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 Feb 2020 Allison
S H Violet
Orbit
 Feb 2020 Allison
S H Violet
We are never at rest,
even when we take a moment
to get lost inside ourselves.
We are in orbit.

I’ve done my best
to keep pace with the spin,
adapting to the life
in constant change around me.

One day you came
through the fog I was navigating.
Cold, gray monotony
turning prismatic before me.

Still I knew,
the spin doesn't pause.
I just hope you find a way
to be the thing that lasts.
 Feb 2020 Allison
jordan
looking out my bedroom window
heart ablaze and unrefined
the tingle of my numbness
slowly flees and frees my mind

the golden hues of your love
stained the clouds of my demise
i wash them clean with fervor
as they flood across the skies

glowing embers of salvation
steal through the bank of fog
that has settled on my heart
to veil the endless stars

let the flowing darkness swallow
poisoned feelings i hold dear
purify my inner world
i know there's none to fear

and when I rise tomorrow
the lighter I will be
with you no longer dragging
behind my eager heels
 Feb 2020 Allison
Kelly McManus
Your television
seducing your family
with state programing

             Kelly McManus
 Feb 2020 Allison
Mrs Timetable
Some days my mind process
Is like bubbly cooking oatmeal
Add some sugar for sweetness

Some days my mind process
Is the empty cardboard container
Am I supposed to recycle this?
Blank days
 Feb 2020 Allison
Kyla A
There’s a murmuring in the distance,
Followed by the clatter of human existence.
She watches the sway of enlightened trees
As her eyes are pulled into the sight of a forgotten reed.
The music of the buds
Pressed into her ears are
unclear as she breathes
In the scents of her past,
Childhood years.
 Feb 2020 Allison
Graff1980
Untitled
 Feb 2020 Allison
Graff1980
Poor poetic friend
wasn’t self-respecting
kept on doubting
what she was doing
so, I told her,

You do quite alright.
As far as the amount I write.
Well, I do not have much of a social life,
because I like the quiet nights.
Plus, my job provides more free time
to create free rhymes
then most nine to fives.
 Feb 2020 Allison
Graff1980
Untitled
 Feb 2020 Allison
Graff1980
I believe that the gift
I have been given
is for looking at things
different,
for shifting strange perceptions
and seeking underlying connections
of a nonspiritual persuasion.
 Feb 2020 Allison
Graff1980
Untitled
 Feb 2020 Allison
Graff1980
I write
a little life
littered with
the broken bits
of split
and distorted
reflections
I recorded
and reported
as reality.
 Feb 2020 Allison
E
Trapped
 Feb 2020 Allison
E
The sunrise slips through my window blinds
Chorus of chirping birds and their melodies
My heart enlightened , I’m fully awake
I then begin to contemplate
Staring through an empty cage
Feelings of heart ache
Do I wish to escape ?
Surely, I’ll open the gates
Sighing, someday
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