A Poem A Day Keeps The Demons At Bay

Sep 2018

PrttyBrd

I lick my lips

they still taste like you
and I bask in the remnants of a dream
that seems
close enough to smell
through laundered sheets
blood at the surface of yesterday leeches
into tomorrow

on badges of honor that hold no shame
igniting the flame
each in the shape of animal love
primal feasts of flesh
and I run moist in remembrance
a response I have yet to control

the thought of your voice or your breath on my skin
burns fire within
without ever being near
I feel your longing
chasing my own

my body screams in liquid silence
your voice walking the line
entwined in the root
of my evil
vibrating a symphony in prelude
carried on a laugh that growls
to the beast that howls
begging to be beaten into submission
...again

I lick my lips
...they still taste like you

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#slam #spoken #word #performance #*** #lust #desire #longing

Sep 2018

Semi-literate Poet

Trolls

You can't bring me down from my cloud....maybe grab my hand and drop the negativity shroud.

Watch this poem trend and backfire on you because you Mr.Mrs.Ms. Troll had to read this to stay angry

Sep 2018

devante moore

Death

I told you
I’d die for you
That’s why I didn’t fight it
Or try to stop it
When you jabbed the knife in my chest
I guess this is what happens
When you tell someone
Your heart is there’s

Sep 2018

Paul Hardwick

Red eyes.

Not the sleep thing
dreaming deep strong like wine
seeing red
mostly at work
related thing
my dress
did not mean skirt
but coat
reflects in my blue eyes
and with all the sun
red burnt head
like I glow in the dark
mostly radioactive
probity burn them all about me
I'm told it's the corporate colour thing
wonder if I will get red boots
then I and my mates can be part of OZ together
tap your heals and wake up
Home and safe
see what I did there.

Surreal P@ul. With love ***.

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Sep 2018

The Dedpoet

Wether I Am or Not

I still feel the air between my soul
And the flesh escapes the drowning,

I am taken by the pain
Because the memory is all i have,

time becomes still
And I am im between spaces
In my mind
That create a universe,

In the inescapable forest of eyes
All that stare at me
I am collapsed like a star
Until the gravity caves

Whisper hope
And fare well to the reality,
All that a wish could be
Begins at the lips and the word
Is the only thing that makes it real.

Sep 2018

Paul Hardwick

T-Shirt suntan dreams.

Been printing on my own sink
and after this year
have my own
whites sink T-Shirt
better than 1976
although I was ******
and did not try too hard at it
thanks, sol great year
it was bliss

P@ul.

Love all, hope you are enjoying it as well.
P@ul.

Sep 2018

Navah The Buddaphliii

Put me in a world

Put
me in
a world where
time doesn't ache and
Tears dry themselves.

#world #time #ache

Sep 2018

devante moore

Only regrets

My only regret
I didn’t stick it out with you
Promised I’d fight
But when things got congested and tight
I walked out
Wish I never did
Wish we didn’t live on two different soils but we did

My only regret
I didn’t leave you when I had the chance
I couldn’t eat
Nights without sleep
Never thought something like this would happen to me
I was faithful since day one
But that still didn’t stop you from cheating

My only regret
Falling in love
Again
Despite the thoughts in my head
Warning me
Don’t do it
Falling in love is stupid
And when it’s over your going to feel useless
Realizing love is a combination best served without you

Aug 2018

Paul Hardwick

Good bad years.

Don't let life fool you
but don't let it get you down
take the good along with the bad
sometimes I get so drunk
no place to go out, out
no pub or nightclub to give amusement
that's the time
I get inside my head
not evening sniffing any flowers
but by learning my artistic powers
and typing them out
there is so many to find
sometimes I see words
I did not think I knew how to find
and that's my surreal mind
******* on my vape
I feel like a caterpillar
sitting on a mushroom
so take the good with the bad
and be glad you had.

P@ul. ***.

Aug 2018

devante moore

Untitled

I started losing my mind
When everyone that said they loved me started leaving
I started gasping for air
When I realized I stopped breathing
Carpet burns on the forefront of my toes
As a result
Of trying to stop myself from swinging
I couldn’t call for help
Because the rope around my neck stopped me from screaming

Couldnt come up with a title... opened to suggestions

Aug 2018

Poetic T

Tracks Of Soundless Motion

I was a journey of tracks leading to a
                  vacant lot. Never were my
wheels meant to traverse more than
              when they stagnated soundless.

But then you found the embers still
              smouldering ever so serene.
Not looking like they needed a breath
to give life to an ending that was certain.

You put your exhalation upon the tracks,
               warming the rust of sorrow away.
Where the haunting memories lingered, you gave
them the means to move past the forest of loneliness.

There was no voyage worth a singular motion,
         but you showed me the mist wasn't forever.
And together we tracked old tracks cutting deep,
             together we healed ever route yesterdays fading.

#harm #self #love #meaning #exhalation #mist #together

Aug 2018

Poetic T

When Streams Speak in Rivers Of Contemplation

Following the words of tongue
         that flow like rivers,
coming from different streams.
             Each can venture on different
meanings, like the flow carrying petals
          of indifference upon
                   the riptide of contemplation.

Even though everyone shall drink from
             the knowledge flowing, each taste
            may divide from another and even
though the source maybe the same.
         Every sunrise is minutely different from
                                                          yesterday.
Gleaming on the flow of words, the reflection
                   upon each maybe not the taste of others.

Let us not differ on the source, but let us drink
                quietly upon the reflection that with
every drink brings ripples of reflection upon
all that drink from the knowledge that is swallowed.
There is one source and we are all part of its meaning.

#thoughts #source #taste #sunrise #flow #different