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 Feb 2021 Strying
Ayesha
X
 Feb 2021 Strying
Ayesha
X
ask him, ask the moon,
the price he has to pay for
his eternity—
 Feb 2021 Strying
Shaun Yee
The night is moonless
The usual stars are on strike
Homes look much safer
haiku
 Jan 2021 Strying
Puck
It was an ugly face you turned on me
It was a heartbreak in secrecy...
 Jan 2021 Strying
Philip Lawrence
some say she was born with a broken heart,
unmendable by word or deed, and now armed
with a quiver full of witticisms and deft vertical
palm, friends, lovers, the world, all held at bay,
lest they discover her sorrow
 Jan 2021 Strying
Traveler
What scientist thought to be a Big Bang
Was actually the main frame
Booting up!
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Jan 2021 Strying
The Dybbuk
"I don't even feel the caffeine anymore,"
said Claudio, a cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth.
"Maybe you should take a break. Then, after the break, you'll feel the rush."
He took a long, slow drag.
"No point. I've felt it already."
Some substances are more addictive and less inspiring than others.
 Jan 2021 Strying
Adrian R
Winter
 Jan 2021 Strying
Adrian R
Watching the snowfall,
Dressed in a gown of white,
I catch the snowflakes on my tongue,
They disappear all day long,
I wish you would stay,
I miss you when you are gone,
The brightness of your days,
And the fun I have when it's this time,
Watching the snowtop hills grow,

Sometimes you can be harsh,
Times a few you have left me in a rush
Taking with you the good times we've had,
Headaches from the fall you let me take,

Kind and mild,
When i walk in the wild
You guide my mind,
You see me through the nights I spend alone,
This is winter,
Cold to the touch,
Warm to the heart.
she made a mistake
the mistake was big
dad left mum in the bathtub
now dad is in the bin

she made a mistake
the mistake was big
dad told me that it was a secret
dad is always listening

i made a mistake
the mistake was big
i forgot to give dad his medicine
now his home is the bin
 Jan 2021 Strying
Jay M
Falling
 Jan 2021 Strying
Jay M
Once upon a paper thin rim
Tipping this way and that
Only to sway too far
Slipping over the delicate border
Between what is known
And the possibilities that lie beyond

Wind whistling past
Hair flowing wildly like ribbons
Lost in a summer breeze
Limbs extended upward
Reaching hopelessly for anything
Anything at all to grasp
End the great descent
Into the abyss

- Jay M
January 12th, 2021
Just a simple word into a poem.
 Jan 2021 Strying
Jay M
A pleasant morning,
Not a sign of warning,
For this day
All good shall stay.

- Jay M
January 22nd, 2021
It seems fitting, or in the least in my little sliver of life. May your day be good as well.
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