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War
Conceal amnesiac eyes with a hood,
Maybe nights fall oddly placid.
Sleep could collapse its resistance,
Crumble sunlight into ashes.
Nightmares internally unravel,
Soldiers fought, already lost.
Invasive thoughts occurring,
Arising ice, I can't defrost.
This complexion leaves me perplexed,
Battling behind my forehead.
I can't evade this hopelessness,
I've pled, go back to bed.
Sunsets settled maniacal,
Malnourished; give me a mask.
Because all I ache for is sleep,
To possess what life I'd had-
This is a really old poem, completely redone.
All feedback is welcome and appreciated
 May 2018 Antonyme
Surbhi Dadhich
Life would have showered me
Success, riches, fame
Though breaking the glass ceilings
I never obsessed over the desires that I crave
Life would have pretty adored me
However hard I tripped
Though I never was in a great haste
But I thought of dislikes and disgrace
Life would have satiated my desires
Affirmations and content
Though hard work pays off
All I pursued was past's lament
Life would have surmounted me
The willingness to win
Cherished soul was I
Still always dreamt to perish
Little did I know
I was beating a hollow drum
I intended to be a plum pudding
Without a plum..
I try to give you the world
Wrapped in hope and happiness
You deserve not only that, but so much more
You always end up with less.
It's like the more I attempt to fix everything and make our lives better the more the pieces fall apart.
I do not love all the words you say
I have finally found one flaw in you
I hope you understand my critique
I stumble on repetitive insults you spew

That's all you do wrong
There is just no other fault
I let you shout, release your anger
I despise each verbal assault

Used to hold thoughts inside
Opinions I was too scared to express
Been putting expectation on my shoulders
Change my life or cave under overwhelming stress

Speeding from surprise struggles
You attempt to control your violent rage
I want badly to erase heavy words
Eternally printed on life's page

"I hate you so much right now." You glared
Hearing that directed at me hurt like hell
There are many sentences you could have used
That is the one you chose to yell

My ears weathered sharp remarks
Shrapnel searing through my drums
With every passing second you seem uglier
I am riddles with holes and an ache that never numbs

I am so worried there is truth in your shouting
I don't know how much honesty is hidden in your anger
You are not the easiest book to read
Sometimes I feel as if I'm talking to a stranger

I am beginning to believe you do detest me now
Difficult as it is for me to admit
I know you love me, but I fear not enough
The hatred is growing, I don't know how to stop it.
When things are good they are amazing but ehen they are bad they are awful. I have never said I hate you to you, at least not yet. You have no idea how it feels.
 May 2018 Antonyme
Robin Carretti
Two words
Off-guard
The same
meaning
With simplicity,
you move on
Love- hard
To live on
_ like
Two lovers ** combined
with gravity
What do we address
to people that

words appear
The same tear
Familiar place fear
Her address you hear
What is next to bear
It reminds me of twins
you got them bare
pinned offspring
the ((Spring Robin))
Two different eggs

(( Organic fresh/Rotten))
Robin Robin
Bo Hip-hop in or Baby baby
Janice Joplin sing sing_
You row gently
down the hill her name
Gave you the chill
But meets together
  the same
New singer machine
threads become

Hooked the bobbin.
Oh! Brother?
D-Danger DNA
The same address
His last name
Mr.Robbin's
Mrs. Jones got a thing

going on
Embarrassed he
pops out_
Still life kids
firey-fly lids
Sparkle out
I have two words
((THE SAME))

Why do we say
the wrong things?
No opinion
U-R forced
same boring
clothes
Address from I-Phones
Medieval Castles The
husband or Wife
I am waiting for _

He'll be coming around
Her mountain
Japan Fuji apple hike

Blew/Blue
_ remain
Ate/Eight_ sides moon pain
Nose/Knows_ windows splash rain

The bird Crane
  Mailbox Lois Lane
Superman  no address flies her flame
The crane to lift her poem words

Love falls Canadian waterfalls
How her hair falls
the tree twins
Go timber__
Shapes/Escapes
The type small, medium

The lodge curves large
INN/  She's In
Or he's not
your type
When you point
it's not cool and polite
The pencil point
She is skinny
as a pencil date

Mom fruits and dates
Grate/Great
Her candle
Burned her address
The next townhouse
Was exactly the same
In everyone's
Genes/Jeans
Song Billy Jean
Writing is in all
of our genes
I'm the Robin
that
flew with
your tweet of words
How something is addressed to us no fuss. Poems to me are a big plus no matter how many words you use it can light up another person perhaps the same or different we define things and love to write open up our heart of wings
 May 2018 Antonyme
Kellin
I see myself falling back into
old ways,
But I no longer care
 May 2018 Antonyme
egghead
We cannot write silence.
The beats.
The pause.
The breath.
The way it aches
and persists

and begs that,

if only for a moment,

our consciousness is only a whisper.
our bodies,
our lips,
the air that passes through falling chests
and stillness.

A melody of emotion.
Sleeping in the quiet of a heartbeat skipped
a word lost to the wind.

The wickedness of reticence
Encapsulated in air and time.

The moment stretched too long.
Hesitation perpetuated in the grip of fingernails
pressed into palms.

We cannot write silence,
but we can try.

to find a way to immortalize emotion
to create space
in the ceaseless drone of words that speak and spin.

I cannot write silence. But I can write
tears and years
and the burn of long-stretched lies.

I can write goodbyes and hellos
And dozen ways to say
I love to hate you
Or
I hate to love you
and sometimes
I cannot tell the difference.
Silence.
The space I have upheld for myself.

I love to hate you
Heart.

I hate to love you too.

I cannot write silence.
But I know it.
and I have held it in my hand.
Inspired by the Vanity Fair article of André Aciman's reaction to his book *Call Me By Your Name* being made into a movie. Specifically the quote, "I couldn't write silence."
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