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 Jan 2020 David J
SWebster
Burn
 Jan 2020 David J
SWebster
Burn it all.
I want to strike the match that turns this to ash,
I’m sick of living this
I want it destroyed
I want it burnt
I want to taste the bitter victory of cinders in the air.
I will stamp the embers out
So all that is left is grey, black and white.
 Jan 2020 David J
Rockwood
smash.
 Jan 2020 David J
Rockwood
where are you
where are you
where are you?
                              Not here.
please come back,
I miss you, but
would never
                               say.
your presence; I've
become addicted
to your presence.
                               where?
a five minute walk
north of where I
sit in this minute.
                               you?
please just return
your face, your smile
your voice, warmth
                               are.
 Jan 2020 David J
charles
p
 Jan 2020 David J
charles
p
i wish you knew how i feel,
fighting my demons,
while missing you.
losing my job,
cause im searching for you.

shaking alone in our room,
reaching for our moon.
throwing my life,
like there's nothing to lose.
 Jan 2020 David J
Lillian May
Be gentle with us.
please.
or not
it's your call
but keep in mind that we as poets
we feel too strong
which is not to say that that is wrong
we don't ease into love, we quickly fall
we love like we're dying
we live like we're small
but in our minds.
in our minds we are flying

we feel everything at once
you wouldn't think it by looking
looking at our normal fronts
a disguise, a charade
but prey don't believe a masquerade
a poet can be but anyone
existing silently
a poet can be but everyone
existing violently
we all make up stories
we're all acting to a degree
so things aren't so different
no not so different you and me

we notice the quirks
we notice the nothings
if you meet a poet then you should believe
you should know that we
we love what we see
and appreciate all forms of beauty
for to us imperfect is lovely
perfect doesn't exist
we have those markings on our wrist
of all the awful places we've been to we kissed
we've kissed the devil when we went
to hell and back again

so now that you have been informed
that a poets heart is easily scorned
knowing we feel deeply
knowing we feel more
more than we really should I've warned
we don't just love a person when we fall
we love their whole world
we love it all
and when we're hurt it is hard to trust
and thus
please.
Be gentle with us.
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