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I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.
blood runs thicker than water

but they don't mention
blood that's like a poison
infection passing through your veins
parasites are hard to evade
when they're part of your DNA

so we drink fresh water
keep gulping it down
until we drown in it
cleanse my lungs of this thick black smoke

family is not always a refuge but a dungeon
Jesse Mellinger
serve it on the salver
serve it on the platter
any way you serve it
cold is the only matter
little lion
It's funny how easy it has become
to break someone's heart.

Mere seconds of fingers flying across a keyboard
is enough to shatter their world,
and the only warning they get is
three little dots...

Then there's nothing but silence...
and they're left to pick up the pieces
of the cracks that go deeper
than just the screen.

Cracks that can't be fixed by a kiosk or by mail-order replacement.
No. These cracks...
                                                                ­             they're permanent.
Words seem to hurt more when you have to see them laying in front of you...
Mrs Anybody
why the heck
am i
that hard
i see
a notification
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almost efni
I'm not going to lie
and say that everything and everyone in my life
is dark and empty

I have red passion for art
Joyful experiences of yellow with loved ones
Green days of peace, and sweet blue rest

But when you add colour to black paint
It's still black
And I am still sad
Please, understand that

i'm smiling, i'm laughing but i'm still sick. sorry for disappointing you. i'm more disappointed than anyone else, i promise
Silence is a terrible curse
so if you have someone
that is close enough to you,
open your mouth and speak.
If you’re wary of making noise
or you’re simply full of fear,
keep opening your mouth
until the words finally come out.
Life is too long
to never make any waves.
Make beautiful noise.
You and I are in the same boat.
I struggled through the statuesque, the picturesque, the beautiful, the grotesque and arrived untarnished from the lies their pictures told.

fight them every day and fight them any way you can.

I watched an orange sun
bob on a turquoise sea,
watched and all for free
no pretence there to be
anything other than what
it was.
The unimaginable that must be imagined
The flame in memory of the flames

Let the living live for the dead
So the truth of the dead can live on.
Holocaust Memorial Day
As you sit down the porch
you feel the waking warmth
of the vessel on your palms

Your eyes are still blurry
barely drawing vaporized spirits
An aroma pierces
through your sense of smell
to the brain;
like the sun's rays
slowly melting the clouds
painting a promising sky

Then comes the first taste;
your body heats up
heart roaring faster
like a machine
getting ready for action,

and at the last gulp
you slowly hang your feet
to another seat
as you begin to depart
from your dream state
to a bittersweet reality.

"This is what I'm going to do today."

The greeting of
a morning coffee.
You will never be the thing that hurt you
Michael Smit
I always overthink
Leaving permanent ink
One thought
Next another
Each and every other
The constant annoying utter
Dante Purge Atore
I once read that life is a present we did not ask for, but is too valuable to give up
So tell me,
If I never asked for you, is this the reason why I only feel alive when I’m with you?
Look around for a moment,
Nothing will ever be the same.
The light will never hit her face like that again.
The breeze will never blow quite like that.
Enjoy the uniqueness of right now.
Mary Zollars
Wilderness in the brightest light
Imagination that always takes flight
Never will it end for all of time
For it shaped the universe in its prime

Chronology has no place here
With the fantasies of fun not fear
No one will let out a tear nor prayer
Knowing they are safe here in nowhere
walking through the wood i see
a windy river that flows.
i know exactly where i want to be.

moonlight shines onto a nearby tree;
a cat climbs up with stripes that glow.
walking through the wood i see,

tall flowers that grow as tall as me.
i feel the dirt between my toes,
i know exactly where i want to be.

i count the birds, one, two, three;
they fly past, all of them crows.
walking through the wood i see

that the world is beautiful and free.
there are no pressures from down below.
i know exactly where I want to be;

i feel as if i am filled with glee.
there is no sadness, no woe.
walking through the wood i see,
i know exactly where I want to be.
this is a villanelle i had to write for my creative writing class
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
Karen Lang
What if all our heaviness
Our pain
Our tiredness
Our chaos
Our separation
Simply is here,
because we cannot see
our need to surrender
to our truth
to our wounds
to our brokenness
to our separateness,
To our freedom within....
So often I look outside myself for connection, for healing, for my needs, for love; only to discover the separateness is within me. And when I see this, I can surrender, let go and heal.
David Hutton
You were overzealous, had me concealed.
You tried to care, you thought you were my shield.
You created this storm-cloud,
Always angry and loud.
You were hazardous, too weak to be healed.
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
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                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and

I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
d       ­     


                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
             ­                             ♡
                                  ­        I
       ­                                             s
                  ­                             o
                     ­          s
                    ­                              y
                                 ­                   ♡

                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
                                                               ­                 a
                                                                ­                     n
                                                               ­                   d
                                            ­                            ♡
                                   ­                            c
                                                               ­   l
                                                            ­                d
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                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                  ­ n
                           ­               h
      ­                           r

the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
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♡                                      ­    
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                   You                                                              ­    
all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
n   ­                                                       
♡       ­                               
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e                               ­       
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       Winds                                                            ­              
blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
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I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
Grey skies , leafless trees
A moment of quietness
Remembering Spring

Loving Nature As Always x
Lamar Cole
Kobe Bryant is with us no more.
The good do die young sometimes, that's for sure.
He was a basketball hero in LA.
He always played the game hard, that was his way.
An NBA legend he will forever be.
Always an inspiration to people like you and me.
I'm not staying,
it's my blame.
I'll leave the innocent;
I'm not the same.
I've got blood on my hands.
Pressure to understand.
You're right.
You've always been.
I tend to forget.
I won't bother you,
still my existence bothers me.
My mind smothers me.
The nights scare me;
comfort is scarce.
The dark makes things worse,
and this silence hurts.
It can be so loud,
the noise of nothing.
The sounds of your thoughts,
utterly isolated.
I love y'all;
but I don't love me.
I can't live up to what you all think of me-
all feedback is welcome and appreciated!
They say,
if you throw a frog
in boiling water
it will hop right out.

But, if you turn
up the heat
it will boil to death. 

I did not realize
that the heat
was inching
and upwards.

I was swimming
in burning water,
in blissful ignorance
of when
it would all come
crash down.

I did not know
that I was boiling.
when a heart broken
pours out all
her feelings and
translates them onto
words. something
beautiful gets created.
appreciated by many but
never the one
she's always written her
heart out for.
You dangled the words
right above my head
like a dream,
too high up for me to reach.

How cruel.

For you to say you love me
when you barely mean it.
Ashly Kocher
Positive energy sheds light filling our hearts with a simple delight
Positivity can be healing shedding the light from the ones we have lost. Filling our hearts, even for a moment, knowing they are alright giving us a simple delight. #positive #delight #lovedones #poem
Closed my eyes to one nightmare
and opened them to another.
Tossed and turned, wet my pillow
Trying to wake from that terror
Morning came.
Closed my eyes to one nightmare
and opened them to another.
Tosses, turns, tears...
no good.
A nightmare that can’t be woken from,
only slept into another.
It happens.
Sometimes it feels so good, the adrenaline rush for the adrenaline ******.
Sometimes you hate yourself more than you did before.
The sweet yet incriminating taste of relapse.
It happens.
Suzy Berlinsky
♫ “All vaccines are and have been causing ischemic (impaired
blood flow) damage - to all - creating a plethora of chronic
illnesses, disease, and in some instances, death. The
injury from vaccination is additive; each vaccination
further injures.” — Dr. Andrew Moulden M.D., Ph.D.
Hippie heights
Mile high
Everyone a little high
Smoke a little
**** a lot
Just hit up a parking lot

Find your friends,
They're everywhere
Just look here and there
Inspired by Ian Robinson
Kurt Philip Behm
This morning,
my body stopped in
to say goodbye

Thanking me  
for the joy

Forgiving me
for the pain

Fading into
—one last time

(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2020)
I’ve learned more in the dark
Than I ever did in the light
Here in the depths of my being
I’ve felt things that border on the supernatural
I’ve had epiphanies that have blinded the corridors of my mind
Making everything clear

I swim in these waters of despair
With the most gruesome manifestations of my pain
And yet
I still feel a ferocious heartbeat
With an undying love
An immortal flame
Keeping me alive
Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
how do you name
this kind of strength?

the thing she loves most
shatters her, irreparably

shards sink to the depths
drowning she dies there

then recreates herself,
returning to care for it
looked for you
for 21 years,
what you were
up to when some
nights felt lonely,
saw you in
every person
I came across
thought about
your existence
way too many times,
and many times
more I taught
myself not to,
and here you are,
a call away,
your touch;
a hug away,
your presence;
a heart beat away.
When effulgent sun scattered his splendors in the firmament
And charming flowers shed their pure, sweet bewitching fragrance
Then I whispered an adoring adieu to my loneliness
And cherished the blossoming muses of stoup in ecstasy.
words and rhythm
her weapons

her art

seeking chaos
where there was none

making stories
where there were none

just so she can tell them
i feel a sort of
internal obligation
to live an absurd life
because people love
well-told stories

and that's my art
joe machetto
less is
or less
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