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Her fingers that are so lovely
I wish she had one more of em
Lovely like honey
Her fingers slip and slide
Akira Chinen
do you ever think that
maybe the sun gets tired
that maybe she just needs
one night to herself
just one night to sleep
one day off to let
her fiery hair down
to find an ocean
big enough to swim through
a river wide enough
to float down

do you think she minds
that we write so many
poems to the moon
that we marvel
in awe and wonder
mesmerized by the moons light
forgetting even at night
its her light
lighting our way

do you ever wonder
what it must be like
to always be rising
to always be out
to always be hanging
somewhere in the sky
to always feel the fires burning

to never know the joy
of a cool breeze
to never find shelter from the heat
in the shade of a great oak tree
to never have your hands
go numb from playing in the snow

what must it be like to be the sun
do you ever stop to think
how tired she must be
to always be burning
burning so bright
all that light
all that warmth
keeping this earth alive

do you think she minds
all the poems we write to the moon
that we stay up so late
sleep in so often
and treat doing so as a luxury
that we relish the time
she is absent from the sky
do you think she minds
In a dream
I drank the color
of your eyes,
and swallowed
the tone
of your voice
I will wait for you,
We said to each other
Love in both of our eyes.
We love talking about when we were babies
Comparing our parents’ genome and trying to figure out why we are so unique.
Gazing at the stars,
In the season of your name.
Your energy is for me
My eyes were closed
Now they’re open.
I don’t give up on people
And I’m glad you don’t either.
Interlocking loops,
like smoke rings blown by

perhaps a two headed dragon

dragging on cigars,
connect the stars,
revealing constellations
no nation has yet defined.
I see the reed bed where we said goodbye.
We watched how slowly darkness seized the sky.
Deigos floated astray across the pool.

The chirping of the crickets left the glade.
Besides the rim, perhaps a willow swayed.
Perhaps the harvest moon was beautiful.
my lungs are screaming
heart is longing
always longing
for somewhere i’ve never
even been.
longing for somewhere that
may not even exist
but i can smell it
i can feel it
i can put myself there
and for a moment i feel the calm
the space
and the peace
i’ve needed
for what feels like forever.
as you bleed, remember that
another’s love
can never fill you
while you pick
holes in yourself
Super excited to announce that my book, after writing it for about 3 years, is at last finished, edited, and I’ve submitted it for publication.

Keep your eyes open for a little title called Golden, everybody
starve a fever
stuff a cold
momma’s little
nugget of gold

usually enough
to do the trick
but what do you do
when your brain is sick?
i detest sunday evenings
My lover is as pink as the evening hour appears, his lips are as soft as a fully grown rose petal, streaked with watermelon underneath willow trees. Shadows that seem to dance around his face as the evening light fades into darkness.
Path Humble
your best stuff will never be posted here

goose, you crack me up,
your bests stuffs can never be posted,
the tender stroke away of a child’s tear,
the welcoming of a smile delightfully unexpected,
a first grade art project so successful
it is mounted forever on a
front door Hall of Fame

a good cry all your own,
in private sobbing,
mouth mourning the absence of
a kiss on the back of your neck
shivers with surprising waves of pleasure,
that announces you are more than noticed

if you can post these stuffs,
call me asap,
because that’s the sight
I wanna see & be,
when only the best stuff you got given,
given got,
becomes real


i'm not looking for god,
but i'm down on my knees.
chest pain and it's getting harder to breathe
tornados hyperventilating through my lungs
ocean tides are rising
blurring out my vision
desert waves of heat burning up my skin
the rage of an amazonian fire
scalding my hopes and dreams
vertebrae line my spine like jagged mountain peaks
rips in my nail beds
the parting red sea
callous on my hands the way you were callous to me
he he he...
you're a dream

la la la...
how could it be?

du du du...
i love you.
when internet connection is down and nonsense strikes
wait a little longer, kay?
Chelsea Rae
Strange, isn't it?

The way we mourn those
Still living...
I miss you.
Eyes, like estuaries,
droplets carry our weary emotions,
into a sea,
where needing cedes its frustrations,
the turbulent I,
let me run dry.
Wala nang piglas sa bakal na gapos
Gigil na pangil ‘di pigil pagyapos
Poot ay lubusan kong natatalos

Kahit patuloy paring minumulto
Ng anino ng pumariwarang pagkatao
Huwag pong ikukubli mahabaging puso

Kahit ako’y salat na sa lakas
Dahil sa mga sugat ng nakalipas
Huwag po tutulutan na tuluyang malagas

Ako’y nakikinig sa pagbasa ng sentensiya
Mga tenga’y bukas, piniringan man mga mata
Dustain man sa yamot, sa away Mo’y tiwala

Talim ng ‘yong dila sa puso tusok
Mga aral nito’y pinapapasok
Sa bulwagan ng diwang ‘di pa bulok.

*sentimental mood
My Poem No. 59
Creator Sun
Do they see me?
Do they hear me?

Can you see me?
Can you hear me?

Am I here?
Do I exist?

Those are just some questions that run through my mind,
Everytime they look away, don't respond, don't acknowledge;
I wonder if you know that I'm here,
But you just don't care.

They never do, do they?

Can you hear me?
Have you ever felt isolated? Like when you've been ignored by someone? The sad thing is that I'm sure that all of us have felt the feeling of loneliness before.
Shadows of voices
I can hardly hear
Breeze through my windows
I thought you were here
Wake with heartbeat racing
But your no where near
I turn, close my eyes

Shadows of voices
Whispers to me
Dad I'm ok.
And I will be
Leave your window open
Feel the breeze
Be at ease Dad
Talk to me till the sun comes up
Spill your soul into mine
I’ll sleep when I’m dead

i decided to drop in and say hello, expecting that my nervous feelings would soon mellow.

he said hey in return,
my heart set on fire and i could feel it burn.

but i'll let him in and go after that beautiful face,
and hope that somewhere in his heart i'll find a place.
I'm sorry I stole your sweatshirt
I was aiming for your heart
This was the closest I could get
Without completely falling apart
I'm sorry
Brian McDonagh
Some new can be the same
And some same can be new.
New can be same
If there are the same results,
The same viae
To arrive at the same loci.
Things are different though
All the same.
What happens when I stare at a waterfall for a while.
Layla Emory Holt
Scars of past loves
Have led me here
Into your arms

And I can’t help
But look over your shoulder
As I love you

And I can’t help
But read between the lines
As I talk to you

And I can’t help
But think too hard about it all
As I try to fall asleep
Next to you


They haunt me like no tomorrow

And I don’t want to seem “crazy”
I don’t want to seem like “too much”

All I want is to be enough.
WL Schuett
She is a hive full of
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
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.
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.
a world like this
was never meant to hold you
you're too beautiful
Denny Crow
As you stood there

With your heart in one hand

And nothing in the other

I knew I would take them both.
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.
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.
With pencil in hand
Take these lines
And draw me
Every edge
Every curve
Every angle

Bring me to life
With each stroke of your pencil
So that I feel every
Every feather light touch
On the paper
As you draw

Shade me so that my shadows come to life
Bring me forth
from the darkness
So that I may see the glorious light

Create me
In the way
And the shape you see
For it is through your eyes
That it is when I truly
Come alive...
You're my favorite kind of thief,
stealing my heart,
but letting me be.
someone out there
is praying
for the moon
for you
Lee Aaun
Take time to make
your soul
happy in love.
P-Røšę Pøę

     if you write

your feelings down

      and threw them away,

they would...

       go away too ?

    don't allow-


consume you anymore.



          is not

refundable but,

           hearts apparently are

     when you return

            your heart,

time ignores the loss

       time will always win


          never look back

    you shouldn't either
rose hopkins
No more
curling into
my embrace
purring your
No more
gently at the door
my attention.
No more
racing madly
through the grass
chasing shadows
and sunbeams.
Oh Minnie
I miss your presence
but still
I sense your essence.
my beautiful cat Minnie was involved in a hit and run two days ago. She didn't survive.
melissa rose
I let you go.
Not because I do not love you
in that I do.
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.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
You're dancing away with a smile,
never return
Leaving only jealousy behind
Thanks as always, darling
Can you love me better next time?
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