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 6741° 
Alex
We stare at empty light
Look at fake pictures
Pretend that everything
Is just okay

We watch pointless videos
Mindless entertainment
To fill the endless void
The people have created

We don't know what to do with ourselves
To keep us occupied
We don't know what we like
We don't know how else to hide

The world is ending
People are dying
We are all stuck
In a fake world

Just zombies
Trying to cure ourselves
Of the terrifying void
Outside
 750° 
Chloe Haas
That girl sitting there
is a beautiful tragedy
her mind is an aghast
her body
is her grave
her bones
ache
while her throat is being strangled
whats wrong with her mind
cant ever be untangled.
she,
is a beautiful tragedy
 716° 
n
It’s so hard to grieve the loss of someone who’s still here.
Holding my breath just to hide the fear.
Where did I go wrong believing in ghosts?
 606° 
Carlo C Gomez
Searching for Galileo,
    the race to be first home,

In a sea of patients
    we climb the probability tree,
    walk upon the shore collecting
      memory shells,

We win the little wars,
     lose the big fight,

These windows are breathing apparatus,
     this ceiling, a blur of tungsten sky,
     rain, tears, weep,

To rest near to you,
     the technicolor sleep,
     and I died with you,

All farewells are sudden.
 549° 
KATIE BARNETT
an alluring moon bathes in the
generosity of the enveloping sky
Stars twirl into nothingness
as I lay a blind eye to the wind
bulbs burst with possibilities
on ocean's rim
the trickling down of rain
swells uneven earth
Day succumbs to darkness and
lays down forthright
 415° 
Hanzou
All the things I did weren't enough
If the person I once knew
Tries to find those on others
It just means that
Even if I try to do better
If I'm not the person that is wanted
It's always never enough
 396° 
Lion
What is love?
Love isn't for the ones
Like me
Soft-hearted, fragile heart
Love is for those
Who are careless

What is love
My heart is too fragile for love
 333° 
Matthew Bright
The search for true love
when planets align ,
then blinded by cupids
Time serves the
Divine .
☆
But when angels are singing ,
the two lovers kiss ,
in a garden of tulips
where makes sacred tryst .
They were truly born in space and never left the memory of their many lives to turn to dust on some lonely planet .
This is how my relationship with you was
The problems  of life stopped me
But you understood
what was unspoken by me
In return I made myself a mirror.
that crap coffee,
work
lunch at the diner
come on
whine a little more,
the door that's locked
the profiles that are blocked
the things we can't see that are
hidden from you and denied to me
cute girls with obtuse angles
the way your hair tangles up
another crap cup of coffee,
blame it all on the algorithm,

if it gets you through the day
even if it's wrong
do it anyway.

I went fishin' and caught
fifteen plastic bags
blamed it on the algorithm.
 264° 
butterfly
Manipulation, there's no prevention,
you know I keep coming back.
Keep pretending, you are helpless,
while you play with my heart.
My obsession is my profession,
I can't forget you, but I can lie.
It's all illusion, my confusion,
you are never gonna stop coming back.
 250° 
n
𓍼
Wrap around me,
tape me up,
add a bow -
then rip me up.
i am in pieces,
but at least it’s -
short n sweet.

‘tis the season right?
the river knows
as does the grey

of the rain
the dark windows

of the church know
and the confetti

of leaves wet
upon the cobblestones

he isgone

to ng ue ti pp ed      
                               in to the            
                                              in fi ni te

heis gone
 223° 
Seren
As the days, weeks and months pass,
every memory will vanish..
Yet first, I will forget your face,
then your smell.
Then all the good and bad times we spent together.
As the time goes by, we will slowly disappear from each other's mind.
Now it is painful, but time heals everything.
Recovery takes time.
 217° 
jordan
golden locks caress her shoulders
as light upon horizons’ play
softly falls the moonlit night
as stars slip through the veil of day

she speaks in tones of tenderness
as her ashen light fades to grey
filling up his empty cup
with the words he couldn’t say
Sometimes spending some time alone with a golden sunset is the cure for writer's block
 209° 
Peter Wyatt
I've often receded
with these tears, back into
shadows of past moments,
digging into scars,
redrawing the wounds,
lifting a heaving chest
to drag it back down
with the setting sun.

Coming into your light
had been a forged destiny,
but I'll never know
what I ever meant,
when arms are broken,
being unable to fix
what is lost.

When I said to you
I'll never float apart
from your once-yearning
distant heart,
I felt it in the call
of birds in the trees,
as I allowed myself
to walk forward,
even if it led me
over the edge.

Here I am
to drink in stillness,
to remember you
in your frozen state.
I released a hand,
as you are at peace,
as I am here
to let go of a petal
for your cemented,
sealed place.
 202° 
Thomas W Case
When the urge
to react to the
tactless clowns,
and
down looks like
up,
and life's teeth
are sharper than
a steak knife,
breathe,
and take a
sacred pause.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vbj9bj58Txw
This is a repost from last year. Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, which is available on Amazon.
 196° 
Imran Islam
My memories have left me, and breath will soon,
Because you left me alone, this afternoon.
I asked the evening sun, I asked the full moon—
They won’t give me light; the dark comes soon!

Maybe I won’t have a next morning;
This feels to me like my last day.
Do you have some words you’d like to say,
Before I become a fading balloon?

I have walked in the woods, by nature,
I have sipped all love, like a green lover.
I won’t dream of doing anything anymore,
But swimming in a blue lagoon!
 189° 
Liana
To return home
Alone in your bedroom
Where no one can see you
And to finally let yourself cry
Screaming silently into the night
 179° 
Asher
silent strength within,
words and bodies claimed in vain
minds untamed, fierce free
 160° 
Arawyn
He looked at me,
The way the sky looks at the rain,
Waiting for patiently for the relief.
Hands intertwining around my waist like vines,
Every touch felt.
Warm lips pressed against mine that has been worn.
Heal them I say as if they have been broken so many times before.
I love you,
I love you.
Our love is inevitable.
 158° 
n
I've always been a little selfish,
a little spineless,
a little reckless.

I'll use anything as an excuse.
An excuse for the lack of -


                                      l  o  n  g  i  n  g.


God, I wish I could change things.

Ripping off- each bandaid,
salting every wound.

God, I wish there was another option.

I am closing all the doors.
I am pouring gasoline.

God, I am so sorry.

I've always been -
a little mindless.
Always shown -
a little too much kindness.

I've just never felt so flightless,
I don't really feel like -
I should fight this.
I long to be just -
a little bit dramatic.
 153° 
Paige
We walked through every corner of our fantasy
Wrote essays of the pleasure hidden within our resolution
Adamant that the torture of our adultery, was torture to us only
We bath our skin in the bloods of our innocence
What had made us become so famished?
Why had we relished in the depths of our depravity ?
Why did we live in a love where you and I were nothing but a fantasy ?
 148° 
CR
listen—
this is just the way it is

I see your headlights in the drive-thru
last winter
in the camera lens tonight

this is not personal, you said
you cried, thinking it was dark enough
voice steady (if you focused on the radio)
not personal, but permanent
and I was in no position to argue

lately, I haven’t had much that I’ve ached to tell you
—that feels a little personal—
and I only remember when certain angles of light
hit me like a freight train
after the sun goes down
 123° 
Tim Emminger
The stars are shining bright
The sky is clear tonight
music on the radio
It's time to let go

Time with your friends
A blessing to the end
The world doesn't matter
When you have  love

The fire is burning bright
The laughter is no surprise
A sparkle in someone's eye
When you have love
 121° 
Daria
I want a touch of Eminescu
To make you fall for me outright,
And hints of Grigorescu’s hues
To turn your art to pure delight.

A bit of Creangă, I would keep,
To share our tale for all to hear,
And, blessed by Slavici’s stroke of luck,
I found you near, a heart sincere.

With Blaga’s strength, I’ll crush my fears,
And Bacovia’s heart shall feed on pain,
To make friends with my solitude,
And find some beauty in the rain.

And maybe just a bit of Petrescu
To spend with you one final night,
So Stănescu will recall from me,
You were my rarest, purest light.
The poem is inspired by the great Romanian writers and artists who shaped our literary and cultural heritage. Each reference—Eminescu, Grigorescu, Creangă, Slavici, Blaga, Bacovia, Petrescu and Stănescu—represents a unique influence on themes of love, nostalgia, solitude, and artistic passion. Through this piece, I wanted to weave their essence into a personal journey of love and reflection.
 120° 
My Enchanted Life
Inhale, feel the sadness.
Exhale, let go of the sadness.

Inhale, feel the pain of not being able to help someone you love.
Exhale, let go of the pain.

Inhale, feel the confusion of not knowing the right thing to do.
Exhale, let go of the confusion.

Inhale, feel the crushing fear of rejection and abandonment.
Exhale, let go of the fear.

Inhale, feeling all the things.
Exhale, letting them go.

Nothing left but emptiness.
What do I want now?
To drift into the darkness, floating on your beautiful voice.
Lead me with your words into the quiet, numb darkness.
11-10-24
 116° 
Eetu Manninen
Your smile reminds me of the sun.
It brightens my life

Your laughter it's like music to my ears. It makes me forget all my problems

Your eyes blue as the ocean the waves of emotion that I feel are overwhelming

But when I am alone.
I think about you non-stop and the life I dream about us together.

Only thinking if you saw this you would think only less of me.

So I eat myself from the inside watching you from the outside

Seeing you happy, smiling, laughing


I see you like that music
I see you like that food
I see you like those clothes
I see you I know you,
But you don't even know my name
Not my story or someone I know. Saw a document about a stalker.
 104° 
Cassandra
I brushed off the old dust,
I let in the bright morning sun.
I pierced into the deep solar glare,
I undid the senile spurn.

I tied my scrawny hair back,
I felt the wet leaves of the fern.

My eyelids shut closed as I took in,
the stale smell of mouldy wood and of rusted tin.
I put together compartments of paper boxes,
I made my way around the barren room,
I felt the air brush past my skin
I opened the door and I let the world quietly step in.
 101° 
Pavel
the account of everything
is in your eyes
no matter how hard you try
to tattoo scars away
 101° 
Angharad
I want to melt into someone
                               and feel their soul give way
 91° 
Christina S
As the autumn leaves whirl around
I sit quietly listening to the sound
And look outside, struck by what I've found
The beauty that surrounds

Now fall is not my favorite time of year
Christmas is, and for good cheer
I get to spoil my kids, and my dear
And love abounds

I love my husband and he loves me
There's no arguing, we live happily
I'm awestruck everyday by what I feel and see
Like his queen, I was crowned

So as I'm faced with autumn, and the cold
I'll surround myself with love and beauty untold
I have my love and he has me to hold
As the leaves fall all around
For my love
 85° 
Whisper Yes
Remember the ground is always right there
Touch it
It's right there
Closer than you think
When your falling through oblivion
Drowning in a sea of overwhelm
Of madness
Of unfelt, undigested feelings
Remember you can put a foot out and feel the ground
It's right there
 70° 
Reuben F
Your hand slipped away from mine
So, so cold as autumn leaves
And that cold, cold morning wine
And the handguns of thieves.

Reaching out I saw you go
So, so still as naked trees
And that same old morning glow
And the nests that hold the bees.
 67° 
Alaina Hammond
You scare us, sir
You’re way too wise
And barely old
We can’t compete
But we infer
With small surprise
You’re far from cold
And slightly sweet.

Dear god, please end
This dumb, cruel joke
You’re strong as hell
You can’t be sick
Please mend, please mend
What illness broke
Please make it well
Once more, a brick.
Originally published in Nomad’s Choir Poetry Journal, 2016.
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