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 May 4 aAr
Decembre
You
 May 4 aAr
Decembre
You
Why is it
that whenever I pretend to love,
or try to think of
how it would look,
I see you?
 Apr 19 aAr
Blue Sapphire
She said, "I am afraid ."
He said, "Why? I am here."
She said, "That is why."
 Apr 18 aAr
janie lay
oranges
 Apr 18 aAr
janie lay
i want to peel your skin back
and reveal your deepest sweetness.
to look at your veins
and memorize their paths.
maybe then i’d understand
why you are so rough on the outside.
it takes a lot of work,
digging your fingernails into the flesh,
pulling and pulling until you are bare.
but it is all worth it;
to visit your center,
to break past what conceals you,
and take you apart
slice by slice.
—apparent late spring.
I wish the heart responded
to all that's in bloom.
I can't help the heart pulses. From Haiku #035.
 Apr 18 aAr
jules
Sometimes the past slips away -
a dream that never was.
But the wanting stays,
like a ghost in the hallway.
We carry it,
each step a little lighter.
 Apr 18 aAr
Decembre
Last night I dreamt
Of music
And theatre
Front row seats

I could see
Every expression
Every fake tear
Every barely hidden laugh
Like I was in on the joke

There were some others
Too, I think
People I knew
People I loved

Together we smiled
There, in the front
Upon plush red seats
Numbers 88
To 91

Until suddenly
BOOM!
The air ripped me apart
Only a second of realisation
Before that world was gone
Basically imagine the bomb-test scene from Oppenheimer. The dead quiet before the sound hits.
I for the life of me can't remember what preceded this part of the dream--something weird I'm sure--but I remember it ended with a bomb that legit felt so realistic (well...as far as I can imagine) I could feel the vibrations of the hit. I didn't even have time to be scared in the dream. No waking up with a sudden lurch either. It was just
BAM
****
gone, and I was awake.
For a few seconds after waking I briefly considered the idea some people believe that "dreams are glimpses of alternate universes". Had some version of me just died? Ridiculous, but I entertained it the way you entertain daydreams.
I mourned a little for imaginary me.
It made me think of the scary times we live in. Things could change, just like that. Things are changing.
I am incapable of writing
So don't try to convince me that  
I possess countless poetic ideas.

Because at the end of the day,  
I see only failures in every attempt.  
And I'm not about to lie by saying that  
each setback helps me along.

Because no matter what,  
                        I feel trapped in a cycle of mediocrity.                        
And I am in no position to believe that  
true inspiration dwells within me.

For even in my darkest musings,  
Am I as uninspired as my doubts proclaim?
Backwards poems are so fun to write! They take away my writer's block!
 Apr 18 aAr
Dan R
Save us
 Apr 18 aAr
Dan R
Your image still sits
under the red traffic lights
On the other side.

And to watch you whilst
Dancing between the painted
Lines of pedestrian lane,

Your scent left me unmoved.
And to your unnoticed tears
That fell beneath the concrete.

To be chosen by your smile
might be the ugliest way to
Say goodbye to this ugly world.

We could both leave this place,
Cure you over the stars
And be at the moon but

You kissed the dust,
and bled the pavements -
And no one came to save us.
If my poems can put your suicidal thoughts down,
I keep on being a writer.
(even if I'm not.)

I'll keep on finding
the very best metaphors.
(Sorry, I know they're not.)
 Apr 18 aAr
Vianne Lior
Crow tends the cuckoo,
its heart cracked, yet still it heals
shadows nurse the thief.

 Apr 18 aAr
Paige
Foreign land
 Apr 18 aAr
Paige
I grew wings
At the sides of my teeth
I flew words
Long before I could speak
I made a bed
Of all you meant to me
Yet here I stand
Alone , in these sheets
So find my peace
In what's left of me
Walk her pain
Through the kiss on her cheek
Feel my tears
As you hold her hand
Take me back to that foreign land
Where you loved me
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