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 Jul 2019
DC Hall
I love you
like the sky loves the sea.
Your light shines forever
and it watches over me.

Your smile
is my savior,
from the place I tend to go.
When I think about you laughing,
my love for you does grow.
 Jun 2019
M H John
i sent a postcard today
it must’ve not made it
past the clouds
and to the golden gate
where you await
happy national writing day!
 Jun 2019
The Concrete Poet
Be proud of your roots.
Let them grow,
unruly,
wide and deep
where you are.

Be a shelter
for weary souls.
We all need to rest
from time to time.

A shade for travelers;
living can be hard.

Storms will come,
undeniably,
but stand firm.

They will make you stronger.

Just hold on.

We really only need
Sunlight,
Water
and Mother Earth.

The rest isn't needed
for you to truly grow.

And when you die,
die gracefully,
just as you lived,
with your heart open and with
outstretched limbs.

And
maybe... ..

most importantly,
remember...

like a tree,
you are beautiful in every season of your life.
 Jun 2019
Madison Greene
I loved your skin more than my own and for that I failed myself
do you still think of me?
teach me how to love in fragments instead of with the whole of me
teach me about ill-timed affection and confessions given right when I begin to let go
I’ll teach you what it’s like to feel you; in my skin- in my head
I want to be unbothered by you, but my heart and mind have never reached a compromise
do you still think of me?
 Jun 2019
Mohd Arshad
Wife isn't a dream

She is the tge source of everything that future unfolds
Why shouldn't I sing to the stone
or talk to the mountains?

because
they'll call you a crazy old man?

maybe
that was the plan all along
perhaps
I am a chorus in the moon song,

but they'll say,
'you're talking nonsense,
and I will reply with,
listen to the rainbow
the colours tell the story
and
why shouldn't I
sing to the stone or
talk to the mountains.
 Jun 2019
Third Eye Candy
by my calculus, the star is an expanding collapse.
a furnace of Lagrangian Ghosts
warping the membrane of an entire wisp
of grandeur.
a particle of infinite jest.
like scrimshaw for Job
in a Never Whale.

or a Black Hole’s Tattoo.
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