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Chloe Pepper
I trace my mind for things to say
Of how you left my heart in disarray
I think of all the times we had
Trying to find the ones that were not so bad
Some days I wonder if we would’ve made it
Maybe if we didn’t always fake it
The love we had was so raw, so true
And all I can think about are the memories of you
As days go by I slowly see
Everything I wish we could be
My heart is hurting as I try
To slowly say my final goodbye
Kafka Joint
Don't worry,
Don't you worry,
Yours is a good story.
Salvador Kent
She is drinking free coffee
I am sitting across from her
Giggling I can get used to this
I feel so free. The sky is half dark
Walking across the street
I imagine the brush of a hand
But no, she’s taken. Life does these things.
At least she swings my way
From time to time, a lot of people don’t.
I am whispering to myself
I can get used to this. Her arm
Resting by her side is tempting mine
And I am whispering I can get used to this
Crossing the road leaving her behind
The faint smell of coffee
Imagined on her breath even though
She’s taken floating away
I am crossing the road
I can get used to this.
s y kalindara
Sleepless at sunrise
till morn sings its lullabies
and dreams are unpaused.

Copyright © 2021 by S. Y. Kalindara. All rights reserved.
I often struggle to sleep at night.
Her love for me was mellow
Instead of feeling blues
I always felt yellow

She was a weird fellow
The portrait of me she drew
Her love for me was mellow

Every time she says hello
She doesn’t have a clue
I always felt yellow

She called me a marsh mellow
She said I’m her muse
Her love for me was mellow

I sniffed into her pillow
She smells like morning dew
I always felt yellow

Once again she said hello
Watched my heart flew
Her love for me was mellow
I always felt yellow
give me your words
I will read

give me your voice
I will listen

give me your sight
I will look for you

give me your heart
I'll keep it warm

give me your love
you will understand
Within I hear a myriad sounds,
I forget—
It’s loneliness  that resounds
Dada Olowo Eyo
The many, undeserving dead,
Deserve national outpouring,
Every single poor soul,
Cut untimely from fame or fortune;

No one soul is made more,
Is worthier than the other,
All came from the earth,
And it hath the last say;

So why demonstrate double standard,
Roaring silence when calamity comes afishing:
Abductions, medical neglect, ritual murders,
Innocent blood shed wantonly daily?

The transience of power is earth bound,
Only the heavens will forever stick around,
The sun rises on the day of reckoning,
Be prepared, oppressor, your time is nigh.
In commemoration of a black day in the history of Nigeria, young people express disappointment that after one year nothing has changed about the brutality of government against unarmed protesters exercising fundamental human rights on 20-10-2020.

The hypocrisy in high places is evident with the way government pampers terrorists and cracks down on peaceful demonstrators.

The collective spirit of the people of state has defied all kinds of intimidation and continues to fight for a better nation-state that respects human life and makes living in Nigeria a permanent sweet experience.
My Dear Poet
I’m not broken
Just dinted

I’m not burning
Just scorched

I’m not shattered
Just splintered

I’m not dying
Just hurt
In the universal language
of middle fingers
and eye rolls.
ten word poem
Satisfaction i crave
From a relieving blade
Replaced by the temporary
dopamine wave
You're not talking to me.
Avoiding me.
But the 5 second eye contact we had
felt like everything was back to normal.
Since yesterday...
The lies fallen and
the justice rise up

Don't you see?

May you not be
Blind to see the
Light and may
You not be deaf
To hear the sound
of  landing truth
Her eyes were fiery
While her lips peeled away
Her sun was setting
But her colors never fade
When she bites she is bitter
But when she smiles she is sweet
Like a nectarine emblem
She’s the fruit of life’s tree.
i am constantly
so high i can't see
bleeding profusely
blurred vision
starving, shaky
i'm just playing games
i don't want anyone to save me
guy scutellaro
...the meadow and the puddle
you wouldn't come out of

wild and simple joy

invisable to eyes, now...

I wander the meadow grass

the fields where the flowers glow
in early morning

the fields you
only dream of
where your soul is always free...

and you come running

spectral through the mist

I walk lonely fields
It's somewhat ironic
That i'm quite good
At unravelling
Quite complicated knots
And solving puzzles
Both physical, and theoretical
Yet i seem unable
To tidy up my flat

by Jemia
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)
ghost queen
early bluing
of an autumn sky
nip and chill
of a countryside

as seasons turn
things remembered
for a summer
lost in time

basking in the glow
of a fire
and the warmth
of a lover

snuggled deep
in each other

finding love
and shelter
between heartbeats
and whispers
Salmabanu Hatim
Teach your children to give and share to less fortunates on their birthdays,
Not take or expect expensive wishes to be fulfilled.
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
Yourself your punching in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

All rights reserved.
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He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.

She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.

Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.

There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."
I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself

you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning

you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear

whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'

you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart

forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything
And with a sincere smile,
she looked to the stars
knowing the future was worthwhile,
even, with a thousand scars.
I wonder if I really am kind hearted.
Most people think it’s true,
But maybe I’m just afraid of being mean-
Maybe I’m afraid of being you.
Kelly McManus
Concepts time money
theories mental functioning
all so amusing

                     Kelly McManus
Opal Wood
As a year draws upon us
I miss your pretty brown eyes
The way they sparkled in the sunlight
Causing me to forget my pain
I miss your tender voice
The way you loved me
They ask me
"What was it like losing him?"
I said to them
"An empty hole left deep within me."
On your death bed when I said
I shall never love another man like you
I meant it Granddad
No other man compares
My Granddad died 26th October 2020 from cancer. I'm writing this as a memory but promise to him.
all I see are
crashing waves
purple and orange,
and yet my mind
thinks only of you.
no one loves me
but they claim they care
if they really did wouldn't they see

i am falling apart
fragile to the touch
yet they keep on pushing me

closer to the edge
and they think i can take more
so they push farther till i'm at the brink

it's like they know i can't swim
but they are going overboard
and they'll be suprised when i sink
she said she was born on the edges
of paintings someone had always forgotten to finish
she said she lived on the banks of rivers that never reach the sea
her voice trailed off at every juncture
giving the afternoon a song
that only the heart could hear
“and do you feel this as I do?”
gazing softly into nowhere

She paused
and let a sigh that vaulted a chorus to her presence
it heralded above all the things we could never see
it wrapped it’s arms around the world
and gave birth
to what she had always yearned to say
but language had always failed

from the fragrance of the river
she shed her outer most layer of mistrust
“we are”, she said “incapable of deserting ourselves here"
“it is this naked hollow that
bestows the paths
from which we will approach"

“by looking
into you I have already been laid bare,
let us reach under this skin,
touch the untouchable
and finish the edges of a painting
long forgotten
and stained with the graffiti
of your past”
For woman
I took a rowboat out into God's anger
at midnight in His angry swollen sea.
I never cared about frailty or danger
I just had to row toward my fantasy.
Swept up in some kind of allegory
bordering upon my lonely purgatory
I might live. I might finally die
in my awful rowing another try.
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Dear self,
In losing you

Days seem blurry
Nights seem scary

Heart grows weary
Eyes turn teary

I lost the merry
I lost the power to write my story
Carlo C Gomez
Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it
your eyes are full of galaxies and i just want to sit and stargaze until i discover every last one.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
ive come back
the doors in brain
had been locked
I had forgotten
I’m the girl with the all Keys
In a world with all the Locks
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