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 Oct 2018
Mohd Arshad
If
Poetry
Isn't brave enough
To defend its own head itself,

It's not poetry!
 Oct 2018
Isabelle
in between the words i speak
there are secrets that i keep
in between these lines i write
there are words i decided to hide
what more the in between of you and me
 Oct 2018
ghost queen
enigmatic, exotic
alone, deep in the jungle
fierce, afraid
passion, love in her eyes

to hold her, is to lose her
to have her, is to **** her
ephemeral, a ghost
a dream, a fantasy
never to be had
Written to accompany photos of a flower https://flic.kr/s/aHsmiTGp93
 Oct 2018
PrttyBrd
Cradle me in your arms
and sing me into peace
drifting into lyrics and flat B's
love never sounded so safe

Invited into Dreamland
with love stories serenaded
in tunes familiar
connected through time

Lost in times gone by
begging another with restless moans
soothed into slumber
by music that still makes me smile
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 Oct 2018
PrttyBrd
Millenia a moment
wishes on all the starfish in the ocean
wouldn't make Wilcox happy in love

Indivisible divisions
infinite wisdom where math and science
will never meet God

Did science create a universe or simply define it?
Where beginning meets end in pinpoints of minutia
that by definition and design will never actually meet

Cradle me in your arms for nanoseconds
each holding an eternity
If only time could be held by more than mere memory

Maybe, everything until the now that is never the now
can touch a moment
that can never be broken into its smallest parts
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 Oct 2018
Rohan P
The metal splinters and bends:

i'm split into moon-shadow
and star-shadow.

i'm ripped apart.
i'm outshined.
i'm sorry.
 Oct 2018
OC
Putting out fires
is an impossible task
when all you can find
are poems of paper
wooden hopes
and faith wrapped with
a decomposing cloth
rather
it is better to just
cast those into the pyre
perhaps as fuel these will
suspend
the creeping night
for just a moment further
This will be a series of parts of incomplete poems that either don't hold up as a whole, are half baked, or are too lost in translation. Comments will be appreciated
The absence of work deactivates faith.
- SYL
 Sep 2018
Tristan Brown
I told her to breathe
but she refused to listen.
Reminds me of me.
 Sep 2018
Crow
“you leave me breathless” she sighed, as their lips parted
“then take mine” he offered “all I have is yours”
Wanted to try something different
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