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 1168° 
abecedarian
Todays new millionth sunrise bids me stand,
observe the river traffic from my kitchen window,
accept that my takings are debts,
a few, even paid back,
yet, most still owed,
for the origins of all my poems,
are oddly and oddity old,
unoriginal, second, third handed
as I look through the eyes of the dead,
and yours too,
this my unoriginal,
original sin....
(pretending  I am a poet)
 146° 
Nat Lipstadt
“of late, I have been falling in and out of love with words.” (Pradip)

Dear Pradip,

yeah had them symptoms too, pizza and penicillin, lost my sense of taste and smell, but neither helped, guessing gets tougher, when older, all those associated, assorted, amazing never ending, abracadabra, baptismal-bathing-broadening, buttered-up jobs & responsibilities when your suddenly taller by a new generational addition to the family tree, which means much more concerning, burning worrying words, you dare not say aloud, cause Shiva is too interested, and has too many arms, in interfering with your many small pieces of composure in pandemic days.

Sorry, buddy got no solution, maybe rubbing alcohol, maybe hard liquor, prayers on knees to a 57 variety of deities, try a different temple, start the week on a Wednesday, learn to rhumba, practice meditation way out loud, be annoyingly concerned bout everybody else, offer to do all the kids homework, buy the wife a new dress so you can have an argument regarding wasting money, so you can kiss and make up, heck and ****, you could even write crazy words in any order your personal dictionary commands, reorganizing them in reverse order, and then slapdash them together and call it stew,

don’t matter as long as you got the jaw jawing, the eyes winking, the people looking at you like you gone cuckoo mad, tell your children how much you love them in the middle of day, wave to a neighbor across the street, the gossipy one who always spying on you, sing some cowboy ***-on-little-doggie lullabies, interspersing a Yellow Submarine, croon A Long and Winding Road, and Do Not Forget to include Let It Be, preach with a whang damnastic fever to the street peddlers, then ask for a better price, by now your not-so-well repute will precede you, everyone be offering a cool drink, or hot tea, fresh paneer, really big discounts, the most comfy chair, asking what else ya need, tell ‘em a pen and some paper, please, and everyone will be relieved! cause you back to merely, plain, ordinary crazy, simply composing that wonderful poetry you love to
w r i t e
and everything is
r i g h t
in the world.

other than that, got no consoling words. Sorry.

Sincerely,

The Natster
-
strip mall church
selling rosaries
and hope
 116° 
Nitika Sharma
Don't you think regrets take you far
Don't press more
The past painful scar
Let it heal
The time will reveal
 96° 
Naomi
Pay attention to the supremacist,
the supremacist is the most white advocate of all.
Never forget the colorless supremacist
because if you do it might be the end of all.
 82° 
ymmiJ
looking back on twenty twenty
with the clarity of the rear view
we'll all be clearing our eyes
in disbelief
 82° 
The North Star
Respect is given freely
Earned? No
So it goes without saying, it can be lost
Pursuant to emptiness
Existentially present, eternal
Clinch it, like air
Take note, it isn't taught
Before the altar,
                    Were many kneels
           Which cleaved to the ground.
   River of tears streamed down every eye.
The moment of a thousand-life turn around.

                        I have sinned!
                 Oh Lord have mercy
                hear the sinner's cry.
                    So loud and clear
         With a heart; broken and dry.

          Blessed are the poor in spirit
    for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
           Hear the messsiah's words,
                 so faithful and true
       to the massive perishing world.
Blessed are the poor in spirit for  theirs is the
                      kingdom of heaven.
                            matthew5:3
 58° 
jordan
the low-hanging clouds
mean that god is in residence
on the mountain of serpents
just west of here

tendrils of holy mist descend
adding depth to my perception
of the many canyons and rises
that are just flat foothills most days

adding understanding
by obscuring
showing me more
by showing me less

only god moves in this way
i bow my head in reverence
for my father, god
for my mother, nature
 53° 
ShadowSpy
Broken?
Yes.
So she takes it to the fixer.
Broken?
Yes.
So he takes it to the fixer.
The Fixer doesn’t let anyone down.
It fixes the broken, and heals the breakable.
Broken?
Yes.
So it fixes and heals.
Because it is the Fixer.
No one can fix it or heal it.
Because no one knows the Fixer can be broken.
Everyone knows a Fixer. Don't forget about them, because they'll never forget you.
how can someone -a
math genius and a poet,
be so dense 'bout love?
I AM SERIOUSLY DROPPING HINTS ON MY IG STORY, YOU''RE THE ONLY PERSON ON MY CLOSE FRIENDS LIST, PLEASE READ THE ROOM. YES, I AM SENDING THOSE IG STORIES TO YOU!
 47° 
Han Drew
Sun
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
 46° 
Senita
Life moves like a movie;
Days with different themes;
Everyone started acting in it;
So you never try to quit.........
Movie life....be this......live in it without quitting...... happily
 46° 
Flower C
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
your presence
is all
i need.
 46° 
E
I am alone
Quiet roads and broken trees
Are standing like mourners
I am alone
No family or friends to guide me
No one is there
I am lonely
I wish someone
Anyone
Was there
I am alone
And I am lonely
 45° 
Jane
I think in feeling too much, I forgot what it means to feel at all
 45° 
e
was it something i said?
that made you anxious

made you angry
or made you upset?
please forgive me.
 44° 
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
 42° 
CSW
Tic toc
…..I miss you.....
Tic toc
…..counting the seconds on the clock until I see you again.....
Tic toc
…..seconds to minutes.....
Tic toc
…..minutes to hours.....
Tic toc
…..hours to days.....
Tic toc
…..days to weeks.....
Tic toc
…..weeks to months.....
Tic toc
…..Why did you have to leave?.....
Tic toc
…..I've never been so alone.....
Tic toc
…..I've never felt so lost.....
Tic toc
…..My heart is rending…..
Tic toc
…..Please answer your phone.....
Tic toc
…..Let me know you're okay.....
Tic toc
…..I'm staring at our photos now.....
Tic toc
…..*** please answer your phone.....
Tic toc
…..I can't take this pain anymore.....
Tic toc
…..I've never loved anyone the way I love you.....
Tic toc
…..Can you feel my heart beat across the ocean?.....
Tic toc
…..It beats for you.....
Tic toc
…..You are my heart.....
Tic toc
…..It beats in sync with the tic toc of this clock.....
Tic toc
…..It's driving me insane.....
Tic toc
…..I want to break it.....
Tic toc
…..Will I break myself?.....
Tic toc
…..I want to scream.....
Tic toc
…..I miss you.....
Tic toc.....
 42° 
Fifehanmi
Outside I am smiling but inside I am dying
To the world I am a girl with no flaws
But my soul is covered with scars from claws
The mask on my face is a perfect disguise
I have been telling the world nothing but lies
 41° 
ConnectHook
Marxist Lesbian Lives Matter!
Go read their mission statement:

We build a space that affirms Black women
and is free from sexism, misogyny,
and environments in which men are centered.

We practice empathy.
We engage comrades
with the intent to learn about and connect
with their contexts.

We make our spaces family-friendly
and enable parents to fully participate
with their children.
We dismantle the patriarchal practice
that requires mothers to work “double shifts” so that they can mother in private
even as they participate in public justice work.

We disrupt
the Western-prescribed nuclear family structure requirement
by supporting each other as extended families
and “villages” that collectively care for one another, especially our children, to the degree that mothers, parents, and children are comfortable.

We foster a queer‐affirming network. When we gather, we do so with the intention of freeing ourselves from the tight grip of heteronormative thinking, or rather, the belief that all in the world are heterosexual (unless s/he or they disclose otherwise).
 39° 
Maria Hernandez
I will always be there for you
I will always care about you
I will always fight for you
I will always love you

you were never there for me
you never cared, your silence was the key
you never fought for me, instead, you broke me free
you didn't love me, you  never accepted you and me
because you  judged a person I was never meant to be

Someday you'll realize I was there when no one else was.
That I loved you like no other, and I didn't judge you like the others
Makes me wonder, why do I still bother?
 38° 
misha
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
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 38° 
Keebo
I’m listening to Siouxsie and the Banshees
The song “Happy House” repeatedly
I’m laughing at the irony
The projections of a prefect family
Blonde hair, smiles and sunshine everywhere
Everybody’s thin and everyone cares
But sadly, that’s not our reality
That’s just something we see on the TV screens

What we have is husband’s beating wives  
Children on the street dying from a high
Angels losing their faith because of ****
And body size is always on the mind
But like Siouxsie says it’s safe & calm if you sing along
“This is a happy house, we’re happy here in the happy house
To forget ourselves and pretend all’s well
There is no hell.”
Music has and always will be an escape from this ****** reality. This poem is based on one of my favourite songs that makes me feel a little more “sane”
 37° 
guy scutellaro
staring out the window,
I remember you as you were

a bird always in flight

a fist full of tomorrows
held in the palm of your hand

staring out the window at the pouring rain
the warmth of your hand
pinions of a doves wing
your hand in mine

I will not see the shadow
under your smile


gathering all the light in a room
like a flower in the sun

I remember you as you were
 36° 
Just Grace
The texture of
My lips

Slur the notes
That drape my hips

Staccato
Across my midline

Crescendo
Look for us
 36° 
Brandon
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Unwavering
Until the end of time.
 35° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 33° 
pluto
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
 29° 
David Lessard
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)
 29° 
Vani
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
Just like the moon
I shine like a full moon
Once a month...
That's the day ..
When You are with me ...dear!!
Wish you were with me
Everyday ...
To be a full moon every day!!
 28° 
Jack P
Have you ever liked someone so much you regret meeting them?
What does this life desire of me,
that it granted and
then removed,
the knowledge of perfection?
leaving me striving,
writhing,
shivering unceasingly,
in my saddened, bursting,
hacking and hackneyed chest
 28° 
REY
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.
 27° 
Kayla universe
He was a monster, but he was my lover.

Funny,  I can’t tell the difference anymore.
This poem is about being in abusive or toxic relationships where your partner is someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, however they still do terrible things. Leave a comment and enjoy❤️❤️
 27° 
Elsa Rose
She's intense, but has a fragile heart.
Her mind is set, but emotions are all apart.
You use her soul by manipulating her with your words.
And she let you do it thinking, "oh,that's what we do in love".
But don't you take her innocence as a way to mislead.
You are not any oxygen that she'll always need.
Because she had the power to swing you in the open sky and let you fall to the ground.
But she chose to take in all your flaws and give you another chance.
So boy, treat her right and be a man for your women.
For she has the courage to walk away and never return.
 25° 
Bill Adair
On the beach at morning let me meet you there,
With necklaces of seashells and perfume in the air.
And this shall be the music that is played for you and me,
The murmur of the branches and the whisper of the sea.

And as you stand beside me in a linen dress of white,
Sweet shall be the kisses we share for our delight.
Warm will be the summer breeze as on your face it blows,
With bougainvillea in your hair and sand between your toes.

And in the evening we shall build a fire upon the beach,
Where no one can disturb us and the world can never reach.
Then as the night time music softly plays for you and me,
And while we lie beneath the stars beside the glittering sea,
We shall drink of love’s sweet wine as fireflies fill the air,
On the beach at evening, when you meet me there.
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