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Mr Vampire

There's chaos in my
carefully constructed circle.

Unsure how long
composure can be held


to scream

In the densest fogs
Wander morning birds

Between the trees, evergreen
Yet ever unseen

You can hear the croak of frogs
Their own amphibian words

The day crests high
Light fills the leaves

Glowing green among the gold
As seen from below, but not above

Until then comes the night
And the world then goes to sleep

To wonder if the sun will rise
Once more for different eyes

Or if the same will see
The lovely forest green
Life, time
Little Bear
you only loved her
because she felt
like sunshine
I want you
do you want me?
I want to be warm
will you hold me?
I want to cry
will you cry with me?
I want to love
will you love with me?
Adam Kinsley
I wander in wonder, a kin to dysfunction
Cruel silence stole solace from these feeble fingertips
Adrift, my memories spurn my conscience, coercing calamity

All which I have retained is bitter self-loathing:
A quiet and fleeting contention to vex all I have known
My motives have melted, like wax wings in the sunlight

Catharsis is for the strong of heart, not the bullheaded
By no means have I escaped this labyrinth
My blood is on my own two hands

These erratic desires have turned bitterly against me
Discord is unbridled between these once cordial synapses
As unkempt remorse refuses to flee...
Maria Mitea
Love belongs with belonging,
In love I belong to you,
You belong to me,
We are tightly woven together,
Every human story speak of our bond,
We can’t live one without the other.
Love and belonging can’t live without each other. Both are innate human desires essential to human existence...
You let them know
you are not completely
full of it. Not this
version of you.
Turning down “Terrordrome”
as clam hands snap
the turn signals
blink in the truck,
as you remember
the voice that requests
is not your voice.
Your voice is quiet,
cunning. Biscuit posted
At the back door,
Paws planned for escape.
Your voice is a charred
field, dinner eaten in cars,
the closed mind
of your son’s shell.
That requesting voice is wrapped
in Scratch Acid Scott’s
turbine fists in
the bus seat,
Braces Sue’s one finger
dosie doe, the party strangers
Letting you know just how
Wide your four head was,
the C-word balances on the edge
of their lips like an acrobat,
the technique that
carves the edge of
memory in your thighs,
errant table edge, deep
red canyon in the shadow
lines of bruises. A wound
you can’t sleep on. Shifting
weight to find that
comfort’s voice is on
a frequency you can never
Pick up or put down.
She is a fantastic demotivator,
Hungry she leaves me,
Ever so often.
Always she taunts me,
Now in life, I lack a motivator.
I tell her all, looking for approval,
She tells me only of the impossibility.
My HP Poem #1890
©Atul Kaushal
Like a wardrobe filled with too much ****,
The door that leads to you
Won’t shut, jammed by memories,
And of the constant need of you.
So I’ll leave it like that,
And let parts of you seep out
And swirl around me forever.
Joseph C Ogbonna
A lovely December morning like this,
connotes nothing else in our world but bliss.
A time to mine our richest depths of love
on fifth avenue's apartments above.
Every split second is worth a lifetime
with your warm presence in this wintertime.
A kiss from you is like an explosive.
Your lips hypnotize with a corrosive
touch of arousal and sensuality,
bringing heaven on earth to reality.
I will relish the softness of your skin,
like I have never before relished in
our union together as a couple.
We will dine, dance, kiss, romance and cuddle,
because I sure hope to make this December
a unique December to remember.
Christmas spent with my heartthrob
thin strings made of the self
there is a desperate need for a knot
she feels worthless and empty
wanting to fade into the clouds above
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!
Ticking time
sliding by
painfully slow

The future
in front of me
lies miles
behind me.

The present
no longer favorable
for me

I feel
a timeless remorse
now I may
have loved you too little
you're my bittersweet summer rain
you quench the heat and wash away the pain
but you chase the sun away
and leave me longing for brighter days
Yep. She's good and bad for me.
J-J Johnson
My grandpa
             Words he gave
                            To me once upon a full moon
“Son” he said
            “When you go into this life”
“Remember, that love is a language “
             “So find, my son, find someone”
                     “Who speaks your language “
      “So you don’t have to translate your soul”
I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
where the scars
used to be.

I’m bruised
and broken
from breaking your
I see you
once again
approaching the rim
of your next disaster.
You’ve never felt
the full impact
of a fall
because I’ve always
caught you.
When you leap
this time—
I won’t be there.
If words could convey
How deeply the crevice
Of sorrow and agony
Runs through my heart
I fear that I would
Never surface for air
come back,
that's all i request

why'd you
have to go

i hate being in love
with someone i
can't have
You will never reach their impossible expectations.
Find your own peace.
walking through
I feel my shoulders drop

in the middle of the road
kind of want to cry out loud

I know it's another heavy day
is it almost friday

this endless routine
I'm so tired

no more time
I'm dissociating during work

losing myself
where am I
what am I doing

forgot what's the day
forgetting I have a name

this face of mine
I don't recognize
Lee Carter
If a man needs you to believe a lie,
He will often say, "trust me."

If a man needs you to believe the truth,
He will speak it.
Emma Sims
If I could be the moon
I would not shine, but
My grey dusty bones would spin

Let me pull you in, my ocean
Let me push you away, my sea
Let me stay in orbit, my bittersweet gravity

I am alone
Do not look up at me
You will not see my dark side weep
feeling distant
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t


So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Nala Alfira
i've invited her to
a dark place which
is called my mind and
she stayed with me

i've taken her to
a rushing river which
is called my tears and
she swam in deep

i've walked her on
an eggshells path which
is called my traumas and
she held me tight

i don't even feel like i
need to make her stay cause
she will
this level of trust is... rare
smile flower
I stab and cut my flesh and there is no pain.

the warmth of blood is all my skin feels.

I cut myself open and expose my heart and yet I feel nothing.

the warmth of my blood is all my skin feels.

I touch my heart with my bare hands..... a throb.

warmth and a throb.

a new feeling brings joy to my face.

I carve my heart out and feel it throb till my body gives out.

no more warmth.

no more throb.
I have felt nothing for the past year, I tried but now I'm tired.
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
Time flows
And all wounds
are supposed to heal
But I am still here
I am still her.
Bethany M P
The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry
Salmabanu Hatim
I only want two things in this world,
You and your love.
Palak Datta
☆                                  ☆                             ☆  

T                            H                          E
c r             own   I      we            ar
  c a        n  not  b e     s  e      en;
T h e   K i  n  g   d     o m     I  
    r u l e     stays      hid den.  
  c         a       V      i     t       y
  created by my Queen;
Depicts   the    LOVE
 that was forbidden.
Love is a tragedy!
Katerina Landon
I can't seem to finish a poem these days
They are all about you.
Thinking about the message that says


Love. Words. Love.
All we have is words, all we ever had was words, though all we ever have is love.
Was thinking of saying that I loved you calling me golden, but the fact is you never called me at all.
And yet


The idea.
What could have been, what we could have been. What we were. What we are.?

show you my mind and my heart
I want
to be the one your pen
and paper talk about
I attend college in an apocalypse
I'm planning for a future that doesn't exist
Paying these grandiose establishments
So they can give me a piece of paper
A modern day participation award
this was in my drafts and I don't love it but I'm posting it anyways
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.
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.
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