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Pirate Of The Stars
Of you
Of your voice
Of your lies
Of your fake smile
Of your fake love
And when I see you with her
After you called to say your flight was late
I know I’m tired
Of my love for you
William J Donovan
You can't read my mind.
You've no idea what it's
like being close to you.
I'm stunned by your beauty.
Your laugh infects me.
Your wild hair brings me
to my knees in adoration.
I cower in fear of my love.
I'm quiet. I'm distant. I dream
of you that night. I write this.
She Writes
Nothing is louder
Than silent tears
And 2 a.m. overthinking
i think about you every day
it’s like your voice is on replay
but i’ll never get a chance to say
that which i wanted to relay

and it's okay
or at least i pray
my soul's at bay
it needs to stay

though to my dismay
i can’t look the other way
so in my heart, i will obey
and in my head, you’ll always stay
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)
Her stance was perfect, her eye's were bright
Her countenance was emanating a brilliant white light
She kept her composure, her hands at her side
She knew she was ready with her mouth opened wide
then passed her lips came a beautiful sound as everyone listened,
their jaw's on the ground.
She had the voice of an angel and I started to cry, she hit
every note no matter how low nor how high.
I can't be sure but I believe God heard her sing, their ears were
wide opened and they started to ring.
Glasses just shattered, windows were cracked, she gave our
hearts the very thing that they lacked.
When she was done and the singing was through my heart was
softer with a good kind of blue.
I am but
one star
in the
that you
I am but
a rain's
it is
the ocean
that you
need to
swim in.
upon me.
and jump
within me.
I long
to be
for thee.

written by me... ..
Long gone
Are the days where I played in the dirt
I just wish I was 6 under it
A casket of unfinished stories
It's only fitting, my deepest darkest secrets linger on the trembling lips of the night.
Yes, the stars are in on it too!
Accessory to crime, they're always in sight.
Dusk to Dawn
I wear my sin on a sleeve, what else can I do
When all they've witnessed slips into the ears of the rising Sun.

~Split second. A lifetime ~
Rama Krsna
the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
for the exorbitant price of one

at the chasm
of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains
as life’s sole friend

the memories of love
belong to time
and this aging body
to the five elements.

© 2019
When I look at you,
I don’t see darkness
I don’t see rain
I don’t see pain

When I speak to you,
I don’t feel sadness
I don’t feel neglect
You always show respect

When I think of you,
It gives me strength
Because you’re so bright
My brightest light

When I dream of you,
I find myself in your arms
Right where I belong
Right where I feel strong

When I fell in love with you,
I knew it was true
Because you drowned my sorrows
And now I can see tomorrow
Torn apart from my kin
Through my own decisions
They'll be fine, I tell myself
But they are not, they are broken

The love of my children
Has been put aside
For the love of a woman
I don't deserve this life

They hate me
And I dont blame them
I am my father's son
And they are theirs
You are the light of my life
My morning sun and my evening moon
I want to reach you and stay by your side
Too bad you’re just “not in the mood”
Too bad “you have better things to do”
Because the only thing I do
is think of you

I dream
of you thinking about me too
Sometimes we want to be cared about by the wrong person
o lítio dançou com o alcool e me levou embora a minha ultima memória de você
eu não me lembro de nada daquela noite
talvez por interferencia divina
e se eu tiver dito que gosto de você mais do que deveria eu me mato é sério é cedo ainda pra qualquer coisa que seja isso que a gente não deu nome e nem vai dar porque não vai dar tempo de ser outra coisa que não um erro

[voce me deu a chave da sua casa e disse pra mim que eu entendi tudo errado quando tentei entrar]
Eyelid kisses
Buried intuition
Beneath warm fuzzy feelings
That fooled me for two years
I blame you.
For the dreams that died.
For the love that i will never have.
For the smile that you took from me.
I wanted to fly far away but you
Burnt my wings keeping me
In the cold darkness.
I blame you for killing me.
I like to take a negative feeling and turn it
Into something good.
We should allow people room to grow and breathe support someone in there dreams
#blame #dreams #darkness #killing
Lately I’ve felt as though every little sound and feeling and smell and sight is grating at my nerves and chipping away at my sanity.

My clothes feel constricting and too loose and scratchy and smooth and not right

My ears are full of constant ticking and ringing and noise

My skin wraps my frame too tightly and I want to rip it apart and off of me but then I’d be cold and miserable

It’s all too much and everything is loud and jarring and I feel frenzied and too stuck and not stuck enough and all I want to do is jump in front of a van because then everything would
Blessed and sought-after and evasively, quiet.
Sensory overload *****.
the night my life changed
i was wearing
a white dress
with blue and red

and you were wearing
well, actually
it doesn't

the night my life changed
it was dark
and you were drunk
and somehow
it was my fault
this is not my story, but it needs to be heard.
suns rays
excite a day's toil
with ecstasy
petals slump
twilight midnight
there's the morn
I lift my head
i'm losing friends like i'm losing sleep
apologies don't work, and neither do sheep
don't go, because i want you to stay
but don't lie to me, you're leaving someday
She Writes
I cried all night ‘til the sun rose
Still laying in our bed
While across from me your eyes closed
Pretty pictures in your head

Do you see I am drowning?
In a pool of tears for you
All the while you say you love me
And I believe you like a fool

There is no love
In a house built on lies
Each time one slips your tongue
I can see it in your eyes

You love me to death
What am I to do?
I won’t be without you
Build a coffin for two?
Dear death,

I have met life,
He wants me to fight,
But I'm so weak-
So can we meet?
Lord just take my memories away

They wont let me sleep – they ruin my day

Let me be blessed with a baby’s mind-

Gazing only ahead —with nothing behind
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.
I come
To you today
With yet another scheme
For a wild, foolish adventure.
Copyright 2018 Benjamin Daniel Lukey.

"Partners in Crime" was first published in volume 2, issue 8 of Gathering Storm Magazine.
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
Alaska Young
Why do you push people away?

"I want them to be happy."
We don’t see the carrots to be cut,
We see the sharp knife that could cut us.

We don’t see the bridge,
We see the other side of the railings.

We don’t see painkillers,
We see medication we could drown ourselves in.

We don’t see the train,
We see the tracks we could lay on.

We don’t see the nice view,
We see the cliff's edge we could jump off.
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
Surely I must have felt
the teardrop;
when it left my lashes,
missed my cheek and blot-stained
the ground where I laid.

My only regret is that I had failed
to read the message each carried
before they disappeared into
the ***** of my darkness.
Masha Yurkevich
you can't
paint over me.
My mistakes,
my life, it's whom
I want to be.
So go
take your
and your paint, too,
because I love my every
stain, and I'll keep every
color; red, green,
or blue.

By my every stain I mean my every mistake or misfortune, because I learn from each one of them.

I hope it looks somewhat like a paintbrush. I messed around with it, and the result is before your eyes.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
My words became
A paragraph,
a sword.
And when I
my first speech,
the room
If we all turn away from the
poor and the dying
If we give up on us whom
can we call a friend
Lift your head up and find
a way
to help those suffering for
a brighter day
Should we lie down submitting
to the sweet decay six feet
under the ground.
Let us unite just as one
Walking for one single
Let us remember when we
needed a friend
All things will pass away untill
the end
Look at his heart warm and
No more turning away from
the sick and the lonely
No more insulting merely
for who they are
They will fly and let their
spirit soar
They may be lost until they
find the door
Now's the time for a change
Life is hard
It has never been easy
But the greater the hardship
The greater the reward
If the door closes
The gates will open
If the rain sheds
The flowers will bloom
And we are just like the sun
It goes down and comes right back up
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!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
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