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 5639° 
A Mess of Words
I remember
sometimes

her voice would quiver

like paper lanterns
dancing in some
foreign nighttime glow

I fancy
sometimes

I knew that sweet tremble

at a tea ceremony table
beneath Chinese skies
many years before

it first caressed my ear
 1485° 
jul
to love yourself is an art
so i let other men sketch
their fantasies
along my hips
to prove that i am too...
                                                          ­ a masterpiece.
****
in a pretty wooden frame
that hangs
by my throat
gagging on the idea of...
                                                          love.
romanticizing the ***** heart
 475° 
ConnectHook
Jussie walks ! Money talked—and talked loud
To the Trump-hating race-hustle crowd;
And they break forth in cheers
As star Smollett appears
For their drama-queen makes them so proud.


For a moment Fake News became tense:
Jussie's narrative made little sense.
There were lies told in spades,
But the incident fades;
Now it's on to more current events.
 378° 
Micah
Your fingers

are inside

         my

                 wet

                          warm

throat

pulling out

                        sighs

of desperation

and cries

that thunder down like rain
 267° 
Rivea
it's been another late night into an early morning
my mind is grasping to rationalize
the feelings you gave me today
perhaps by the time you ask
why i keep yawning
i will have my
answer
 245° 
Inked Quill
I guess
We fell apart
In the most
Usual way
But then why
Does it hurt
When I see you
In the crowd everyday...
 240° 
Faith
Broken Heart
Broken Mind
Worthless Girl
Worthless Find
Waste of Space
Waste of Time
I don't know if I can live
Just one more time
 240° 
Swapnil Duryodhan
Sleep lasts a while longer during Death
Awakening is an alternating inevitability
 240° 
Aeryn
A smooth head tilt toward the sidewalk,
he gently gestures for us to cross
When ignored, he snaps a bent leg into place
as naturally as he's attracted to men
soft, intelligent eyes glinting through his rainbow helmet

His cycle stutters like he did when asking Jason out,
breathing out life like he breathed out "I love you",
a mustang anxious to rear up and gallop
He soothes the handlebars with steady palms,
then unleashes his bike's power
as soon as we're safe
on the other side,

off to meet up at a romantic café
with a man named Peter Ryde.
I was crossing the street this morning and saw the most passionate look in this motorcyclist's eyes. I had to write about him.
We are all, works in progress,

Working towards progress,

Progressing towards work.

Working to progress it out,

to work it out.

Works in progress.

Progress, work.

Progress works!

Work progresses.

Working it.

Work It.

Werk.

Work.
Today I met an angel
Her eyes they shone with love
She wrapped herself around me
I could not get enough.
 186° 
badtaste
I've been blind to hindsight
as long as
I've been in love with you
 182° 
Gertrude Levonté
change
change
lemon pie
change
 180° 
CW
That's all he could say
If I asked what I did
If I made a point
If I said I was sorry

That's all he could say
If a restaurant didn't have rice
If I said too much
If I said too little

That's ALL he could say
 156° 
Hannah
even after everything you’ve done
even after everything I know you’ll do
I still love you

I still love your quirks and your flaws
I love the way you smile at me
the way you hug me
I still love the way you hurt me...

you are a very dangerous boy
destroying a very fragile girl
and I’m okay with it.
shatter me
 145° 
Alysia Marie
I can’t hide it
I crave it
Needing it to survive
The pressure of your body
That look in your eyes
Pulling me closer
Oh closer
Sometimes by my hair
Pinning me to that mattress
Or whatever you dare
For I feel it
I love it
That taste on my lips
Unable to move
With your hands on my hips
Oh you know me
Control me
Fingers dancing on my thighs
All those nights that you’d hold me
Brought stars to my eyes
By that grip of your hand
Firmly ‘round my neck
Oh you’d punish me tenderly
I could never forget
Yes you’d pull me
You’d push me
Goosebumps emerge on my skin
Feeling the beads of your sweat
Drip onto my chin
Kiss me
Tease me
Master you know just what to do
To leave me on my knees
Begging for every inch of you


                     Alysia Marie 2018 ©
Not for the faint of heart
 139° 
Sophia Li
i am afraid,
one day I can’t recognize myself
 138° 
Sparrow
Love is a phenomenon
Not dissimilar to gravity
Like an ignoramus
The stoic heart denies it

Until it falls.
My dear friends,
should you fall,
I hope the surface is soft.
 131° 
Eloise Rose
Has my need to be liked
seeped so far in
that I have conformed yet again
in the words I write?
Has the only place I can truly be me
been contaminated with lies?
 126° 
Madison
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
 103° 
Safiya Husain
Gather the roses of love whilst it is time.
 102° 
JaegukLee
Have you ever felt
you loved someone that
you hated the person?

Have you ever felt
you knew everything that
you knew nothing?

Have you ever felt
the overwhelming happiness and grace that
you manifested signs of sadness?

Have you ever felt
the burning heart inside
though you are soaked outside?

Feeling feelings,
i do not fully understand
what they are
but they color the blank sheet of life –
 96° 
Jia-Rong Tsao
Our texts went from paragraphs
to sentences
to one worded answers
to one sided conversations...
you only check on me for one to two days, then forgot me...

So tell me, do you really care about me? If you need me to leave, I will leave.
If you think that I am clingy and annoying, tell  me! I can leave...just tell me the truth...please!
Stop pretending, you won’t have to suffer, I want you to be happy...
even if I won’t be part of that happiness
 93° 
Jen
Clay *** formed from earth,
The very thing that we are made
Of.
 90° 
Napolis
Come take
your mind
on down
with me .

let our bodies
be canvases
to the tributes
of our
lives.

leave  
our old stories
like tattered
and worn
baggages

by the
door.

be each
others
savior for
awhile.

a old lover's
lament.

not trying
to fill in
each other's
water color
dreams,

with lies
or half
obligated
promises.

and finally
when the
late afternoon

comes to
swallow our
worn
innocence.

close the
door.

leave unsaid
the words
that must
be said.

return us
both with
some dignity


to the outskirts

of our lives.
 87° 
Lawrence Hall
Some have said that the bravest thing we do
Is to get up each morning and face the dawn
It may be so. The light is grey and cold
There seem to be no reasons to go on

And yet - the morning sun begins to kiss
The sensitive, delicate springtime leaves
Turning their own hopes to the morning sun
Stretching their chloroplasts awake to life

So even as sunlight embraces the tree
So maybe there will be kisses - we’ll see!
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
 86° 
ymmiJ
My intentions were as a gentle breeze
Whisking away your doubts as the stormy
tempest slowly builds to ******
The road to Wigan pier,
still here?
I guess so.

but moving on
as we all must do
even if it's just to
muddle through.

The rich and the famous
the notorious and
the nameless
have it made,
it's all
laid out for them
and so can we
if we're allowed to
be free.

Be an exhibition
make yourself a
composition of
all you are.

the road paved with good intentions
never mentions the navvies
who
built it.

so,
build yourself into
the one you
want to be.
 83° 
Cory Wolf
I feel my mind spinning
Like wheels on a car
Always ever moving
But staying where they are
 79° 
Ajey Pai K
'Tis like this-

The pride of men is locked in mirrors.
Laying dormant, bound in fetters.
This prisoner is presented to a fool-
Ever at the end of a fruitful groom.

Ajey Pai K
For Peace. With Love. The Silent Poet
 79° 
Evan Palmer
Rose gold underbelly colored
pink folds' grandeur. Whereto untold
secrets folded tethered blankets
over fallen sunsets holding
concave oysters flush with pearl rings.

Full moon of sage and ivory--
empress wailing from viscous lips.
 78° 
Kieran
Who set this world on You.
Burning bright, blood alight at your fingertips a sleight of charm escapes your moving lips it's torturous feeling this limitless elapsed a breath.
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 70° 
Erin Asuncion
I'm tired of all the things I do for you,
Standing by the corner like a waiter serving you,
I'm such a fool to trust you,
Knowing that you're someone I'm closed too,

I'm tired of walking alone,
That's why I wanted to come along,
but knowing that you'll ditch me somewhere,
Is something I couldn't bare to see nor to believe,

Sometimes I let this slide,
thinking that we'll be alright,
But that was my soft side,
Now I'm free to fight,
Whether we're family or friends, it still hurts
 69° 
Al
Dust in a bowl,
an empty page.

You are the dust gathering, day by day.  A mirror image of an empty page.  The stars are shining but your curtains obscure, the outside is calling - please open your door.
 69° 
Chante Coutinho
You have this way
Of staring at me
That pulls on my heart strings

You have this way
Of drowning out
Life and all it's things

You have this way
Of stopping time
When I catch your eye

You have this way
Of making me melt
When you hug me goodbye

You have this way
Of singing to me
Without using any words

You have this way
Of making me miss you
So much it hurts
 65° 
Loser
Run
Is it that I ran away,
Or did you not run after me?
The vine curls on the trellis,
snaking toward the sun.
Soon the grapes will ripen.
 62° 
tayarose
i wish i can run
i wish i could fly
i wish that i can find peace inside my soul
 62° 
Sarah
We were the lucky ones;
To have found each other;
To have loved each other;
But now, you are the lucky one.
To have moved on.
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