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 Mar 12 efni
Frances Raeburn
I will not
leave now
not because
I am brave or honest
but because
I have no leave
 Mar 12 efni
I write to release these confusing
Tumultuous tempers
Tumbling tenaciously
Tearing through my soul
Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't
But what else would the poet do?
 Mar 12 efni
that day the sky was
****** mary blue
lying in snow
making angels with you
there are two scars
where they took my wings
one for each person
holding my strings
im still a puppet
with a hollowed out heart
thats why i fill it
with trinkets and art
thats why i feel
so bad when you're gone
and thats why im writing
this silly song
tomorrow ill be empty
and they'll see the hole
fill it with garbage
that's always been my role
 Mar 12 efni
 Mar 12 efni
have you always been there -
yes, you have, I know

and now you are leaving
for better things to come for you -

I should have said good luck,
goodbye -
I was too ashamed


I never said hello to you
in the first place
 Jan 5 efni
Ashly Kocher
Fighting demons from inside
Tears rolling down my eyes
Falling slowly inside my hands
One droplet at a time
 Dec 2021 efni
Leocardo Reis
It takes me
perhaps a few minutes,
at most,
to write a poem.

In the brief instant
creation and publication,
I am convinced
that this poem cannot be

But note,
it is never the claim,
that the poem is
any good.

I write
so that I may express
what I had genuinely felt
for a few moments.
 Dec 2021 efni
Kurt Philip Behm
Most miserable
when she’s happy

Most shameful
when she’s proud

Most prescient
when unconscious

Most distant
in a crowd

Most forthright
when not speaking

Most giving
when denied

Most secret
when she’s telling all

Most dead
—but still alive

(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
 Dec 2021 efni
Thomas W Case
It's the continual
opening of the
eyes that disappoints,
not that sleep brings peace,
but it's the momentary
reprieve from life's
clenched fist, and
it's ruthless apathy.

Life is a toss of
the coin,
a roll of the dice.
Often, it's snake eyes.
As a kid, I always
thought that everything
would be alright.
Now I see the
randomness of
it all.

I'm always trying to
get back to Eden.
Sometimes, the
dreamer in me
forgets the futility.
The banishment is

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 Dec 2021 efni
I'm lost
 Dec 2021 efni
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
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