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fall's cast illusions
dream-weaver silk webs caress
fasten diamond beads


masking forest peace
clouds nimble fingers conjure
fall's master magic

Anne Curtin
No poetry today.
No words for the despair.
No calming the fears.
No poetry today.
you hurt me and i said sorry
you ran away without a word
Haiku Donna
One Sunday morning
I went to a bootsale and bought
a big fat burger

*** it was
the best hangover food I’ve
ever tasted and

it made my belly
smile too and when I ran my
belly laughed out well loud!

Tis fun you know when
I spend quality time
with my family

Memories are made
and saved for a rainy day
Tis like my own film :)
:) family time this weekend as been super lovely x
Krystal Alvarez
Can you hear me scream these words?

Am I coming through loud and clear?

The answers are insignificant.

The questions are what I fear.

I'll keep my sorrow to myself

Don't worry I won't intrude

I am not here to impose upon

Or ask you to uproot.

A little time and patience

Some carefully considered words

A moment just to have each other

To find all there is to learn

Perhaps some more will come of this

We'll fall for each other entirely

But for now, I'll take just what we have

And cherish each moment completely
Aurelia Ward
The night is fuzzy
from the haze of the soft lights
street lights
porch lights
I linger, swathed in slumber

The shadows have teeth
deep set, many searching eyes
red eyes
mad eyes
I linger, swathed in wonder

The world is barren
all others dead to the world
they sleep
we sleep
I linger, swathed in slumber

No one can save me
I cannot wake up from this
I linger, swathed in desire

The shadows move in
the lights won't work—nothing works!
I can't
Wake up!
I linger, swathed in terror
Just had an awful nightmare, and now I can't sleep, so I wrote this instead, but it's not very good
I wish I’d met you years ago
I wish I hadn’t wasted time
I wish I’d always had you close
I wish that you’d be forever mine

I wish a million different things
But none of them will ever be true
I wish that there was something else
That I could do.

I wish that I could spend a lifetime
A real, entire lifetime
With you.
Kapi Laur
boy oh boy
what do i do
you love her
but i love you
the words i write
have always rung true
long before we met
I laugh
I laugh until I feel
I won't break anymore
And then I laugh some more.
Humor is coping
Within the realms of plausibility,
Us is none but the smoke of never lighted cigarette.
Oh! Hush now, deadly voices of morals
We can still pretend to be happy.
When something in your life is so beautiful, and too good to be true, you know you have to let it go because it's not worth chasing, but you can't stop thinking and dreaming
You gazed at me with a light inside your eyes that I’ve never seen before and deep down I knew it wasn’t fleeting by the way it pierced my soul. I couldn’t look away. It felt like we were the only people left on earth.
stop and pause for a moment
and look around you,
listen to what you hear
and feel the sound of your surroundings,
the people, the air, the sky, the birds,
the land, the river and the flowers
embrace the love that you all receiving
from these element
enjoy the precious things
and appreciate it as much as you can
you’ll be glad to have this
present time,
to be mindful
that is right in front of you
written 3 weeks ago

Juniper V
like strangers we lay
under our shared warmth

hitched breaths

what comes next?
what comes after?

neither had the answer
or the strength to ask
about nobody in particular
AJ Simmons
In the loud hours of silence
I can hear the dust talk
Tales of yesteryear and tomorrow
Of our slumber surely wrought

And If I listen harder enough
I can hear your footsteps
And as my pillow softens up
I fall upwards to be met

With the smell that once soothed
Now fades to gray too soon.

In and unto you
we danced,
once upon a moon.
Sleep is a funny thing.
Christine Seery
I miss you like the desert misses the rain
During a 3 month drought
I miss you like my lungs miss oxygen
When I'm swimming downstream
I miss you like the flowers miss the sun
On a cloudy spring day
I miss you like I miss my soft bed
After working a double
I miss you like she misses me
When I've been gone all day
I miss you like a part of me left
When you passed on
You never get over the loss of a loved on
Makayla Jane
She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
When I left
I told myself
I was fine
With being me

But I’m bleeding poetry again,
So am I really myself at all?
All those rusty summer rains

Could never erase the

Senseless violence

Of his mind

And I tore through the country

Dry but


As if

California never ruined me

As if

He was nothing but a


Lurking in the corners

Of all my broken sentences
Scar tissue is
but my skin
has seen a
when sleep
eludes me
and the monsters
that fester
the silver slithers
of time
burst free
Remember me when you feel all alone,
I'm always here for you, I'll never leave you on your own.
Remember me when your heart is broke in two,
I'll always be here to pick up the pieces and heal your heart for you.
Remember me when you feel depressed, stressed or angry,
I'm always going to be by your side through it all, please believe in me. Remember me when you're confused or lost,
Because I'm always here for you no matter what the cost.
Remember me when you're feeling ill in any way,
I'll always be here to nurse you back to health any day.
Remember me after I am gone,
And just for you, I'll be sure to ask *** to leave Heaven's light on.
Remember me please, don't forget,
I'll always remember you, our friendship I'll never regret.
Remember me if you're in Heaven before me,
Maybe you can guide the light for me to see.
Remember me when you don't think you can ever love again,
Because I am here waiting to love you, but I can wait 'til then.
Remember me when you feel like nobody loves you,
Just so you know that I'll always be here, forever too.

©Words of a withering soul
Remember that u are not lonely... And I'll always be there for you
Alex Smith
My mistake
Was loving you too hard.
My regret
Was never telling you
That I needed love back.
was on
my bucket
her lips
her hips
her fingertips

her kiss

*      *      *      and you are      *      *            
   *           *  just­ like the moon *      *          
*        *   *      -----so, alone-----      *      *    
   *      *    but you shine bright  *      *    
*     *            at the darkest  *      *     *
   *      *      *     of times  *      *      *      *    
*           *           *           *         *          
Ashly Kocher
Can you hear me?
I’m down here...
6 feet under...
Not where I’m suppose to be
You come and visit me
I hear you constantly pray
To talk to me again
Hold my hand
Hug me tight
Well I’m right here
I hear everything you say
I cry with you
I laugh with you
I pray with you
I am always with you
Even from 6 feet under
I pray myself
To heal your pain
Dry your eyes
Help you move on
Don’t forget me
You know where I am
Always in your heart
Forever your friend
I will continue to grow old with you
Until we meet again
When we walk together in the sky
Holding each others hands
For now I stay
6 feet underground
Loving you
Praying with you
Hearing your voice
As I lay in silence
6 feet underground...
Wrote this from the perspective of a person who has passed away and what they see and feel everyday....
I wish I could freeze my happiness
In little ice cubes
So when I'm having a bad day
I can just pop one in my mouth
And let it melt my worries away.
Let me melt with you
Path Humble
left my phone unlocked
on the taxis back seat,
won't be the last time

called it a few times
finally, the driver picked up

he had a fare immediately after mine,
and was now headed way downtown,
and would call later
when fate returned him nearer my office

and so it came to pass,
very shortly thereafter,

we met on the street,
he rolled down  the window
and with the greatest smile of pleasure,
as if he had won the lottery
handed me my phone

I had two $20's to cover any expense he might have incurred,
neatly folded in my hand  
and offered it right up, right away;
but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away
as I insisted,

"No sir, no no, not necessary!

Allah sent me a fare
that took me soon back close to you, so,
  no loss of time did I suffer,
so your offer is kindly unnecessary!"

to which I replied,

Allah sent you to me
so I could reward you!"

and with an equally, beaming smile continued,

"our ride and meeting today,
together was pre-ordained it was

Inshallah!" ^

something he could not dispute...

  we parted ways
   each believing,
   each receiving
a heavenly check plus,
each, credited with a mitzvah^^
on our
respective trip logs,
our humanly divine balance sheets,
kept by the
supreme taxi dispatcher
Arabic for ^"***/Allah willing" or "if ***/Allah wills," frequently spoken by a Muslim

^^a meritorious or charitable act in the Jewish tradition

NYC taxi cab drivers are suffering economically by the explosion of ride hailing app cars, many unable to pay their bills, earn a living, have committed suicide over the past few months

true story, poetry is there for the taking
Nat Lipstadt
Why Men Cry in the Bathroom

For so many reasons.
I will tell you the why.
I think you know,
Or perhaps, you think you know.

Men are always O.K.,
Even when not.

We expect the worse,
Accept the worse,
We are forever unprepared.

Wearily, we cry,
In the bathroom, in private,
Lest sighs slip by,
We be unmasked,
Early warring, strife signs warning.

Copious, tho we weep
Before the mirror confessor,
It is relief untethered,
Unbinding of the feet,
An uncounting
Of beaded rosaries,
Of freshly fallen hail stones,
Of night times terrors
By dawn's early edition's light,
and welcomed.

But look for the mute tear,
The eye-cornered drop,
*** tat, that never drops,
But never ceases formation and
Reforming, over and over again,
In a state of perpetuity of reconstitution,

The tippy tear of an iceberg revealing,
And I see you peeping, wondering,
What is beneath

Look for:
the torn worm-eaten edges of spirit,
thrift shop bought, extra worn,
grieving lines neath the eyes,
where the salt has evaporated,
discolored the skin.
worry lines,
under and above,
browed mapped, furrowed boundaries.
the laugh line saga,
where better days are stored,
recalled, as well as recanted,
publicly, privately.

Why just men?

I don't know,
it is all I know.

Jan 6, 2013
your effusive and lengthy comments are each a poem in their own right.  

Tinkered with June 22, 2013
With a push from Bala,
A serial peeper, thank ***!
Daysong TimeGod
"I create this character
and she is perfect.
she's invincible,
and so I carry on living these two lives,
one for the public,
and one just for me..."
Lawrence Hall
On Monday I will wear my uniform -
A blazer from Goodwill, old khaki slacks -
Knot my made-in-China patriotic tie
And verify that my papers are in order

On Monday I will sortie through the candidates  -
I’m important to them on this one day -
Then work around their signs all slogan-trapped
And rush the doors through a hail of cliches’

And watched by comrades with their helmets blue
Vote for a Merovingian or two
Early voting begins in Texas on the 22nd of October.  Despite the many days and many opportunities and many polling places, only about 50% of the electorate vote.  Apparently the other 50% are too busy complaining.
i wrote you
a letter every day
letters to tell you
just how i feel

written in neat, curved
writing i told you
just how sweet
i thought you were
how you made my heart

letters in which i wrote
with various colors of ink
pouring out my whole being
to you

i wrote you
a letter every day.

i wrote you letters in which
i told you how you made me

i found myself
pressing harder on
the paper
than i had before.

creating tears in them
similar in shape
and size
as the ones
inside of me.

i began to send
with creases
and bumps
and stains
splattered with tears

from my eyes

as i wrote
the anger
bubbling within me.

my last letter
addressed to you
no words

but was blank.
i had none that

could reach
as far

and deep

into the cracks
of my

to describe
what you

had left
of me.
a draft i decided to finish because it took a totally different turn than originally intended.
This is for you:

-the girl who is so ashamed because of her acne,
-the girl who cries in front of her mirror because she doesn’t
look like Picasso’s muse,
-the girl who forgot how to smile because of her problems,
-the girl who cries her eyes out every night because of him,
-the girl who is so terrified to attach because of her past relationship,
-the girl who is different from the others,
-the girl who wants to save every soul she meets, except hers,
-the girl whose heart, blood and soul runs wild,

-you are so much more than the sprinkles from your skin.
-you're not Picasso’s muse, but you definitely are ***’s muse.
-don’t waste your life being so stressed, just enjoy the journey.
-you need to be strong.Cry your heart out, but stop,your tears are too worthy , make them rare, for the real ones.
-try to love yourself first, then someone else.
-your future is not defined by your past.
-you need to save yourself first.
-run with them, darling, and never look back.

This is for you, girls.
You, no matter what, are good enough.
You are lovable.
You are strong.
You are independent.
You are different.
You are rare.
You are you, and that is your power, learn how to use it.
love yourself, girl
Don't tell me I'm pretty
Tell me that I'm passionate
That I have drive
Tell me that I make you laugh
That I know how to make your day better
Don't tell me I seem nice
Tell me that I'm kind and compassionate
Tell me that I'm not afraid to dream and to dream big
Don't tell me I'm perfect
Tell me the you love me despite my flaws
That you want to spend the rest of your life with me
Don't tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me that you'll be faithful and forever true
I just found what this means.

Shape and definition defines my search.
Search and you will
Will and you can

Funny its just a circulus in my mind.

Thanks x
If birth control pills could give a buzz
"Unwanted" pregnancy would no longer be a
E Lynch
It arrives,
Unnoticed, unannounced.

At first.

Seeping, dripping.

I put it down to a few stressful weeks.
I carry on.

It unpacks,
Worries, anxieties.

For now,

Whispers, creaks.

‘It will leave soon’ I think ‘It always does.’
I keep going.

It settles in,
Getting comfortable.

Getting louder,
And louder.

Banging thoughts,

‘Please don’t be happening again’.
I shuffle along my daily routine.

Claws in,


Shame, worthlessness,

‘Please go away’.
I’m barely coping.

Growing roots,
Into my brain and heart.

Blossoming pain,
With every beat.

Emptiness, loneliness,

Silence, Stillness,
‘I can’t move, I can’t cope.’
Tony Anderson
I am a solitary traveler
I walk alone
I've been all over this country
From time to time
I take a small job
As a farm worker
Most of the time
I am on the road
Trodding my path
Toward places unknown

I am a solitary traveler
I make my own rules
I forge my own path
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