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 Aug 2019
Carmen Jane
You're not lost, just because you didn't comb today
I see you here, yet your thoughts are drifting away ...
You rake the leaves, with your bare hands,
You try to see, where your future stands.

You're not lost,  just because you need a break,
I see you smile, while trying to hide your heartache
You collect the dirt, under your fingernails,
As you walk barefoot and cover your trails.

I still see you, underneath the falling leaves,
I hear your voice say "thank you"  and "please"
I see your true smile, glowing in your eyes,
You're the only reason, my soul survives.
 Aug 2019
Chameleon
I began to take his clothes off the hangers
and pack my stuff into boxes.
Our relationship is over, it feels more
official now that we won’t be living
together anymore.
I tried to continue to stay busy
but I just couldn’t so I sat on the floor
and spent some time crying
over the last year of my life
and how much I was going to miss him.

I fell asleep on the carpet beside my bed;
I need a break from packing.
 Aug 2019
Wendy Buckley
I held it by its stem to blow all the seeds away.
A dandelion to grant me the perfect wish that day.
I found it in a beautiful field of green.
With the most colorful wild fowers I'd ever seen.
I thought all the colors were a positive sign.
That whatever I wished for would surely be mine.
So on that breezy spring day...
"Please make him love me" is what I did say.
But Dandelion Magic isn't real,
And it can't change the way you feel.
So just because I blew the seeds away.
It didn't do anything to make you stay.
 Aug 2019
lost
why
change is inevitable,

but what if i want to change everything about myself

why is it such a hard task?

to change my personality would be best for everyone

my bad qualities gone,
shifted into someone others deserve to be around
ba  d
 Aug 2019
Poetic T
You were

the one
              wish


    I wish I hadn't wasted.

As some dreams turn
           in to nightmares.
 Aug 2019
rk
i feel you pulling at me
drawing me back to you
with each whisper
my bones react,
your hand on my throat
my blood singing your name,
craving destruction.
you're under my skin. you're in my bones.
 Aug 2019
Kurt Philip Behm
In the commercial age,
money captures time

Depleting awareness
—a prison unto itself

(Dreamsleep: August, 2019)
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