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sunrain afternoon
the architecture: our design, our formulation

we design as we go along.

plans develop themselves organically.

somehow, we formalize, organize spontaneity.

learning-as-we-go, ourselves teaching each other’s selfs.

celebrating, locating our tangent intersections,

plotting points on the X Y axes of us.

labelling our quadrants,
past, now, planned but yet-to-be,
the unknown unknowns,
all upon blue lined graph skins.

a formula of a celebrated curvature, two unknowns, solvable, we are quadratic.

the precise precious solution,
a single square root,
that intuits the wee of our

our solution is annotated for all
mathematicians as the

square root of us.


somewhere in the internals
Chandler M
Can't get over you


I'll forgive myself

For thirsting over you
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
Pilar Orozco
People hit their quota of sadness
I just have to pretend to be okay
A skate park at night is all I dream of
The glow of our flashlights
As bright as our love

To watch the wheels turn on the boards that we stand on
The wind blowing through my face

I wish to lay down and admire the stars
When secretly
I'm admiring you
I know I shouldn't think like this.
Through The Leaves
The Sun Allows
Golden Shreads Across
Her Boughs
While Around Her Roots
Where Nectar Reigns
There's Jam On Tap
From Marmalade Veins
I could be looking at you
and not utter a single word
but in my mind
I have already put together
a hundred words
that would later on
become my poetry.
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
Johnny walker
I still remember to this day being told by
they could do nothing more for Helen and
had let her
I cried God please don't
take my wife away from
mebut In
I knew she had to go for
through pain Helen had given
up she had no fight
left In her It had taken
all Helens
strength away from her
Helen fought so
hard for
But her life was coming to an end leaving me with nothing I
could do but to watch
slip away comfort
her the best I
Helen deserved so much better
than she received In
life but she free
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
Am I Like the girls in your life?
the ones you tell me about
Do I stand different?
Or am I just part of the crowd?
You Lost My Trust
In The Dust
Of Your Lust
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
I feel you for a moment
Look so tired and so bent
Comes with a soft sigh
Kiss slow and sweet
Apart are broken
Together complete
Shes like a sunflower!
He exclaimed
Then his eyes darkened
"wanna see me rot her roots?"
thats when i knew he never loved me, he loved the power over me.
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
And then there are times.
When we talk talk and talk.  
Will pour our Hearts.
Will try not to Cry.
But no matter what
There will be no Response.
The time when we meet our dear ones in the Grave Yard. Missing my Dad already. Its been only 10 days.
I see her down the concrete path, head bowed low.
Her steps have the loneliness of old dust,
stooped over shoulders as she is, like a weeping willow.
I see her down the concrete path, head bowed low.
She knows of pain, of trauma, of which she cannot let go,
and dreams of no tomorrow, toward which she lusts.
I see her down the concrete path, head bowed low.
Her steps have the loneliness of old dust.
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
18 February 2020

There are things. that I no longer do.
Other things, no longer true.
My life is changing, in many lovely ways.
I cannot keep alive, all the older days.
Never would I say, that we are through.
Simply showing, I have grown, but still care for you.
I wish you all the joy in life, that I have found.
Through blood and strife, we are ever bound.
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
peaceful silence breaks
between frozen winter fronts
when crows squawk their glee
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
don't leave me alone

even if I begged you so

trying so hard to let go

I'll hold on tighter

don't leave me alone

even if I said so

I'm desperately screaming inside my head

no I'm not okay

the voices say I'm a burden

so I shut my mouth and forget I'm broken

I can feel it

every inch of my skin

I'm sorry I can't say it

please just leave me alone
kailee cardinal
I'VE been crying

JUST quit hurting

TRIED to live on

TO you

FORGET the hurt

i've just tried to forget
Ugo Victor
Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?
Mamta Wathare

I whisper them with deep mad longing


in your name

Night Sky
I want to write you
I want to put your smile into epics
Your eyes into ballads
Your kisses into rhymes
I want your hands as a free verse
Your smell a pastoral poem
Every word you speak is like a love song
And I want it
“Tattooed on my soul”
I want to write everything about you
And fill a thousand books with you
My muse
My love
I want it to well up in my ink
To overflow
Spill off every page
Like I feel your love spill
Onto me
I want to write your every detail
As only a lovesick poet could
My boyfriend makes music, and one of my friends heard his song and said she wanted it "tattooed on her soul". I wrote this poem for him
I find beauty in dark places
Love in mysterious ways
Comfort in unbelievable happenings
I'm not weird
I just pay attention to things others neglect.
Life isn't worth living if it's viewed in one perspective
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
my feelings don’t stop
they run and run like the water from the faucet
into the bath you prepared for us
and by the time you and I get in the tub
it overflows
lavender scented bubbles coating the white tiles of your floor
I try to clean it up but the ground just get sticky
and I feel your eyes bore into the back of my head
as I mop up the leftover bath salts with your faded, yellow towel

another kind act of yours ruined by my worries

i can feel your hand loosening its grip around mine
as we step onto the subway platform
and you don’t grab at my waist
while I make oatmeal in your kitchen like you used to
back when my bruises were endearing and I was light and new

but my emotions peek through the cracks
that past lovers left inside of me
the hole my father made in my heart when I was 8 years old
occasionally shows itself when you ask why
I can no longer drink orange juice in the morning

and when the sun makes it way through the curtains
and shines onto my body
it’s easy to see all the pieces broken inside of me
and suddenly i'm not the dream you thought I was
Luna Maria
the sun is shining
but the light
doesn't reach
my heart.
I used to be happy a lot
like the beauty of the sunset,
your love leaves me
and in
Not mine
Pointless worrying
Not yours
Pointless questioning
Not his
Pointless arguing
Not hers
Pointless doubting
Not theirs
Pointless measuring
God's time.
i dreamt of you once again-
i wish i had not woken up.
Shi Em
but you see -
she has
a tendency
to be silent
when it gets
real loud
inside her head.
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