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Trapped in the frozen state
Look around stuck
Unread and jailed
Words of whimsy
In the frozen section
Sadness overtakes my direction
Get me out of here
And thaw me out
I will wait
Until you read my ink
It will warm your heart
Like a sculpture patiently made
My words waiting
With cries

Idly

I

De

Ice
Dead poems that need reads. Sometimes they get lost.

Written by Mrs. Timetable.
 Jun 2020
Sk Abdul Aziz
One of the biggest mistakes we tend to make in life is to compare oneself with others. Everyone is unique and different. We all have our own strengths and weaknesses, our own challenges and struggles and our own way of thinking and doing things. The moment we start comparing ourselves to others we are basically undervaluing and underappreciating ourselves.
 Jun 2020
Carlo C Gomez
Alcohol.
And train schedules.
A commuter's tightrope.
The last stop, Hpnotiq.
Where it rains sadness.
Where they're numb
To the moment of inertia.
Preferring instead to
Live on the rim.
 Jun 2020
Third Eye Candy
game face with no game
tripping over elbows and
undone gobsmacked remotes
that tune into deep figures
sleek features masquerading
as all the fog in a room
full of you,

dormant doormats. done dilly in the privy
of your terminal performance.
your one enormous soliloquy
and all the sparrows
of your Mind.

Etcetera.
 Jun 2020
Third Eye Candy
Tiny glob sparks of actually dating a girl
And all the calla lilies yarping at blonde varmints
In the Sun’s terrific mockery!
Where you might be at
Might well be otherwise
where the Chapels have real Gods
and slow days are often.
Perhaps your pearls hate the necklace
Not the Neck.
But How you toil is how you breathe
when you’re nowhere exactly
At All.

At All.
 Jun 2020
Third Eye Candy
Stung by lurch and frequent impurities
slumming in my mind’s eye, like a tattletale
on a hot crime… thumbing through the entrails
of a fabulous tumult on the Meridian
Of Never.

I keep my Love in a Bag Of Moons.

Frozen rivers have a spine
But only the Sun has a river
To Inspire.
I’m right here
In the same room
Do you really see me?
I have some problems
So you may need to touch
And speak to me more
To evoke a response
You may need to dig a little
Deeper to hear my words
Or listen carefully to hear me cry
I need your attention
Because what you think of me
Really matters
HP has issues. We need to work around it and with it apparently. For anyone who feels their writing is lost or buried. Search for the gems.

Written by Mrs. Timetable.
 Jun 2020
Sk Abdul Aziz
Don't bask in success and glory
for too long
And neither sulk in failures for too long
Just move ahead
 Jun 2020
Third Eye Candy
We had troublesome bones and almond eyes-
That thought violins would never go to War.
So Guitar.

We elapse
where our frailties hold Court…
So far better to rebel -
then to almost be less perfect
than Broken.

By Design.
Where it’s
Hell.

II


Burning Bridges where a Door is a Worm
In a Bowl full of Doors… you have only your Fate
And shamrocks gobsmacked in the matter
of your business with Always.
You do no harm
where the trains go
but keep your Station
where the Holes
Track.

You Aether where the World Sea
Is as Flat as a Wish…
But Never do you
Constantly
Remove.
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