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Should I tie myself to the tree-
The tree of the jaded;
Please tell my younger self:
The rope was quick and firm
And served its purpose well.

The sun treated me kindly
As it bleached my eyes,
As the wind caressed my feet,
As the sky greeted my bones,
And tomorrow held me in its embrace,
While today greeted me with laughter.

Wild voices-
A spent, warm breeze-
Early morning bodies
Come walking beneath me.
The older one offers prayers;
The younger ones cried.

This wind betrays me-
For they think me dead;
Dispell this notion-
My body has become
The excrement of my soul.

I weep with the lovers
Beside the frozen river of solitude;
I probe the caverns
Of my protracted melancholy;
I convalesce
In the esoteric expanse of nullity.

On endless day breaks,
On the back of the air,
Through narrow streams of eternity
And the swelling, consuming threads
Of bitter fulminations-
The light shall find my face.
Trying a new style with this one.
orange and soft leaves
like golden beautiful things
like shining new dreams

sweet cold frosted glass
like cold frosted broken things
cold cold broken dreams

clear like a moonbeam
or other bright empty things
sweet like empty dreams
rambles?
 Sep 2018 No one
Madeline Thetard
Today I told someone hello.
2. They didn't say it back.
3. Today I smiled at someone in the hall.
4. They didn't smile back.
5. Today I looked in the mirror to see if I was invisible.
6. Turns out I'm not invisible -- then why can't anyone see me?
7. Today I made a fake Instagram account under a trendy name from the 1960s to see whether I knew any people who had real Instagram accounts.
8. All of the accounts were private save for one.
9. Today I forced myself to be happy for a particular past crush who posted lots of pictures on Instagram with his new girlfriend. Hurrah.
10. Today I looked at everyone's smiling faces and wondered why I wasn't smiling with them.
11. Today I wondered why some people are complete idiots.
12. Today I wondered why my skin tone - white as milk - should make people believe that I can't handle spice, or make people believe that I am ******.
1. Today I told someone hello.
2. They didn't say it back.
13. Today I comforted someone who said she had no love life.
14. I didn't have the courage to tell her that I've never had a love life and probably never will.
15. Today I told someone I write poetry and they laughed at me.
16. Today I cried in front of a mirror while singing a made-up song that wasn't even sad.
17. Today I told people I was fine when I really was not.
5. Today I looked in the mirror to see if I was invisible.
18. I wish I was invisible.
19. If I were invisible maybe it wouldn't hurt so much 'cause I know I'm here but people refuse to see it.
20. Can I please just be invisible?
1. Today I told someone hello.
2. They didn't say it back.
Not in a fantastic mood right now.
 Sep 2018 No one
Nobody
Charade
 Sep 2018 No one
Nobody
Two twisted hearts were miles apart,
not like anyone you’ve ever known.
You called me your lantern in the dark,
my light made you feel less alone.

You needed to be loved,
so you let me love you.
You were like a little defeated bird,
And I swooped in to take care of you.

That time is still special in my mind,
even though now, I know it wasn’t true.
I still keep you there in that dark place,
I know it’s unfair of me to.

I’m sorry it's time for me to go,
please don’t beg me not to leave.
I linger to make sure you’re ok,
you don’t wear your heart on your sleeve.

You implied you didn’t want me around,
then held me an arm’s length away.
Now your soul calls out for me to stay,
but I’m done trying to win your charade.
 Sep 2018 No one
Tyler Atherton
I doubt you'll ever see this

but,
I still think of you...
I still cry over you...

and,
I'm sorry for loving you, more than just a friend.
I'm sorry for being a burden to you.
i’m sorry i don’t always think,
i’m sorry i can’t shut up,
i'm sorry that i'm negative.

I love you  T,
I will love you forever



© Copyright Tyler Atherton
 Aug 2018 No one
Boi
She asked a mirror if she was the most beautiful. She knew, and kept asking the mirror anyway. She was taking the opinion of something of complete ingenuity, with no life in it, if she was the most beautiful. She could've, I don't know, charmed everyone to think she was, regardless of anything. I don't get it. Her beauty was fake to begin with. Did the person who wrote Snow White have a point to it or is did they just take an easy out?
I don't get it. I'm a two decades old man trying to understand Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs' villain plot.
Send help.
 Aug 2018 No one
elle jaxsun
running
 Aug 2018 No one
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
 Aug 2018 No one
Poetoftheway
how do you know when (a human is too broken?)



<•>

human too broken?

like the light bulb, removal from its fixture, a simple shaking revelation of the tinkling filament spent, something that cannot be repaired, the only option is replacement and that makes
you cry

the empty box of oatmeal raisin cookies, you find secret’d,
hid by you, not to be found by you
at the bottom of the kitchen garbage,
but box betrayal, by the chartreuse tipped box lid sided
peeking upwards, asking, silencing screaming,
what did I do to deserve
this degrading

like the blouse now too tight that it brings stares as the buttons strain, unwelcome attention unintended,
you know it but still pretend not to see,
for you both once loved that silky guise that so
heightened the high tender, the match of your pink rose skin letting, no! making
your eyes glisten, like broken filament glass, on the sidewalk,
recalling the pleasured admiration,
rain remembered from the
prior priority of a life consisting of only
perfect gifts

so mean revert to the poseur question; this is how...

remove the human from a fixed place, whimpering-threatened,
you may hear clear the crackle cackling  of the innard shards against the misperception of a body intact,
even if you do,
no repair service you want,  can be found, see it nowhere,
is it even
anywhere advertised?

the body presumed intact is secret’d under a tactile coverlet,
holey scupperrd holy cuttered
so that the cells and bicuspids, the threads
no longer function in a tandem,
you keep it in the closet closed,
in the back, deep hid, where,
when it screams why,
it can be safe ignored,
because  ‘betrayed’ is no longer a word,
in your globe's dictionary,
the parental controls activated by you to
save your own inner child’s unconstrained confusion,
it has been removed


so the broken glass, the clothes you dressed each other,
if not weep-well,
well enough hid,
the fit is off,
the fit is off,
the coverlet ripped so bad and neither cares
an unexpected poem, unplanned, needing work
aug 4-5
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