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 Feb 2020 Sylph
basil
"emo"
 Feb 2020 Sylph
basil
now i know
you wear all that
black
to absorb
all of the
light
and warmth
and color

that no one
ever gave
to you
 Feb 2020 Sylph
xavier thomas
1)Don’t assume other people are mind readers.
2)When you ask, be bold in what you want.
3)Be specific in what need & what you wanted.
4)Be clear about what you won’t tolerate.
5)Forget dropping hints.
6)You need to ditch being a Moderate.
7)A “No” is not personal.

~being direct is not being rude
 Feb 2020 Sylph
Kurt Philip Behm
You’re desperately lost,
writing your way into the madness

Each word a false beacon,
your hopes to decry

You’re desperately lost,
searching the caves of your memory

Delusion the caretaker,
your verses to lie

You’re desperately lost,
as every voice now deserts you

Time running backwards,
the heat turned up high

You’re desperately lost,
as the Sirens misguide you

The torch of the demon
—burning darkly inside

(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)
 Feb 2020 Sylph
A Mess of Words
I want to be spring rain,

Dancing gently on you.

I want to be winter snow,

Melting at your touch.
 Feb 2020 Sylph
Oemor J
Feline love
 Feb 2020 Sylph
Oemor J
I can’t give you the world,
but I can give you mine.
I’m not feline.
but I’d choose you,
In any life.
It would be you in all nine.

I gazed at this beautiful view,
While telling the stars all about you.
This crisp night in Budapest,
I told them why I felt so blessed.

The sun rose and ruined my apprise,
It’s fresh light filled the skies.
I still had so much to declare,
I’ll be the chuck to your Blair.
First poem
 Feb 2020 Sylph
Archana Biswal
Silence hit me hard;
When I wasn't able to hear the melody of the waves near the seacoast;
When I wasn't able to find souls & species in the most chaotic street of the Metropolis;
When the cold breeze seized to blow;
When the rain drops didn't collide;
When life met death;
But above all ;
When my profound thoughts stopped yielding noise in my head, Silence completely took me into it's realm.
This poetry of mine clearly depicts the irony of the thing that Silence is making robust noise in my head and I'm completely under it's influence.
The angels' harps play a sacred tune,
while planets dance around the moon;
In subtle strains our spirits rise,
and leave us grateful and starry-eyed.

Recalling life as it once seemed,
this vision floated inside a dream;
In many days of endless chants,
the angels' harps cause us to dance.

When voices touch each other's hearts,
there's always a sign creating sparks;
And with that strong secure emotion,
then lives connect with pure devotion.

No longer chilled in fears of life,
all folks fly far away from strife;
The added wealth of kinship stands,
as children sing while holding hands.
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