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last rainy night
why is it that you are my calm and my storm at the same time?
You strengthen me
Stretch me tall in fond pursuit
And call my waking trees to move with subtle hints

Familiar as the folding sound
Between quiet rustling parchment leaves
Becoming new our newest sounds as an inkwell drawn

Like a sunlit jewel your dulcet glow
Is stumbling down a sketched path of painted memory
Colored by every season anew with the hues of you

Don’t cry when I am no more seen, my felicity
It was always and with you in mind
That you made me want to try
Painted Words Between Distant Mailboxes is built around a song, a sketch, a classic story. Separated by time and space no more. These lovers turn now, to face a new fate, having not been left alone in an empty word. "Through the long and lonely night." We persevere until the dawning bright. Shines back at us with joy.

Yang pastinya kuyakini,
Sadar ataupun tidak sadar
Saat merenung
Selalu saja
Ada sesi tebak-tebakan tentang masa depan

Jikalau, atau bagaimana
Pastinya sudah terlintas di dalam kepala
jeffrey conyers
Hey, you.
Let her know.
This love is reserved for her.

Hey, you.
Let her know.
This man in love with her.

She seems to think I'm playing games.
As if she just someone I don't love.
But my friends can show her I am for real.

So, hey you.
Please, let her know.
This love of mine is reserved for her.

By now she has seen me everywhere.
She can call me her shadow.

If I didn't care?
I wouldn't chase.
Except, she strictly is my kind.
A strong woman in spirit and mind.
I smile
I laugh often
slowly letting go of the hurt
and pain
you have caused
I have forgiven you
but my poetry...  still
needs me to hurt

just a little longer
Coral Red
Yes, I am fifteen, yes I’m young, but the pain? She’s old. The pain is old in a new soul, tossed through bodies of my family tree. I’m young and I’m old, my soul is fresh my agony is deep and withering within the depths of my mind. I will take every last bit of pain till the water is clean and my seeds are pure. I will take it all away so that you my future dear will never have to live this way.
Meaning, I’m a young girl with lots of pain, it’s like a cycle in my family that hits every fresh born baby, my mom, my grandmother, now me and I’m taking this pain, all of it so that my baby will never live like me.
Rivers speak in short bursts of water,
hustle preciousness, scurrying
it fast lest its stolen.

Rivers speak in falling, tumbling,
ferocious roars, the real kings of the
jungle that lions and wild elephants,
panthers and serpents
bow to, as they serve themselves
a moutha.

Rivers are open books,
they don't gossip in hushed voices.
You can hear from far the
husky voice and gruff tones
that inspired the Godfather
and Scarface baritones.
Dons of the jungle inspiring
dons off it.

Rivers 'gush and splash',
not aware they are a music bash,
they have been rock consorts from aeons,
they were the first concertos and conductors,
they are nature's maestros playing
an earthly orchestra performed
through mountains and valleys
sans speakers or amplifiers,
reverberating and blending
through miles of quiet.
Like CDs and trees,
we can't cut rivers, thankfully.

Rivers have pride.
They don't weep at all
but flow on even as they fall
down thousands of feet.

We marvel at the majesty
but do they roar because they hurt,
tears hidden in gazillions of water
we consume ultimately?
Ain't a flowing and moving
being not one living?
I have proof because they gently
caress and whisper when I dip
my hand as they drift along.

Thats not all.
Rivers moan when they lose their way
and enter towns against their will and say,
at the *** end of their patience,
the beginnings of destruction.

We cut nature to size, they cut
us open out of turn,
the bloodletting vanishing into
a life force otherwise
rasping and roaring,
splashing and rocking,
now moaning and drowning
people as a last resort
when all hope is lost.

Rivers speak.
If only we listened.
I've rarely wished
For a weekend
To be over more.
A "poem" every day.
At first,
I stood in the rain because it hid my tears.
Then I realized I stood in the rain because I relate to the rain,
I’m not afraid to fall for you.

I’ve never been afraid to fall for you,
It’s an beautiful fall,
And I have faith that you’ll catch me,
Everytime I fall for you.
I went to drop off my girlfriend today at her college, and **** it was tough. I thought if I focused on our future or good moments I'd be fine. But noticing how your daily routine of like waking up next to her or kissing her head everynight changes temporarily it kicks you in the ***** and heart.
Sona Lachina
I sense this world is not what it seems
This sugar-plum Home, some counterfeit dream
Where I might have played
        dress-up in mother's closet
And pretended to be grown -- like her
And beautiful -- like her

Where I might have had enough to eat
        Safe inside a child's sleep
My sparrow's heart tucked in with a story

Tonight I drank the star-studded sky
As the need for why
        dissolved in my cup
Now is enough --
Her smile sits
on the curb of a road
between Summer
and Fall.
Did he drown?
Did he hit the ground?
Did he take flight again
Like a goose gone south for longer
Than a winters night?
Daedalus should’ve done a practice flight

Did he laugh?
Did he throw his head back?
Did he let himself fall
And with a smile on his face
Feel peaceful fright?
Needing less discipline to fall than to take flight

Did he make it up as he went?
His finale waiting for the sun’s repent?
Did Daedalus drop his maps and designs
Did even the sea reach out from the benign
To say, the sun shines awfully bright
You should’ve done a practice flight
Based on the myth of Icarus and Daedalus
Ray Dunn
she winces
every time they kiss,
for fear of him...

being hurt
romeo's lover
beautiful day and a beautiful life
ruined by a single name
tortured, obsessed, poked, and prodded
by 1 syllable
a single whisper in the wind
“what’s in a name?”
she says
nothing at all
just memories twisting for life
attached to a name
they are slowly forgotten
but never the feeling
and never the name
My black days spill over
white hot
full of sparks that burn instantly
Monocast in hearts
Ductile to life's incessant blows of futility
Black days dance
fluid in regidity
My black days consume me
Take me to the place
where the past , the present , and the future become one eternity
i dont care how many diamonds you buy me or spoil me with
a diamond necklace will never have the value of life it will never love me.

love is not martial.
so why do we need a diamond ring to be married?
Working hard is what we do
Each day this place we show up to
Selling pie and pastries too
Wiping tables when we're through
That's just life for me and you
Day two of my 30 day poetry challenge: write a five-line poem to the last person you texted (or fb messaged in my case since i lack a cell phone)
unholy ghost
swallow the metal of my bones
because the taste of their weight
is a recipe from your own hands.
severed the paper thinness of my
skin because you wanted to taste
the nerves, learn the taste of my

I am nothing now.
I am the spare parts
you didn't care for.
Talking Back
To live is to breathe
To not breathe is to die
And yet
With every inhale I hope that it's carries
The scent of you

Not broken, just stirred and shaken,

twisted, bent in shapes and formed

to what was said, to conform,

my finality spelled in the dark

behind rooms stained in shades

of vague dreams, not mine perhaps.

And then to see, this spark

to light a torch, the constant traps

laid out with time,

not broken, just stirred and shaken.

September 22, 2019
“We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.”
― Mark Lawrence, King of Thorns
plunged head over heels
down your gently sloped nature
for you i did fall
The Awkward Bard
A secret buried
Blooms lies, and in time, they turn
Themselves, to secrets.
Rizna M Rameez
It's your decision
whether to make your mind
A prison
A stepping stone
Faizel Farzee
It's that hateful nightmare again
      It won't leave me alone
        Chasing my happiness
It wants it pictured and framed

      Negatively captured for all
When everything is going well,
Life seems to have forgotten
That you still exist
Until it comes to grab your smile.
Funny for a guy whose name means "The coast"
I cannot seem to find a place to dock my feelings
I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you
Missing everything
Yes I am nothing
Hate this living
No hope for smiling
But still smiling
To make other's smiling
Missing my everything
19 and still
hating myself
over the actions
of other people

feeling stupid
for failing
the person
i love the most
My wings were clipped the day I was born
I was put under the pressure of a billion eyes
My dreams ripped my skies torn
My life was built on a faithful lie

The shadows of my imagination
feared the glare of their expectations
My broken bones, My shattered heart
Sang the stories of me being torn apart
my hate for you
turns into hate for me
so when u ask me if I love myself
I want to scream no
but I smile, instead.
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.
i am calm;
i found calmness
in my own darkness

i am calm;
there's no turmoil
within this soul of mine

i am calm;
can you see me smile
for i hide no  lies

i am not;
screams & whispers
inner demons run rampant
for i bear no heart

i am just a hallow shell
His voice was like velvet
Lyrics soaked in pain
His hair was so fluffy
Like he'd walked through rain

The gentle movements
And expressive chords
Rippled out through the audience
Couldn't not applaud
Arthur Blank
To the humble ant,
A blade of grass is a tree,
In a vast forest.
A Haiku.
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.
e reed
We count the same stars

We whisper to the same moon
    each night.

That is enough,
just knowing we’re in the same universe.
The sky is drunk with the sound of

Birds, all the insects and animals
on the planet are possessed with
the music of Om

I look into your eyes
my friend
and the Om
is glittering there
After a storm comes a rainbow they say
But the storm ripped the roof off my house
The storm drowned my entire family
The storm left me with nothing
And so now
The rainbow dosent mean that much
I wanted to learn

so last night my fourth grade teacher
tore my eyelids off

and sat me near a television screen
that showed my mother dying
over and over
and over again.

I left as a cavity
of a boy,

collapsing at the sound of passing cars

as I searched for a payphone where
I could speak to the static about Gabriel.

(where is he?)

When I look at my brother and father

I beg for my eyes to be caressed until they’re scarred

with every daytime matinee
and curtsy on the train platform

that built me into this mosaic
of a “man”.
deeply personal. would appreciate kind words and condolences. my mother is alive but a part of me has died.
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.

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