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 May 2018
Jesse stillwater
The deeper the veins
of a silent rising
fountainhead reach,
awaking a muse
more chilling
than the truth
    in the blood ―
a  cold
stillness stirs
that lets me
feel  an
unheeded sigh
cast in the wind

A breathe
of words
from a sudden
burst of silence,
tossed like a
handful of dust
lost in a rush
  of wind ―
a  beclouded
murmur fleeted;
holding your breath
as the aching
passion
manifest,
no longer
containable

I really wonder
if you even know
or care
who's behind
the dark
     cracked glass ―
you learn to live
with what’s broken
   to survive...
learning to look
in the eyes
of a dark horse
in a tight-lipped mirror,
to hear what’s
pushed back down
unswallowed

Staring down
the muted throat
of the voiceless;
feeling the anxiety
of held breath,
turning blue
afraid to exhale

If you look
at these words
and remember
there was nothing
left to lose,
then you'll see
     the meaning ―

I don't need
to hear you
tell me to re-lock
all the doors
I wish I never opened;
knowing there are
still moments
when it leaks out
of my silence

Someday,
at first light,
a songbird
hearkens
the morning
dew's passage;
  I’ll take heed
a song
of deliverance
and rise up
  from
  bended knees ...

but right now
I’m still learning
how to live alone


Jesse e Stillwater
02  May  2018
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Note to readers: Thanks a lot for reading the things I've shared publicly the past few months.  Many comments I shared intended to support others' work, fell to silence, so my apologies if I ****** you off not knowing the unpublished site map. Its hard to know here; perplexing when you're just a simple unknown trying to just be. For now I'm just going back to being more of a reserved reader until I've got a better idea of which way the wind blows...
 May 2018
ilina286
The day I was born
Is the the day Pandora's box was open
I came here and with me all the evil
All the misery,despair,sorrow.
 May 2018
Er Sougat Dasgupta
Something had broken,without falling,
     Yet the silence of my mind,
Had not been disturbed---
      rather had become deeper!

My love for her, was like flowing,
     In the river in an autumn flood;
My poems are like the murmur of a
         Stream, that used to make her refreshed and glad.
But in a fraction of time, everything changed---
   And I was obliged to take the blame!
O' dear life, let me live.....
No more blame me, for that grief!
I simply fall with her in an endless love,
And dreamed of a future as a beautiful scene,
Then, tell me, O'life...
       Why the love is a SIN?
I fantasised her beauty,
       With my anguished eyes;
I felt her sometimes, by an eternal bonding....
    As if we entouched by those times.
I simply loved her childliness,
    And sacrificed myself entirely;
Then, tell me, O'life, why I was moved to the way of destroy?
   Why was I pushed in a perished ravine?
Tell me, O' life, why the love is a SIN?
A poem that says the inner pain of a true lover......
A few months I haven't called him

At the beck and call at any hour
And the shortest notice
A dial to him has saved many an emergency

Last night a broken female voice
On the other side of the wire
Mumbled he died on May 13

Left her with three daughters
At forty at short notice

The plumber is dead

Now who would clear
My choked wash basin

The plumber is dead
And I've no other number to call

I couldn't see her face
Gauge the faceless sorrow
At the other side of the wire

The plumber is dead

I must find another
And then rejoice
Forgetting the widow's choked voice
 Apr 2018
Nickolas J McKee
Can such a force cease fire,
When all is lost for help?
Forces to cease at all,
Where all the lost to dwell?
Firm water wells sought out,
With those above to quench.
All real and distorted,
They cast down the buckets.
What lies beneath are lies,
With no water pulled up.
Only a truth to see,
Masking the dirt below.
What such forces to cease,
Can they unstoppable?
Forces I feel around me.
 Apr 2018
Lorraine Colon
Though he's gone, life goes on as before --
The rising sun still announces dawn;
At night the moon paces my bedroom floor,
But now my lonely heart cries out "Begone!"

Without him, seasons still come and go,
Callous Spring comes strewing her flowers;
I pay no heed to Nature's to and fro,
In despair is how my heart spends its hours

Since he left, the joys I knew have flown,
At once, like startled birds taking wing;
The last of the summer's roses have blown,
Not a trace remains of our fairy ring

When he left, he took my hopes and dreams,
Strange, he was so different from the rest;
Now my abandoned heart silently screams
While I stare at the sun like one possessed

O, yes, I know his love was not real!
Just a seed sown by a desperate hand,
Expecting to harvest my heart's ideal --
A castle of dreams built upon quicksand

Well, now there are no seeds left to sow,
But in failure I have found meaning:
Imagined love can never thrive and grow,
And grants harvests too sparse for the gleaning
 Apr 2018
Kanak Kashyup
The wounds from words & lies always leave the whole sphere offended,
When the cure becomes the disease then blessings are recommended,
Cause, even with million trials the scattered soul can never be mended.

The left voices kept bugging the tames, now the voices of courage is demanded,
The way of apologies are travelled, yet it's only acceptance is amended,
Cause, even with million trials the scattered soul can never be mended.
Some life incidents break you that hard that after so many trials you can't be mended.
 Apr 2018
Kanak Kashyup
Adopting the path of lies and leaving the way of truth, haplessly in the shadow of emotion.
Pulling the deeds for the sake of self destruction in forming reverse of motion.
Undiscovered & unveiled rush in the hidden core of liberated  heart's false notion.
Secretive fellow of hidden words lies to the most trustworthy sword & fear's remotion.
Continuous slaps of life.
Will fight hard.
 Apr 2018
Raven
I'm sorry I pushed you too far
That last night

You were hurting
And so was I
But I hurt you more
And pushed you too far

You couldn't take it anymore
Everyone mad
Everyone leaving
Everyone disappointed
Angry
Annoyed
You just couldn't take it anymore

So on that last night
You told me you did it again
I thought you had stopped
But that night you relapsed
I got mad
I was sad

I yelled at you
Over text of course
For it was long distance
So I couldn't really be there for you in the way you needed

You told me you wanted to die

I was mad

I said go ahead

I ended the skype call

I cried myself to sleep

Then I woke up and said sorry
But all I got in reply was
'He's no longer here'

So now I sit here
Remembering you
Fighting away tears

I don't want people to ask why I'm crying
For I pushed you over the edge
I pushed you a little too far
And now every once in awhile
I wake up in tears

For I remember your fears
They were losing everyone you loved

One of them was losing me or me bring mad at you

That last night I ignored your fears
And pushed you too far

Now I sit here fighting away tears
Whispering silently in my thoughts
'I'm sorry'
April/ 23/ 2018/ 10:23PM/ 14 yrs old.
This is about one of my ex's who committed suicide when I was twelve.
 Apr 2018
Jeff Stier
It is all flowing uphill
back into the tributaries
into the headwaters

Life returns to its source
at the end
Chinook salmon spawn in their natal streams and die
their bodies nourish their young
who make haste to salt water
then return from the sea
to repay the favor

Uphill it is for us
a long slog, it seems

We are dedicated enemies
of entropy
unconscious
yet knowing our duty

So these are your instructions.

You must wake each day
and know it as a gift
never pause in worship
never cease your upstream struggles
until it is time
for such foolishness to end.

Grit and muscle
heart and will
life is short
yet sweeter still.
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