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Sarah Clark
bookseller, revving habit/fever

the Wright book, I say.
the poems about the tree,
           elbows on the counter.

i say i say i say, leaning in.

                                                         a drop of rain
                                                         hangs from a pine
                                                         needle   finds my
                                                         finger    my lips.  

unseen is not vacancy.

the question of a pile
of decayed blue feathers-

where does my power
come from?

             a magic trick-

off trail   recording time
many months and nothing,
though today my
       dead bird
       is back, disappearing.
patty m
Flaccid is death

like snow drifting to earth

a dearth of visions dimly illuminated,

question sanity, humanity and such

yet snow like dust

swirls and blows away

and life's imprint

soon melts

like footprints

on a snow covered day.  .

Sigh, we live, we die,

so who am I

to ponder fate

with innate lines

when the sand is

dwindling and I'm

running out of time?

Sublime aspiration known suddenly
In falling.  Falling is easy; getting up
Can take effort-One says I will walk
And be content but temptation defies
Reason.   Eros will have its way you=
Sisyphus falls once again for the joy -
That does not last -It is so easy to fall
So hard to get up.  It is human to err...
But still we must grow up where to fly
We must fall; and Love have its  Way
Till the end that still we are children

Sweet bird of youth bird thou never wert...
i wanna die. i wanna die.
i wanna die. i wanna die.
i wanna die. i wanna die.
but i can't seem to pull the trigger.
always say no
when they come and hurt you

always deny
whenever they Long

always know
It is not
my wish.

It was just a girlie sect murderer
She must fade away. Not you must do anything.
You had the power.
In all of this time you had the power to release me not only from the prayers that my soul received once with its funeral, but from the grief that came after the ceremony.
To see you praying for me after you threw mud on my grave is making even my guardian angel cry, cause only he understands the hurricane that surrounded me after the peace settled in.
You had the power to release me, so tell me,
was it good using my love for anything but romance?
Was it good leaving me in agony for you soul to bloom ?

And if the answer is positive, I must thank you for helping  me understand that in all of this time I could’ve release myself
from you.
Like apple blossoms
Entice bees to sweetly dance
So you call to me
Haiku form
Past midnight
Cruising the backroads
In yer Monte Carlo
A cigarette on my lips
A tear on my cheek
There comes a fog
Then a rain
Is it true
That I can only see the shadow of you?
Cherry blossom under the street light
The lilacs are not ready to bloom
It is all beautiful
And it is all gone too soon.
I still dream of you
And when I awake
It still feels as though
You'll be lying
Right next to me
But the harsh reality
Sets in
And I brace myself
For the monotony
of another day
of my true love being very far away.
a sky with a gradient of blue to grey
it followed red minds
glowing through a burning gaze
eyes pointed at me
and yet I wondered,
why do I see ashes behind you?

once I was engulfed
I still had to be sorry; I couldn't be angry
so you witnessed my tears instead
and yet I wondered,
was it as painful for you?

extinguished to smoke
recovery took seconds
you simply ran beyond me
and yet I wondered,
why was I the only one who still couldn't breathe?
just a few words
on the tip of my tongue
i'd say 'em out loud
but then they'd become
twisted by your perceptions
and misunderstood
i keep to myself
for my own good
Sharon Flynn
girl dressed in a lapping
blue-waters gown
stands in a nest
of long-legged storks
remembering a moon
just exactly like this
in a hazy light just before
the dark garments of dawn are torn
is he looking out
over the water's edge
thinking about her
as she is thinking of him?
keep dreaming, the water says
as the dish runs away
with the baby's spoon
and speaks kindly of dreams spun
Just Matt
I have been on here seven months
I wrote about many different things
I needed to get them out of me
It is true ignoring pains don't heal them

I wanted to say
Jesus is my best friend
He is Lord and only he has authority to forgive sin
Jesus is the only name man can call on
to be saved

I was told two years ago
I have only a few years left on this earth
So I have no reason to lie to you about Jesus

I had planned to write poems through June
but I can't do that
I have to little time to waste
I am going to find a woman, get married
and have a fantastic few years

I will try to answer any mail to the end of June
but maybe only once a week
Take care.....Matt
I beg her to stop hurting me
As she digs the knife deeper
Telling me she loves me
Telling me she knows better

I beg her, 'Mama please'
But she's not listening anymore
In her eyes, I am only child
Still a child and nothing more
Joshua Marshall
Now that I have
I can sleep
at night.

Your warm
an echo in the
kiran goswami
The hardest questions to answer are the ones that end with a full stop.
Tony Anderson
Let's fly away
To worlds unknown
Playing strange games
meeting people with funny names
discovering treasures untold

Let's fly away
To see dragons and castles
Meet Kings and Queens
Fight alongside knights
To save the land
To win the pretty maidens hand

Let's fly away
High above the clouds
Let's continue to fly
To never touch down
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 ****** –”
I know it sounds ******,
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.
Jithin manoj
I wish,
I could cry it all out
let the tears roll

Ironical as it seems
I felt everything ,
The sadness in the eyes.
The happiness in the smile.
The affection of the arms.

Yet I have nothing  
The sadness in my eyes
nor fear.
The happiness in my smile
nor disgust.
The affection of the arms
nor anger.

Like sponge,
Easy to slice and slash
and simply burn to ash

And I know
it is I
barely alive
Jayantee Khare

hold me not
touch me not
maybe I'm clumsy-clumsy-clumsy!

have headache
want chocolate shake
maybe I'm lazy-lazy-lazy!

feel me not
mind me not
I'm cranky-cranky-cranky!

the mood is swinging
find me clinging
I'm touchy-touchy-touchy!

may be crazy
sometimes hazy
I'm moody-moody-moody!

stay away
go your way
I'm feelo-feelo-feelo!

just be there
patient listener
I'm despo-despo-despo!

here i contradict
have conflict
I'm ******-******-******!

changing hormones
troubling estrogens
tell me not a fatso-fatso-fatso!

maybe I'll be ok again!
maybe you'll love me then!

Maybe few females relate....resonate....rate .....
A big thnx to all readers and those who appreciated, thnx hp, thnx Elliott
Baylee Kaye
you’re the breath that fills my lungs
and the fire inside my bones
you give reason to my woe
no matter how dark the night may seem
and you’re all that I need, all that I’ll need
Ears bitten by bitter words.
Words that are said to be out of love.
Yet each time there’s more hate in each ear piercing syllable.
Love by will not by force.
Do not discredit another for mistakes.
The mastery of our kind is unheard of.
Yet tame.
Merciless words fracture my heart.
Shall I return the favor?
Do my words eat at you?
Sour aren't they?
To me they're bitter-sweet.
no matter how hard
these winds blow and shake me
i stay  r o o t e d  with the Earth

storms exist to awake me
one of the first few
rhymes i ever wrote
*and still my favorite*
she wacks my

wings as we

figure this


while i buzz

to her that

she ought to

let this dance

practice her

more often.

while the honeycomb

drips thick like mad--

an avatar descends.
I see the lights through the window
Forming shapes in your ceiling
We lie in bed and you look at me
You don't say what you are thinking
But you smile and get closer.

I hear the traffic through my window
Keeping me awake till late at night
Too late to say what I was thinking
That time I wanted to stay
But left anyway.
sheila sharpe

Distance yourself
from this world
before you
into its troubled atmosphere
are hurled
I’m not going so say it again
But you know what this is about.
I don’t know why I keep feeling this way.
I wish I could stop
this isn’t about you *******
Peter B
Her eyes
reflect my moon.
In her eyes
it's always full.
I don't want to live my life
on silence
on this dead peace
I want the noise, I need the beat
to make me lose it
with joyful tears
I need the thrill of the ride
I need the riot inside
I need the quiet independence
Faiza Ayyub Khan
I could never decide whether to be forlorn
Or fill the void with fruitless ally.

Each sunrise that was witnessed by me,
I had to resolve, whether to exist or to live.

Day after day I had to find a way
To be adroit and ardent without going astray.

When my heart and mind were in utter chaos,
It was love that gave them tranquility.

My mind was a mere symbol of menace,
My heart an epitome of solace. ~Faiza Khan
Lora Lee
I sit
on a canopy
of cool air
straight,  aligned
my soul afloat
heart gently graced
Lotus palms,
fingers touching
as chakras form rainbows
from my base,  
all through my spine
divinity frothing free
In prismatic pulses
my heartwaves
flushed of poisons,
energy cleansed
I am open
as the universe opens
to me
my third eye
in blossom

and even here
you reside in my
tiniest of fibers
even if I wanted to
I couldn't wash you out
you look into me
parting me,  gently
reaching into my
deepest of

I am fresh fruit,
pulled apart
My juice runs
like a godly river
without me even
parting my thighs
Time and time again
I am electrified
touching this earth
the ripe flow of you
folds me into
little earthquakes,  
seismic vibrations
Only felt by me,
shaken to subtle core

and even if I tried to
resist it
you melt into me
like breath
you rock me
from chaos
into still ponds

for now
to calm the raging
waters that flow over
and through me
I sit
I breathe
and feel
one with
the heavens
and earth
the inner magic
rushing to me

I have myself,
woman of woman
and you,
a part of
     my landscape
The shadows whisper in my ears
The voices in the back of my mind
The ones I write down
Just to get them out
But once they're on the page
They can't hide from me
And I can cut them down
Make them bleed
I know they want me to surrender
Because we both know
I'm a threat to them
So, every breath I take
Is a victory anthem
Every beat of my heart
A drum cadence
It's the song of life
And as long as it plays
I'm winning.
We can win tonight
We can win this fight
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Twisted hips
Broken roses
Father dozes

Stale air
Circulates through these lungs
Blood vessels enlarge

Tears streak crimson
Staining dessert cheeks
We keep turning

The world keeps turning
The world keeps bleeding
Blood that's been shed

Runs throughout
The rivers of faerie

Nettie Schulte
U    B
     B              B
          E     L

Perfectly round

         U    B
     B              B
          E     L

Sparkling in the sun
                                                 U    B
                                           B              B
                                                E     L
Floating on the breeze
    U           B
     B                       B

You once said
Your love for me
Will never die
That you would love me
For evermore.

And now you tell me
That it is all gone
That nothing is sempiternal
Nothing lives for eternal
the dirty poet
i see the flyer at starbucks

"are you caucasian?
without mental health
and drug problems?"

i don’t know the answer to any of these questions
is a jew a caucasian?
is the occasional *****, ****-slamming drunken rampage
a drug problem?
as for mental health
i’m a deadbeat poet and unpopular pop musician
i’ve got a job fighting death and boredom
and i just changed my facebook password to "eat ****"
my frustrations have driven weaker souls to homicide
but are these PROBLEMS?
Rama Krsna
the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
for the exorbitant price of one

at the chasm
of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains
as life’s sole friend

the memories of love
belong to time
and this aging body
to the five elements.

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