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John Destalo
like the moon
I go through


some of my
lights go out

and I become
dull and distant

give me time
they will come

back on

like the moon
I do not ask

for praise or

it is just a

I am going through
crooked lips and
gleaming teeth
sunken bones and
hollow eyes

empty empty empty

that is the smile of someone
dead inside
trust me, iโ€™d know
Jon York
Inside you

is where I want to



within the folds

of your mind


the sweet softness

of your soul,


as I release my love

deep within you.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Jon Yorkย ย  2019.
Lost Lilith
You may plead with all your might
But the only thing that makes me give up
Are your sweet puppy dog eyes

I'd still do anything for you
Friendly and cheerful
Like a puppy
"i don't want you to drown"

please, i'd be so much happier
submerged under water
Melanie Jackson
jack and jill went up a hill
but jack went out on ***** and pills
and jill she had to pick up his pieces
his broken bottles
his empty containers
his lost sobriety
and very soon
after the brokenness became to much
jill came tumbling after
going out just like jack
Sudhanshu Shardul
My cure for hiccups is
An empty bottle of beer I kiss everyday
And  I wonder if a genie come out
I'd wish
That I would have never met you
The night that I met you
The year that I gave
I said that I loved you
You shrugged off my feelings
Robert C Ellis
I recognize you, God, in the fractals of raindrops
There is a pace to Gravity, what staples your mind
To our belief that heartbeats are set by waves
Blood is the concentrate of sea and we fear the depths
Of naivete
That we skip as stones off the grave marker Moon
And do not dig an orbit the rest of life spies with telescopes
In amaze
๐—œ'๐—บ ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—”๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป-๐—”๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ๐—ป. ๐—œ'๐—บ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—ฏ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ฒ๐˜€ & ๐—œ ๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฑ ๐—ฝ๐˜‚๐—ฟ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฒ
๐—–๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—น๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐˜€ & ๐—œ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ฝ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ. ๐— ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—น๐—ธ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ ๐—”๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ & ๐—”๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ฎ
๐˜๐—ผ๐—ผ & ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฟ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ด๐—ต๐˜๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐—”๐—ณ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜€ & ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐˜€๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ช๐—ต๐—ถ๐˜๐—ป๐—ฒ๐˜† ๐—›๐—ผ๐˜‚๐˜€๐˜๐—ผ๐—ป
๐—ฑ๐—ถ๐—ฑ ๐—ฏ๐—ฒ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ธ๐—ฒ๐—ฝ๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐˜„๐—ถ๐˜๐—ต ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐˜„๐—ป๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—ฎ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ต ๐˜๐˜‚๐—ฏ ๐—ฎ๐˜ ๐Ÿฐ๐Ÿด.
You're troubled, I know
You have a tough time opening up
There's a lot of trauma you suppress

I wanted to fix you though
I wanted to give you the world
I wanted to be the reason you could see things in a different light

But you ran away
You ended things before we could've grown together
You ended things before there could have been an "us"

You removed me from your private story
You don't talk to me anymore
And I hate it

I know you have no one to talk to about your problems
I know the people in your life don't understand you or care
But I do, and I always will
I wish nothing but the best for you. I wish I didn't have to entirely lose you. Your opinion of me matters to me so much for no reason, I hope you don't hate me now for all the things I've said. I hope we can be friends again at least, because part of me feels guilty that you have no one to go to anymore. I was willing to help you, but you wouldn't let me.
I seem to be broken now.
Pieces fall as strangled
shapes to the floor.  
I toe them, looking
for the edges to rustle
back together.

Fragments fall.
Dried edges and shriveled
meanings.  (The torn
remains of my old age.)

I think I am broken.
My poems drift
off as blowing leaves
in a dry season.  
I rake them into
a pile.  The crackles
and snaps. The ends
of thought.

I write this to save the few
remaining poems I have.
Words fall from the
dustpan of dry letters
on a cold night.

Caroline Shank
Dear me,
Don't just sit
Rise, and pursue greatness.

Don't just watch
Go after what you want.

Don't just exist
Strive and start living.

Don't just dream
Work hard and aim for success.

Don't get tired
Keep hiking until you get to the peak.
Karly Codr
sometimes i wonder what it's like
to be a star
to look down on the world
while it's asleep
to watch the lost souls
wander outside at night
and look up at the sky
and smile
i wish i could be a star
charles bateman
ever so gently your loving embrace engulfs me
your sweet breath is an ****** high
swimming in your waters , your scent drives me into
a  frenzy
I will drink from your well alone for a vow was made
I will meet your breast with a gentile caress
ever so lightly I feel the slip of your earlobe between my lips
as I lay next to your curves I lovingly kiss the nape of your
softly whispering my love for youย ย and only you.
I know you.
Sometimes you say things, expecting that I wonโ€™t understand, and I think itโ€™s strange because
I know you.
Thatโ€™s what this is. I know you,
And I want you,
And I care about you
Donโ€™t want no one else.
You might not know me,
The stanchions you use to prop yourself up eating all that I have fed you,
In the darkness,
In the night,
But I know you.
And I want you anyway.
Fly away
My love
On the wings of a child
Soar in the clouds
On the wings of a dove
Let neither
Stones of strife
Or chains of agony
Bind you to the Earth
And with a keen knife
Cut away the web
That ties you from your worth
I am the deep, the sky in reverse
I have what you seek, for better or worse

I am the blue of infinite depth
I've swallowed the crews and cleared the decks

You are afraid or maybe intrigued
Of the place where you played and also was freed

Kiss me now like you did before
Give me your vow and the ocean is yours.
a m a n d a
donโ€™t tell me that,
i donโ€™t like that.

what is it you
expect me to do?

identify the suspects?
map the connections?
follow the protocols?
test the responses?


itโ€™s just that things are so fragile
the lines so thin
the intentions so pure
Theyโ€™d waited too long to say

โ€œI love youโ€.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that theyโ€™d done it, they wouldnโ€™t,
couldnโ€™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 otherโ€™s end game.  
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
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย 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
The light softly flickers
As you pace and stall
Wait for me here
Listen for my call

Up on the old bridge
I can feel your body fall
Watch the light flicker
'till there's no light at all
why didn't you wait for me?
There hasnโ€™t been a single day
Where I havenโ€™t been thinking
Of you in some way
Franz Bruck
There are few things that can't be fixed
by a coffee, and a couple cigarettes
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.
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
Zach Thornton
I'd like to cut my heart open
to take you out
or maybe
to see you one more time
Luna Maria
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
You and her together again,
leaving me like a piece of cardboard on the street
you kicked around, but never really wanted.
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 want to write a book
'Inside your mind in 80 days'
write it
as a travel log
like Phileas Fog and Passeport.
Ever read the book 'Around the world in 80 days'?
Kafka Joint
The question is always "What do you want?",
But the answer? The answer...
We never know.
Coco Densmore
Yesterday I could do it.
Today I can't
Yesterday I was awake, alive
Today my sleep comes easy, easy
It's easy to lay here and drift
To dream of better times

My friends, my supporters
They are tired
Tired of me
I ask for help
At every turn
I'm tiresome

In the beginning
I had a sense of entitlement
I still do at times
I deserve help
I'm a good person
What's happening to me is not my fault
But it is my fault, in part
There is always some truth
I did this to me, I know I did

But that doesn't change that I need
That doesn't change the pain
That I don't have the means to heal

I rise up, I take my meds
Like the good little adult I am
I go through my list
I need to call them....
Can I do it?
Not today

Can I do this?
I don't know
You made me fall in love
with my life
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.
To raise
humble kid
is myย 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??
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
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.
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
Tyler Matthew
Dallas, November 1963
Fifty-seven years since they shot Kennedy
Everyone saw then live on T.V.
what happens when you challenge
secret society

Some say the mob or the CIA
Either black or white, but the truth is gray
and long since buried 'neath Texas clay
right next to good ol' LBJ

I ask not what my country can do for me
Blood on her hands, Lady Liberty
Let sleeping dogs lie, leave history be
The truth died in Dallas, 1963
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