You might not remember my name ,
but i am still the same .
I am The bright sunlight before the morning cloud ,
the silence before the storm ,
the wicker and the worm .

I am in the bough of a tree ,
that whispers through its falling leaves .
that branch is used as a seasaw that will not break ,
or bow when you are out playing with you’re friends
The word that sharpens you’re tongue ,
before a sentence has begun .

I am the arrow that is plucked from you’re bow ,
that tells you’re target where to go .

For I am the oxygen you breath in the night ,
You’re unconscious thoughts and dreams,


I am in the rainbow that
that spreads far and wide ,
that tell the rain clouds
where to hide.

I am in the words “ I can’t be there “ ,
when that train pulls away ,
and you’re clasping thin air .
When the fumes from the train ,
fill you’re lungs full of smoke .
and the cabbie says “ no one else my dear?

And when you’re worlds full of sorrow ,
you’re lost in despaire ,
I will be the silver lineing when the clouds are still there .
I can be the ray of sunlight that beams from afar ,
that shines down on you’re coffin ,
when heavens doors are ajar .

these sheets so incredibly warm
wicked, yes, i think the window is shattered
like everything else in my writing, my
pain
it is shattered
covered, tossed aside
i feel better alone
there is nothing of value in the present
i am the 5 am paranoia kicking in,
the work lying there on my desk
as time ticks past its due date
each line in the wood floor
watered by tears
there is
nothing of value
anywhere

Soft and slow
Hard and fast
I fell for you
In future in past
Distance between
Inches apart
Breath to breath
Heart to heart
Silly nicknames
Lyrics sent
Secrets shared
All of it meant
Soul to soul
Laugh for laugh
My life is changed
I won't take it back

If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry

Earth , you are so

Energetic
Abundant
Ravishing
Teeming
Hospitable


that we owe you  protection !

I make my own soup and I kiss my own boo-boos,
I tell tall tales about love, hell, and voodoos.

I cover up my sadness with jokes, smoke, and malice
Who knew living a tragic life could feel so lavish?

God and I have a pretty tight relationship
I talk to him every night when my fingers touch my lips.

I throw my bones at dogs and contort my soul for fun,
Chewed up, spat out. I’m just like everyone.

-SLuR

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)

Νιώθω σαν να καταλαβαίνω πως είναι στα φιλμάκια που όλα γυρω από τους ανθρώπους γυρίζουν με ταχύτητα στο ρυθμό της μουσικής. Καταλαβαίνω πηγές ενέργειας και διαφανή κύματα είτε ήχου ειτε δύναμης να με διαπερνούν. Η εικόνα είναι πιο δυνατή, η μουσική χαμηλή ενώ πάντα συμβαίνει το αντίθετο. Ακούω καθαρά για πρώτη φορά ήρθε σε αυτήν την αδύναμη αίσθηση μου επάρκεια, τελικά οι άλλοι φώναζαν και με κούφαναν, ήθελα λίγο ησυχία. Πίνω αλκοόλ και σκέφτομαι το χόρτο ή μάλλον όσους μιλούν για αυτό, και μάλιστα παθιασμένα. Ισχυρίζονται πως βλέπουν τα ίδια πράγματα που βλέπω εγώ τώρα, αλλά εγώ δεν την ήπια ακόμη. Βλέπω ανθρώπινες τελίτσες στο πάτωμα είναι κόκκινες πράσινες και μπλε- το τζιν δεν κάνει τον άνθρωπο αλλά ο άνθρωπος το τζιν. Μακάρι το σκουλαρίκι σου να είχε μια τόσο αποτελεσματική όσο και κοινωνικά αθωα χρήση για εμένα και το χέρι σου που δεν ξέρω την υφή του να σηκώνε την μπλούζα μου για να φανούν τα πλευρά μου, που κάνουν πιο καλή την εικόνα μου. Μακάρι όπως λες στο 'σπίτι με τις μπάντες' να μπορούν να μπούνε άλλα σχήματα μέσα για να σπάσει το σύνηθες. Τα έχουμε δει όλα τα σχήματα ήδη, αλλά όχι στα ίδια μέρη και σίγουρα όχι μαζί σου. Μου φωνάζει να τα πούμε αλλά ακούει tangerine, μα τα δικά μου dreams μυρίζουν ροδάκινα. Δεν θα ξεχάσω τις χαιρετούρες απο όσους προσέχω και τα ανασφαλή κοιτάγματα κάτω όσων για τότε πρόσεξα. Έγραφα για να δώσω ζωή σε λόγια άλλων, μα τώρα ζω τα δικά μου ώστε μια μέρα να τα έχω έτοιμα να τα γράψει άλλος. Πολυτελές μαγαζι ή σπίτι στην ροτόντα δεν σου δίνει πάντα όσα θες ούτε όμως και πολύ λιγότερα από όσα περίμενες. Τα εκτιμάς και σε εκτιμάνε σου κάνουν κομπλιμέντα και τα παίρνεις αναμφίβολα. Είτε κάτι ανεβαίνει μόνο του , είτε πηγαίνουν τα πράγματα προς τα αυτό στην τελική μετράει το αποτέλεσμα. Αν το βλέπεις σωστά, η κάθε νότα είτε έχει χρώμα είτε της δίνεις εσύ. Μέσα στον χρόνο που βιάζεται να φύγει, διακρίνεις χέρια που κάνουν να σε πιάσουν και αντί να βλέπεις πίσω τους ουρανό βλέπεις μια άβυσσο.

Don't put withered flowers
in your cracked vase.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it

blue

green

red

orange

yellow

purple

burgundy

pink

turquoi­se

we name the colors

black

white

gray

brown

tan

we name all the colors

there are too many

how strange

everything is strange

woman

man

child

boy

girl

kid

adult

teenager

what­ strange names

On the 31st of April
My true love said to me
A fine piece of
Silver Filigree
On the 1st day of May
My true love said to me
You do know
There's only 30 days in April.....
by Jemia

All is Nothing
Nothing is All.

"Is"  is  "Is"
And  "Is"  is not  "Is not"
For "Is  not"   is  "Is  not"

and vice versa.
Or versa vise.

For versa vice is its own
vice versa.

to tell her of my victory;

Not show her my battles.

Red, green, yellow, blue
What are colours but a point of view

I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me

Dragging myself outside, heavy neck and eyelids.
Music let's me fly.
You can fly with your eyes closed.
I float untill my body hits the ground.

i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much

I need your help
English is my second language, at times I tend to type
words the way I hear them and not the way they're spelled.
Please do correct me or question me when I write
something questionable.
In my poem Checkmate I wrote the word
"chess-board" wrong,
I had written 'chest-board' I got questioned
on another site and corrected the word.
I don't mind being corrected, it keeps me learning
I don't get offended.
Thank you!
Luz

Be like water.
Be fluid and transparent,
And have nothing to hide.

I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille

She was a thrifted sweater and denim and jersey knit sheets
Pizza breath and red wine and toothpaste
Alabaster skin and knotted hair and freckled shoulders
A tangible dream and my favorite good morning
She agreed to let me kiss her and I agreed to let her slip my shirt over my head before she became
Blood and tears
"I trusted you" and "I’m sorry"
Midnight poems and a drunk "I need you"
I’m afraid I loved you like the way I wrote

You.
Are.
A.
Walking.
Masterpiece.

My entire life,
I have been waiting.
For years,
Almost two decades now
I have been waiting.
Waiting,
For the better parts.
Waiting,
For the “soon”.
Waiting,
For my life to begin.
Because,
I don’t feel like I have lived.
In the nearly twenty years
I have been alive
And breathing
I do not feel
In any of those years
That I have been alive.
I don’t feel like a single breath
That I have taken
Has been real.
I feel as if
All these years
I’ve been stuck
Behind a window
Watching as my life unfolds
Before me.
I feel that
I have had
Zero control.
That I am in the backseat
Letting someone else drive.
That someone else,
Is writing on the pages
Of MY life.
But no more.
I will break that window,
I will take that wheel,
And I will write
My own pages.
My life has begun,
And now -
I’m in control.

Rain drops feeding leaves
Deserts growing cold at night
Spiders spinning homes

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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

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.

Come on boy
Can we let our bodies talk
I may not speak your language
But I know you want
Me
But I know I want
You
So could we
Just take our time
Baby make me feel right
Maybe just this night

You were teaching me
for years
how worthless
I were

Now I walk around the world
learning
my own lessons
of love
and forgiveness