dancing alone
     Under a midnight sky

I cry

Screaming your name
     Emotions burning
          In my mind

Searing doubts
     And blistering shame

So insane
     That someone so far away

Is so hard
To let go
Don't expect someone to love you,
if you don't love yourself..
I know I know I know
Human emotions are simply complex;
I understand but can’t control them.
Every second is different
I’m in the middle of polar opposite
thoughts and emotions.
I’m happy;
I want to be dead.
Bipolar milliseconds
are draining my core.
John parker
People cry in so much pain!

Over and over it's always the same!

Every time I open my eyes!

Thoughts invade my weaker mind!

Remembering the days I felt all new!

You I miss mum, I always do!
Seraphic voices
The wind baptizes your name
O' angel of mine
He brings no more
the flowers died
and they all flew away
she has bolts
lining her mouth
so she can't complain
about the taste
of the metal on her tongue,
her hips,
her waist⁠—
her eyes are glossed over
brown and blank
mom says they're beautiful
but they're faker than fake
but still
she'll sit up straight
while her gears
will shift around
they'll pierce the inside of her head:
like all the bullets in her brain
maybe that's why she's so sick
maybe that's why she's so sick

If only my scars were on the surface of my body. Then maybe you’d understand the burden of pain I have held.
Clouds blow the sun away.
More coffee.
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
It's like I'm not getting enough
Enough from me,
I'm getting tired and lost
Please hold on for me,
You look like a good guy and all
But my trust lost early.
cry yourself to sleep
and tell yourself it will be better in the morning
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
Jueria Shaik
Bad,,,,, Bad,,, Good.

Bad,,,,, Bad,,,, Bad,,, Good.

Bad,,,,, Bad,,,,, Bad,,,, Bad,,,,, Bad,,,, Bad,,,,,  Good.

Sooner or later.

Just why not 'sooner' rather than 'later'?  

Maybe.... Don't waste your time.
Just a Random Thought!
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
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
Maria Etre
We took the
to -----> a brilliant conversation
till.......(inhale)......we (exhale)........ran.........(inhale).......out.........(exhale)..­......of.........(inhale).............breath
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
She mean't that much to you

Even though you spent months


convincing me it was nothing.

I was stupid to think that maybe for once

just once

I would come first.

Because I'm different right?

Or were you always seeing her eyes

every time you looked into mine?
he is not worth it
you shine without all the distactions
read it again.

written on June 30, 2020

neglect and respect do not rhyme,
{will grant you one,
will give you none.

will demand one,
will send you some.

you poets,
always thinking
you can get away
with murdering
the English language.

***** of assonance,
you do not fool me,
I’ve killed a thousand
men’s “original”rhymes,
while you’ve been
fast sleeping,
they’ve been
fast seeping.

I’ll give you no quarter,
won’t spare a lousy dime,
my spare change,
is poet-unaffordable,
cheap suited hucksters.

work and ****
do rhyme.  
you can be one,
if you do not
put in some.

work by day,
slave by night.

awake to the sun’s
inquiry, what have
you done for me


all you have to show is this
scribbilus miscellaneous,
tear up your lice-ence,
poetic and DMV, you
ain’t going nowhere.

was branded by hot iron,
early on,
brandy channing.

your best nightmare,
guidance counselor,
great big fairie,
poseur, exposer,
m u r d e r e r
of awful poetry}

what do you stand for?
neglect and respect
you stand
I'll try to keep on
They'll get lost in
the distance-
I'll leave them behind,
  these innocent
David Lessard
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)
Riley Cartwright
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Sadly, I've forgotten the melody
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.
The silence is loud
Reverberation lingers
I long to hear you!
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