Kanishka

Jul 2019

Bo Tansky

What should I do with my blank slate
Write something about love or
Something about hate
I hate that I wait
Why bother to think
Just go with the flow
Write before you think
You can pause if you need to
For some rhyme to amuse you
But really, you’re looking for
Someone who will not abuse you
Someone to rise to the innuendo
Never taking offense, will defend you
I’m having a me-too moment
Looking for a friend
Not an opponent
I’ve worn my heart on my sleeve
What good has it done me
I think you’ll agree
It’s clear you don’t want to hear from me.
I could apologize for being me
But, why should I
I haven’t done anything
Except endlessly try to be a friend
It’s finally dawned on me
This was the end
So goodbye friend
I just want to say
If I ever offended
Pretended
Defended
I’m sorry
Please forgive me
It was only me being me
Maybe a temporary insanity
Nothing to get alarmed about
Chalk it up to my vanity.

Kanishka Jul 2019

A Poet's Soul Is For Everyone To See

I didn't feel like writing today.
I was afraid I'd say the unsaid.
I dont wanna face the truth,
I dont wanna give up on us.
Why cant you come back to me,
And be the way it's supposed to be?

But alas I'm a poet. I must write.

Jul 2019

April Ariane Magdua

You found You, You lost Me.

Was leaving really the answer?
You found yourself,
But you lost me.
You earned freedom,
But freedom meant missing you.
You had me under your feet,
I let you linger in my skin.
I want to keep on loving you,
But loving you was my greatest sin.

Jul 2019

thesa

soul

because you fed my soul
it is empty now

#you #empty #soul

Jul 2019

wizmorrison

ALL ARE NOTHING

Way back when you're gone away
I can feel my heart torturely breaks,
My tears rolling down my cheeks
Like a river fastly flowing.

On the day you walk away
I can feel my heart frozen,
It grumbles as it bleed behind
Shaking, sweating and hurt.

When we're apart
I feel like a crampled paper.
Oh! It's like a game
I've really lost the victory!

Now we've both moved on from the past
As our chapters turns to another page,
Thanks for your love
It's all work for nothing.

Jul 2019

nishta

bloom

meet me there.
over the horizon,
where the line between the sky and mountains
ceases to exist.
where my canvas remains bare
and blindingly white.
yearning
yearning
to be painted.

splatter me with hues of colours,
then leave me
leave me unfinished.

so i dissolve
my very essence
pooling at my feet.
now a murky shade of brown
i seep to the ground
and lay there.

but a tiny flower blooms in my wake.
nothing but a fragment of what once thrived.

ive been gone for quite a while.
physically and mentally

#flower #colours #poetry #love #loss #heartbreak #abstract #youth #paint