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Sweet blueberry wine
from across the sea
you brought to me
the lovely night

Where she swayed
and laughed like bells
dancing free around
the shabby kitchen

that first time
we drank drunkly
she on sweet wine
and me on her smile
It's easier to watch sometimes, drinking in their addictive mannerisms than to tell them.
I was chased by
But I was never
Maybe I was
too happy?
Showunmi samson
This life
a drama scene,
Different plays
in the scene.
Some enjoying,
some striving,
some suffering.
Everyone has a role to play in this dramatic world.
For there is no escape route for the babies for they have to take part
in the scene.
Everyone has
his/her lifestory with
an end.
No one is saved from
the scene,
he be dead.
To everyone out there...
life's long journey ends
in explosive final acts
smiling salmon die
Carl D'Souza
Everything my love wears
is beautiful
because it’s on her.
Merope Angel
You’re to hate me
No matter what
I know
Desire rod
Your absence is haunting
I’m losing all control
Till there’s
Arms open, looking up
Taking in the world with each breath
Inhaling the toxicity and poison
But no less returning the gift of life
As I plant my feet firmly in the soil
Long devoid of all essence
Eroding away in the same winds
Which threaten to topple me
My purpose is to give
I act as a buffer
My voice goes unheard
And my legs are broken

And all I did was give the gift of life
You let me walk on you like you’re carpet,
Baby don’t do that, try and stop it
i just wanna change it up a bit
break up
She told me
I will make you
Even from my grave..
Bijan Rabiee
I'm not a seasoned poet
As standards go
I have neither the will nor wit
To assemble words that exhale
Sensuous truths of beauty
I have been tossed in poetry's net
To serve and protect its fate
I'm not sharp enough
To detect Moon's climb
For I'm not Archibald MacLeish
I'm no master metaphorician
To equate yellow fog to a cat
For I'm not T.S. Eliot
I'm just here to release the waves
That load my pen to barrage
Their organic ammunition
I cannot delve into the dark show
As smooth as Edgar Allen Poe
I'm not one to sing of love, of wine
For I'm no Rumi nor khayyam
I can't settle music's dust
For I'm not Robert Frost
I can only write what I'm taught
By the shadow rulers of Art
If Yeats is awake
And Shakespeare watching
If Whitman, Dickinson, Keats
And the rest of the sublime ones
Happen to be espying
They would regard me
As an underling
And that would be a win
For I shall never reach
Their poetic spin.
Every day ,
I only wanted to know about my girl ,
I don't even care about you .

Every moment ,
I keep thinking about her ,
Never remember everything good you have done to me .

Every step I take ,
Must be walking towards her ,
Never visited you even when you're sick.

But ,
Once I've been broken ,
You never left me ,
You make me calm ,
You emptied out my sadness ,
Eventhough I've never cared about you ,
Thank you my friend .
Thank you axel .
Qualyxian Quest
inside again today
avoid the summer heat

nothing much to do
no one to defeat

if she called me I would run
to wherever we could meet

but I am not the one
so I walk the solo twilight street

This is my final goodbye
It's hard for me to see you walking by with that other guy
Even though your heart didn't feel the same way
but I'm glad you brought me joy
Time kept moving forward
but I kept standing still
Waiting for you to feel the same way
but I guess such things only happen in dreams
So, that's why this is my final goodbye to you
It's time for me to move along with time
and say goodbye to this bittersweet dream that kept me tied
Joseph Sinclair
Denial rose
unbidden to my tongue
I could not disclose
the words that lay
in my heart

finally seeing a balance
in my bank account
smoking under the last
hours of the sun's reign
feel like i fell out of love
like i'm losing a part of myself
like my mom or dad died
she said boys like me
are bad ones
now that we're deeper into July
she said boys like me
make her go sad
I and all pastafarians
Celebrate a golden
In 2019
Pasta bowl
Wendy's was
Founded and Dave
Thomas died at age 69
Who shot the sherriff?
It takes alot to say you are my everything
But learning to read your eyes
Says it all back
Through it all you can still make my heart skip
Maria Etre
At this age
I still haven't figured out
how to become the life-connoisseur
everyone else has seemingly become
You used to adore me
Then I finally let you in
And now all you see
Are my flaws and insecurities

Is it all in my head
Or did you prove myself right
Is it because of what I said
Or what I did that night

I was so stupid
I was so foolish
I knew I shouldn’t have done it
But couldn’t help and be selfish

All I wanted was to express
And now I’m depressed
Because of the excess
Actions I could’ve accessed

I can be obsessive
But please see my intentions
I was trying to be impressive
But all it caused was tension

This is my flaw, I know
I just wanted to show
All the love that you deserve
But it’s that I couldn’t preserve
I’m already late.
It’s already set.
so just live in the moment.
And hug me a little longer.
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
Emilia B
You don’t see me the same way as you used to,
And it’s all because of me,
I wanted too much too quickly
I wanted you to want me.

It was just such a rare feeling
So I knew it was real
Out of everyone I had met
You made my heart heal

I didn’t know how to feel
I didn’t know why
But I guess... it’s okay
Atleast were under the same sky.
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 too *******.
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.
Being real is
the simplest
form of honesty.
Mike Adam

Pulled by moon

Entranced by

I am water



Or stinking

Like water

Out of Afrique

To Mars
Jason James
I told myself I wasn't going to drink today,
Yet by noon I was already bored
And found myself on my way to the corner store.
3 tall boys down
5 more to go.
Maybe tomorrow.
Haven’t you beat me down enough for one existence?
This time even my soul is tired!
I’ve been found a million times
But still I get lost in rhythms
Dreaming about a better place
Where angels no longer hide
Please let me become Divine...
Found and lost in rhyme
Repeating line after line...  Someone call me a shrink!!! (-;
He tells me to live more care-free
But I thought I was the one doing so all along
my love,
i can help
with your pain
i can play
wet rain
outside your
how about this?
is this okay?
are you safe inside?
if not then
i can stop
at anytime
i can be whatever
makes you feel
safe inside
You smile
I smile
You laugh
I laugh
You cry
I cry
You leave
Do I follow ?
Let's hold hands as we walk along the thorns that will bleed our feet, sands that will slow our journey and pasture that we will build our home
Ariana Bagley
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.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Shane Roller
Thistles and Roses
     Intertwine in my heart
Maddening thirst
     For your touch

Waves of desire
     Searing me sweetly
Wanting you
     Madly and deeply

Lying silently here
     With only these dreams

I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment’s gone.
We are magnetic
But you put out fires
While I attract them
Yet somehow
I can never
Antigone Awkward
The bergamot
Of whispering lips,
Gentle hands
Caress rose hips,
The clouds of being chaste
Boiling a kettle
Is an art.
For Neville.  And his kettle.
He found peace in me.
But, what am I to say?
I don't know.
No, I just shriveled up to silently shrill.
And to completely be? No.
No time to think that maybe the time we share
Could possibly turn this into something real.
The best high I’ve ever felt
Is the one I feel when you tell me
You love me
I love you so much
Alex Gifford
It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.
This came to me all at once. It's an attempt to describe the feeling of your mind being blown when everything lines up and finally makes sense.
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