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 Sep 2018 hannashe
Rich
Unveiled
 Sep 2018 hannashe
Rich
The icicles dance in my glass
the sun’s as low as the eyelash in your gaze
- almost set -
and I feel that stare in my bones
from my temple to my tibia
You’d like to take a peak behind this aura
and see if the body it houses is one you’d hold dear
Open these walls,
what appears?

Because I’m hoping you find a kindred spirit
I’m hoping you see I'm down to earth,
reach beneath my surface,
pick up a lodestone and find yourself magnetized
pick up a grin, borrow it on days that you need one.

But most of all I’m hoping you pick me up like a habit
And I promise I can take you places envied by your dreams.
 Sep 2018 hannashe
Arthur Vaso
Eat Venison
strike fear into his bones
appeal to his intellectual bankruptcy
make it run
make it hide
under his own verbal garbage disposal
conquer him
little man
squash egos into fertilizer
for your plants
turn his nothing
into another form
negative
to positive
as he decomposes
inside his tinfoil crap
For the first time ever I had someone troll me, of course being King Arthur, I forced him to remove his negative comments, thus why I thought of this humorous poem. So remember people, they are little ones, ignore all those petty people, and focus on all the great actually very talented poets here!
Please tell me something,
and do not lie.
Is something fading
between you and I ?

I've noticed changes
in the recent past
and waited patiently,
hoping it wouldn't last.

I give everything
I can give you,
but what's given back
seems long overdue.

You say nothing is wrong
and you are just fine,
acting as if
the problem is mine.

Something is different,
not like it was before.
I'm doing my best,
trying to restore

The way we showed love
to one another
without crowding you
or trying to smother.

I just need to know
if one thing is true.
Do you still love me
as much as you used to?
© Timbo318
Dealing with all sorts of problems, I know many of you here love poetry, to find comfort in poetry, to express the thoughts you can't seem to say it out because you find it cheesy or foolish? Maybe you just want to leave your thoughts here, out of your mind, staying anonymous hoping no one you know will find out your thoughts? Or are the inner side of yourselves, totally a world apart from your exterior selves? Regardless of all these, I hope you can find that hope in life, hope in God, hope in yourselves. Maybe you can relate to these, I sincerely hope these can make you guys feel better :)
 Sep 2018 hannashe
Janine Jacobs
I can’t breath.
Your holding a pillow over my face,
and call it love.
I am not quite sure when you and me
became we, and us and ours.
You talk about forever
and I listen, halfheartedly.
While watching your lips move,
I plan ways of escaping.
You were too much
and yet, still not enough.
After awhile I questioned
why I was holding on so tight.
I held on until my fingers ached
and calluses formed,
and it no longer felt right.
I was choking on the silence
of all the words I wasn’t saying.
Suffocating.
Slowly my heart became a tomb
and you, the mourner.
I am truly and deeply sorry for your loss.
what is poetry
without a tear
for the dying embers
the distant cheer
for a truth now lost
in chaotic bliss
the magic hidden
within a kiss
the whisper of love
only lovers hear
what is poetry
without a tear
9/15/18
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