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Here I am yearning
for handwritten letters folded in origami,
for stones thrown in bedroom windows,
for actual mixtapes made for me.

Since when did emojis
and snap streaks
and messages being "seen"
became the ways of showing love?

I have ink stains on my fingers,
which shows how much i've written
Perhaps I'm born in the wrong era.
 Aug 2017 alwaystrying
Julia
I am swimming in a cup
Still warm but time is running up
The lid goes shut
The lights are off
I squeeze my knees
So I can fit

I am powder in a box
Next to Benjamin stuffed socks
Open the lid
Take me all in
Exhale, inhale
Now I'm inside

I am poison in a pool
You may drink; I'm always full
Go for a swim
Come take a dive
You drain your brain
To get me out
Nov 18, 2015
 Aug 2017 alwaystrying
Melissa S
We are members of a poetic society
A unique learning class
We may or not be good at other things
But mentally we kick ***

We value all our words
Cherish our thoughts not heard
We are on the road to self discovery
Choose only words that we feel tell our story

We see the world differently than most
The world makes us.... then breaks us
So we write for survival and to give hope

Some say our heads are in the clouds
It is safer there in our own creative playground
We are miles up and never want to come down

No use for conformity
We escape the constraints of uniformity
We break out from the box ~ find new ground
*And Seize the day ~ Unbound
 Aug 2017 alwaystrying
Matt Hews
Liberate your soul
And unshackle your mind.
You'll be amazed
At the beauty you shall find.
I trod on earth that sparkled
I waltzed beside the moon
Dancing in the universe
To a planetary tune

The comets sang a medley
A spatial serenade
All the heavens hummed the chorus
Thus a harmony was made

The sun joined in in baritone
A rich voice filled with light
The planets played a polka
As we danced into the night

Music swelled around us
In an orbital orchestra
A constellation conga line
The last thing that I saw

I woke from my deep slumber
As I slept beneath that sky
The starlit party glistened
A twinkling tango before my eyes

I woke from my deep slumber
As I slept beneath that sky
The starlit party glistened
A twinkling tango before my eyes
needs a new title?
 Aug 2017 alwaystrying
danny
When I said that I was busy,
I just couldn't bare company,
When I said that my phone had died,
I just did not want to disappoint the  Angry Birds.

The dog did not eat my homework,
It was not done and we both know I do not have a dog,
When I took forty minutes to have a bath,
My muscles did not ache I just need my own time, relief.

When I was late for work,
I set my alarm but I was warm and like to snooze,
When I hugged you back,
I was lonely and nothing more.
Ouroboros

Writhing about in man’s mythologies
Is a completeness, itself to affirm
Scriven in the ancient cosmologies:
The self-ordained perfection of The Worm

The Samsara of the self-seeking soul
And a self-admiring self-causation
Itself entire, a universal whole
Devouring its tail in auto-phagation

But metamorphoses have come to pass:
The endless worm’s head is now up its own (self)
W. K. Kortas alluded to self-obsession as having one’s head up one’s own (euphemism), and a friend mentioned the Ouroboros, which appears in several cultural traditions, so here is your ‘umble scrivener’s variant.
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