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 Aug 2016
Poetria
Summer nostalgia
surfacing like sweat.
We try not to remember,
but how could we forget?
regrets...

Our thick skins blistering,
disguises wearing thin.
Book bindings we try
to hide behind-
you're missing...

Making shallow conversation
though our friendships are forsaken;
Dripping sugarcoated lies
and sunkissed goodbyes.
*goodbye...
High school vibes, or nah?
 Aug 2016
Lizley
One little leaf
born from Autumn
kissed the ground

the fall was light
but came the night

One little leaf
born to die
kissed good bye
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|08.23.2016|
For our loved ones in heaven.
(you're always in our hearts)
 Aug 2016
Arcassin B
By Arcassin Burnham


No education and nothing to fall back on,
Use to love the feeling of 10% off coupons,
Still betrayed after being the realist friend ever,
But not until I got caught up in all of my endeavors,
Guilty pleasures , broken feather,
I can't fly to save my life in any direction I tethered,
I was always the outcast,
Everywhere I went was a nightmare,
Barely any support if it would last,
Still I pull the plug on any moments of the past,
They think I'm gonna fail in this house of horrors,
I honestly thought I wouldn't make it this far,
The more I wait , I gravel and just get more poorer,
The complications come from other people not my Sunday's best.


/

You have my heart,
But you don't know it yet,
Use to love me
Now your just a silhouette,

I stay away from you,
for the time being,
I'm stuck in a virtue
that I kept secret,

I use to make you laugh,
and now you downgraded,
that was bad on my behalf,
when we were separated,

I try not to feel,
remembering you,
like sketches in my mind,
kissing you,
I cried with you,
try to forget me if you want to.
©ABPoetry2016


http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/08/no-flying-conceal.html
 Aug 2016
Mike Adam
Loving the abstract you

Now that you in flesh are
No longer here

(Many years,
So long)

Your hair unplugs the bathroom

Harsh words
Entail no tears

Your beauty lingers
Burned under my eyelids
And your perspicacity
Shields my fear
 Aug 2016
Kelly Weaver
Talking to walls can substitute
A kind of feeling not absolute
I often wonder just how long I can go before I have to leak the feelings that nobody else should know
I'm not sure what kind of funk I'm in
Because I only go to sleep when the sun has risen
And I'm not sure how much more I can take of this torturous daze, I've taken blow after blow
But I know it's not your fault
And I do apologize
See, I cannot seem to recover the light in my tired eyes
And I'm afraid there's not much left in me though I've tried very hard to take their insults thinly

But I'm not as strong as you, obviously
And I'm bound to be chained down by him, indefinitely.
if only he could see how happy I would be if I were to leave this state of misery
 Aug 2016
phil roberts
Startled like a spring
Opened wide of eye
Suddenly a newness
Rushing pushing by
This mortal instant
Here
Now
See?

The black-edged pram
Softly ticking wheels
"Isn't it" and "Isn't it"
Squeak those ticking wheels
Passing always passing
Ever-changing sky
Moving always moving
Opened wide of eye
The black-edged pram
Goes softly ticking by

                                         By Phil Roberts
The black-edged pram represents a life-time. Cradle to grave.
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