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In a bus, sat an old couple
and held each other’s hands.
Two hands were clenched together,
as they had when they were just born.

They were at peace with what would arrive,
yet sweaty and energized like they had been
when they played in the green grounds
as little, naive boys.

Six decades of intimacy
running through their minds.
Both chanted and repeated prayers
and wishes for each other and others.

They were mid-desert
but their bond well-irrigated.
Their fields had borne flowers.
And water was plenty.

What had happened was that
a band of robbers had attacked.
They threatened to ****
and so, they did.
Elliot Fox
Alice fell down the rabbit-hole
Tired of making daisy chains
There lurked a world so full of soul
Alice fell down the rabbit-hole
A knave was tried for tarts he stole
The Queen of Hearts likes to complain
Alice fell down the rabbit-hole
Tired of making daisy chains
Inspired by Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
Love is like a squid
really odd and weird
all this time it hid
then suddenly appeared

Making you fall deep
down to the oceans floor
taking a giant leap
where you've not been before

and suddenly it's gone
sometimes in a blink
but poems like this live on and on
written with it's ink
Now and then, here and there
I'm burning in violet flame.
Writing stuff that only makes sense to me
But it's fascinating how when someone else will read this and form a perception completely different from mine and maybe even relate to it
They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time. In the end of the argument and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them. Because it would never stop. Their love was beyond. It rose above any border that would dare to try and stop it. There was no finish line

because they were each other’s end game.  
Julian C Jaynes
Happiness deceives.
True joy can only be found
In a life of pain.
time will heal
and silently
collect the scars
that are
meant to be
left in the past

after all
simply isn't enough
to make us last.
to her, the one who got away
Crystal Freda
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.
To raise
humble kid
is my priority.

I can
Make my CHILD learn
By preaching
By teaching
By giving
Knowledge of

She will not learn
by preaching!!
She will learn
By my ACTIONS..!!

If I don't
Share MY things
With My

She will learn NOTHING..!

I can make her
learn to share.
By making her give -
Clothes to needy
Toys in orphanage
Candies to the deprived.

she will
just learn to be PROUD

If she learns by
seeing me
She will become HUMBLE..!!

To raise a humble kid is my priority..!!

Sparkle In Wisdom
11 Jan 2019
Inspired by a incidence I heard at friends place.. after the whole episode the first thought that struck was
What actions will the kids remember and grow on??
scared to be alone
I rather live in your betrayals
comfort in your haunting lies
Eating my beyond burger with a fork and knife,
drag race in the background,
my Samantha doll by my side.
This isn't loneliness anymore.
This is just life now.

I'm not very good with words anymore,
maybe I never was.
So little has changed and yet everything has.
I still long for love.
I still want to be wanted.
That might never change.

Yet now this lonely world is one I've come to accept,
come to love.
I may be my only friend here,
but that's one more than last year.

Nothing I create is good,
but I'm learning to create anyway.
I'm learning to share my bad art,
at least it's art.

I dream of slitting the throat of the dog next door.
Someone outta shut him up.
I used to think that was an evil thought,
now I know there's no such thing.

I turn 21 in 2 days.
Math. Yuck.
I'm old,
getting older every second.
I will grow into this skin,
I'm sure of it.

I'm grateful.
More than anything I am grateful for it all.
The pain,
the pleasure,
the guilt,
the anger.


No one reads these except me.
So this one is for her.
For you.
my love,
my villain,
my biggest fear.

May this year be kind to you,
may you be kind to it.
May you listen to your spirit guides,
may you accept what you never could.

Growth is sticky and wet,
Knowledge is thick and grey.
May you be the light and the darkness,
the cut and the band aid.

More than anything,
be okay.
You're gross,
in a sort of beautiful way.
May you be okay with that.

Bad art is still art.
I think so.
For now.
I poured myself
inside your cup
pretended to be tea
your lips pursed to the rim
burning kiss
bile churns
you forgot
I'm made of sins
Luna Maria
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
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
Even with no punctuation
it seems that everybody understands  clearly.

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
The comfort of a lonely bed.
A bed that wraps the body in soft warm sheets.
Hugging sorrows away,
pillows kissing heavy lids.
So the body crawls back to bed
way too many times
in need for its company,
missing every sunrise.
Memories encroach on a star speckled consciousness,
How the sun felt in years gone by.
What was life like when happiness sprouted from the earth?
How mud splattered flower child was taught to be quiet.
We spend years relearning that we are birthed of stars,
Only to let simple vibrations of air
Crumble war torn castles of consciousness.
God I miss who I was when I wrote this
Mitch Prax
To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
i put you first

you put me third

or is it fifth?

i don’t know,
i just know
it’s odd
Oh, I've been a shapeshifter my whole life.
Smile wide around bleeding gums.
And life didn't give us lemons,
didn't even give us that much.
I flossed and now everything tastes like blood.

Tears bestirs the moon
Heart dangles as willow weeps
Cruel, her love short lived

Another mini haiku from my journal based on the Chinese myth, Chang'e. 💜
So many variants but beautifully melancholic and tragic no less.
If you haven't already, please watch Over the Moon which is a retelling of the story. Great songs, Chang'e's costumes design is sublime [I love Guo Pei's work!] and a lovely tale.
Always and Forever is one of the most beautiful songs sung with her love, Houyi.
As always, thanks for the support! Yall are amazing and blessed.
Stay safe and well out there!
Much love,
Lyn ***
Everytime I close my eyes,
I see my world burning down.
There's this fire behind my eyelids
that the tears can't put out.
Dylan Waits
I meant to write about the fire
I swear I did
But you did something clever
And within you hid

As I watch it dance
I see only your hips
As I feel its warmth
I taste only your lips

If you're the fire
Then I'm the wood
That you devour
Just because you could

It's a pleasure to burn
Though time has built
endless warp
suffering and pain
ancient dust of Africa
breaking down the chain
can you hear
winds of change
through the brain
ancient dust of Africa
a message of hope to all parents
Third world child
In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.
You've given me tons of reasons to leave,
But I still stay
Because those reasons weren't enough
To keep me away
pretty girl,
the boys are out to get you
they'll take away your flower
they want what's only yours

pretty girl,
blossom slowly,
stay in your cocoon for now
for summer can only last so long
and soon it will be over
Chani Goldstein
I am
A chair
A wall
A floor
A ceiling
A door
A heart
Barely breathing.
I am
A rhyme
Before it's time
The lines.
I am
A tired
In today

She moved towards me
with an  unparalleled
and in doing so,
poured Living water  over
an ancient, Jezebelian wound--
  still bleeding;
  cut-- deeply

across  my battle-scarred chest.

in a timeless,  ancient world;
the healing she brought  to me
b e c a m e
a healing  for all mankind--
and through
the healing of woman-kind;

as she   b r e a t h e d   out to me
   a kiss,
along the edge of
a faint scar-line;

the one  that
just above my hip--
gave hint..

of a missing rib.

“He had a difficult time focusing on her; she seemed almost to shimmer in the light and her hair blew in all directions.. even though there was hardly a breeze. It was almost easier to see her out of the corner of his eye than it was to look at her directly."
~The Shack
Salmabanu Hatim
Words spoken by my teenage daughter,
Just because I am strict and not easy on her.
My love,you haven't a clue,
Why I am ******* you,
For the path you have taken,
I have already trodden.
Don't be angry on the lines I draw,
I hope you will in time understand me so.
Don't judge me dear,
Where you are heading is what I fear.
To stop you heading the wrong path I must my child,
Less you turn wild.
excited as i write back,
excited as i fight back.
i'm woeful, i'm hopeful,
but i know that it's no use.

it's no use to love you.

it's worthless, it's priceless,
i love you for free.

but you will be you,
and you won't love me.

it's no use to love you,
i'm just attached to chains,
i wish to stop loving you
because i wish to not feel pain.

i wish to stop having
such pointless fantasies,
i wish to stop having
such hurtful memories.

i wish to stop having
anger and regret,
i wish i was like you, somewhat,
and that i could forget.
I don't care if she hates me
If that's what makes her happy.
I hurt her too many times to expect love in return.
If I could change the past, I would,
I never meant to hurt her.
I stay awake, thinking about how this could have been different.
“She’s dead! Wrapped in plastic”
But her spirit is in the red room, waiting
The dream man offers her a comforting hand
As she dulls on the horror show of the past
The angel who went ashtray has returned
To take her peacefully away
She breaks down and cries but laughs at the same time
Because after a life of never feeling good enough
Wanted or truly loved
Seeing an angel made her feel worthy
Laura is the happiest she’ll ever be
A Twin Peaks poem here...more based on the final scene in FWWM as it’s so hauntingly beautiful
Naveen Malhotra
Google Photos
Brought a memory
You sitting
Sherlock sitting
With his leash
In your hand
In the lap
Of snow clad
Dhauladhar mountain
Of Himalayas
A tear for you!
I can't cry more!!
No more tears
In my storage
Cloud storage
Not for tears
Only for rains
Data computers
Mobiles contain
Not for data of brains
Tears drying up
In tear glands
A tear for you!
I can't cry more!!
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
Kyle Dal Santo
I’d had enough of the circus
I came home to a stranger place than I left
I wanted to shut down
To lock myself away and hide behind a mask
And then the world shut down, And made me wear a mask
Told me everyone was dangerous, warned me to hide
And it could be the best thing ever
Because I know when it's over,
I will finally know how to be free
I will live life, not just waste it away
I will laugh for laughter’s sake
To dance and sing, to cry and love
The nights so painfully lonesome
And I know I’m not alone
For the first time in so long
I feel lonely, but not alone
It’s always been the other way around
Always so afraid of the world around
But no more, now that I know what fear looks like
It’s not been easy, we’ve all been through ****
We can deliver ourselves from this evil
We’ve got plenty of time to plan
So let’s party, let’s adventure
Go where we never thought we could
When it's all over, let’s celebrate everything
One of the worst things to happen to us
Just might save us all
I can’t wait to hear your side of it
I love you all!
Kyle D.
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 like *******.
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.
They will laugh
But that won't stop you
They'll point out
Don't let that block you
Know your thing
And just keep going
Through the hard times
Slowly growing .

And restless be
See what others cannot see
Know what you want
Keep researching
No one knows for what you're searching
You define your own life-story
By your actions reach the glory
They will laugh But don't gain fear They'll point out Just fight, my dear
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.
Late night texts
Sleepy eyes
Small smiles

Stolen moments
Held inside
Beating heart


Left alone
Tear filled eyes
Chapped lips
Scarred thighs

Empty promises
Cast aside
Broken heart

there's a reason why its called a crush
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