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 Sep 2023 Chloe
Julian
i believe,
even the stars
get tired.

when the night sky
had folded them away
back into the darkness

and the moon,
that lonesome thing,
has doused itself in shadows.

so will you too, my friend
shy away from the light
as if it would burn
if it reached you.

maybe you feel,
you just are not strong enough
to face the day.

that the midnight hour
is a broken thing

and oh, the silence
is deafening.

and you and i know, even the stars
are tired.

you mourn for them
as their light expires.
 Sep 2023 Chloe
Nat Lipstadt
~My portrait was painted by Jackson *******~

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there are no lines or lies in my writings
there are no definitions and perception is only your truth.
Therefore,
my poems are splats and drips, you make them into paintings that hang in your own private museum,
but signed by me as first passenger



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when did I write these words?

can’t recall, though undated,
they seem all too familiar, and thinking that if I didn’t,
I should have…
for the title of this ‘poem painting’ has lain in quietude,
a resident in my file of
“someday writs, awaiting,”
when the itch demands you will
essay
the admixture of words and swords
that will cut a newborn reciprocity of thee and me,
an unbound bind that ties and frees us
from and by our shared senses…

today, an  inadvertent blinding sunlight stumble is demanding a
fulsome scratching

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the portrait of each is the irrational intersectional of splats and drips,
each viewer, reader, filters the image through a common
uncommonality,
which is as it should be,
for if we are each created in His image,
how glorious is the diversity of our deities,
each of us a tiny drop of paint on a tableau
of a small planet, insignificant but
uniquely beautiful intelligent species of godlike creatures,

human

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the précis of this conundrum conversation bewilders,
a single word drops,
of plaint, paint, blood,
a seconds blush blurred
that is the building blocks of imagery
I state is mine,
but now realizations swiftly fertilize,
the portrait is not of me,
but of me blended into thee,
and this poem,
is our composition

that hangs in each of our primary
museum,
newly re-titled,
**A Passenger, Realized
Sept 13, 2023
8:35AM
NYC

sunlight direct in a tall building blocks away sneaks into my room,
blinding me into awareness
 Sep 2023 Chloe
Lily Barrett
I am of my mother
Tired hands shake
When the days are long
Letting others take
If I'm not strong
Unable to truly hate
Shoulders that carry
Insurmountable weight

I am of my father
Stubborn, obstinate
A ridiculous bother
Against any threat
A mind that curdles
When it is bored
And a heart that hides
When it is adored

I cannot leave
And run far away
From the me I perceive
The price I must pay
To be human is steep
More than my sum
Yet it's all I’ve become
In this body I keep
LHB 6/8/23 revised 6/26/23
 Sep 2023 Chloe
Chuck Kean
On The Edge Of Your Blues

        Once I had a baby and loving her
Came so naturally like leaves turn to rain
But she lived in a world of darkness
And I couldn’t heal her of her pain

One day she just walked out the door
There were no words spoken
She left me with a thousand questions
Why and a heart completely broken

I could never understand her sadness
But it seemed as ancient as Stonehenge
I figured someone must have broken her
Heart and I was the subject of her revenge

So as I see you in your distress
And drowning in your river of sorrow
I know you’ve given up on your dreams
And you’ve lost your faith in tomorrow

As much as I wish I could reach out
I’ve lived a life in your shoes
So please don’t confide in me and leave
Me standing on the edge of your blues

Written By:Charles Kean
09/12/2023
 Sep 2023 Chloe
Satsih Verma
The truth has no language.
It communicates with God only.
Destiny builds the daydreams only.

The last word of the pain
wins the Milky Way. You were afraid
of eating granates. Not the parrots.

How would you carry
the brain dead love? Legally end
has come. But the heart is still beating.
 Sep 2023 Chloe
Mike Adam
Bath Abbey
 Sep 2023 Chloe
Mike Adam
1
Tidal grief
Wore granite
To grain

Vapour plume
Sprays as Spirit
Does

Soaring-

Ether and never
So close together

2
Angels may climb
A ladder to
Greatness-

For others

Self soaks wings
With oil
And sinks
Back
Through soil-

Heaven/Hell
All spoil
 Sep 2023 Chloe
Infamous one
T72
 Sep 2023 Chloe
Infamous one
T72
Grandma cussed me out
My last memory hard to forget
Taken advantage by cousins
Regret not being around
Can't be around toxic family
Who bring people down
Take pride in instigating others struggles
Trying to bring others down
Haven't talked to her since
Use to be close now divided by silence
Growing up Not a child anymore
Always seen as a kid in her eyes
Spreading her hurt to others
Make others feel worse can't get ahead
Can't do better or get ahead
Can't settle for less rising up
 Sep 2023 Chloe
Carlo C Gomez
born of insects and grass
in deep hue -- as purple as the gin blossom
climbing for new altitudes
the wall breaks inside of me
I fall through the forest floor
and into the ocean of sky
all the places I go are in freefall
but there's a reappearing rhythm

heart is a drum
heart is a drum
and it will join the dots of
a prayer remembered
(the fierce words of a holy sonnet)
consoling me in its shadow
when the turbulent, inverted plane
could no longer hold itself together
 Sep 2023 Chloe
fray narte
eleanor
 Sep 2023 Chloe
fray narte
She was an art,
but she wasn't the type
you'd find in museums
or the type that would
make you feel profound things
in your chest.

She was an art
tucked in hidden pockets
of a faded yellow dress.
She was an art,

slowly sketching herself
out of existence.
 Sep 2023 Chloe
susan
she: what is it about me?
he: what do you mean?
she: me...?
he: uh...
she: what don't i have?
he: uh...
she: i'm overweight...
he: um...
she: i'm unattractive
he: what?...
she: i'm boring
he: no...
she: i'm dumb
he: uh, well....
she: i give up
he: well, i....
she: nope, that's it, i give up
he: oh, come on...
she: quit trying to talk me out of it
he: i was only...
she: i'm done, good bye
he: wait, what, where are you...
she: have a good life
          he:.....
he:....
he: what about dinner?
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