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 Jan 2023 Isaac
M
I never know what say  

a memory of longing
is painful as it keeps

decaying in my chest

putting my love on paper
doesn't take it away
it amplifies the sting
trying to move on

infecting the open cavity of my being

you read my words like you understand
but I'm lost in a memory of what would have been

trying to collect shattered pieces of my own self

emptied and dancing whisked into the shadows
like the end of a dream

feverishly waking up because my feelings weren't received

give them but don't get them
like as if I sent a letter of longing

never in return
I try to write but the words are my tears
drink up
and only then you will feel the same
as I do
 Jul 2022 Isaac
Hannah Christina
Have you ever been somewhere
the acoustics just right
and your voice somehow warmed like a fresh cup of tea?
You hear yourself singing
notes tender and bright
and the atmosphere joins in your melody.

Not a scratch or a crack.

It's just like the sunlight of goldenest hours
or the dimly lit mirror that conceals and empowers--
all your flaws swept away a merciful haze,

backlit and glowing.

Have you ever loved someone
like a radiant ghost
or a bright constellation of beautiful things?
Head so high past the clouds
in the glittery host,
you could make out the song that you wrote them to sing.

A vapor delight.

How many
of your best portraits can back to taunt you? How many
of the feelings you loved
just were never true? Many see
only
exactly
precisely
we think that we need.

How many
portraits of others have you copied back from your memory,
and got it so wrong! How many
futures and pasts have you dreamt up for closeness and beckoning?
Many
never know anything more than a cold, quiet seed.

Come to earth,
sit in the dust and let it settle in.
You are earth. Dust, yes, and star-wind.
You are more than a shadow, a mist or a light,
and all of you's looked at in love and delight.
Do not love yourself, no, or anyone else as a vapor of what they should be!

Have you ever been somewhere
and it wasn't just right
but your heart somehow warmed like a fresh cup of tea?
You hear yourself singing
notes tender and bright
and another voice carries your melody.
This one comes from someone deep and I intend to set it to music so I'd really appreciate some critique! Thanks, love you all!
 Jun 2022 Isaac
sandra wyllie
the walk. You talk. You’re
a painted flower that has no
perfume. You’re stenciled on
my bedroom walls to look at –

not consume.  Flat and one-sided
you left me misguided. You spoke
the things I like to hear. But none of it
is true. In all the years,

I believed in you. And now I have
not a thing to show. You planted seeds
that didn't grow. You bragged about
the garden. But the frost from every breath

you took made it harden. No footsteps
in the soil. You watered me with oil. But I
didn't dissolve. I floated on top, a yellow
raindrop of gold.
 Jun 2022 Isaac
Mikey
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 Jun 2022 Isaac
Mikey
.
if you look up the definition of love,
a deep affection for someone or something is the result youll get.
but love is more then that,
its tears
its pain
its fighting
its screaming.
love isnt beautiful
love is a war.
 Jun 2022 Isaac
mads
Stroll in,
Stay a little,
Take what you need…
What you desperately want.
Leave.
Leave.
Leave.
The door never stops spinning.
Earthquake, storm..
Not even a calm summer breeze
Can make anyone stay.

Nothing steadies the dizziness.
Nothing eases the gagging pain.
Nothing ends this.
Once again I’m alone, and once again I’m too much
 Jun 2022 Isaac
Mrs Timetable
Listen
 Jun 2022 Isaac
Mrs Timetable
I may be simple words
But if you
Write me some music
And let me translate them
With my voice
Then I will show you
They are simply
Not just
Words
Anymore
Artistry of song writing and singing is such a gift. At least I can enjoy listening.
 Mar 2022 Isaac
jude rigor
being with you is such a pleasant feeling
i'm scared to write poems about us
you're so precious
i don't want to
romanticize
you
might make this into another poem
 Jul 2021 Isaac
Warren
Suicide
 Jul 2021 Isaac
Warren
To finish your own life by hand,
May seem like the right thing to do.
But to free yourself from this land,
Is to imprison those that love you.
 Jul 2020 Isaac
Esther Pollak
Whenever I cry I'm guilty
Am I allowed to cry when another's pain doesn't compare
I stare with a dropped jaw as others tell their hardships
Am I allowed to shed tears when so many wish to lead my life
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