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 Oct 2018
Skye Marshmallow
We are all silhouettes
Wrapped in the tapestry
Of a blooming night
Outlines etched messily
Into a cotton wool sky
Beautifully imperfect
A stray wisp illuminates
Sings sweet like our
Honey bee laughs
We smile, always
Endlessly sunshine yellow
For here we are youth
Wild like dandelions
Rebelling against being
A common flower
We paint the word ****
In shining glitter
Send it to outer space in
A paper airplane
Then dance on crazily
Like the night is infinite
Dreaming for a forever
Something a bit different
 Oct 2018
egghead
We cannot write silence.
The beats.
The pause.
The breath.
The way it aches
and persists

and begs that,

if only for a moment,

our consciousness is only a whisper.
our bodies,
our lips,
the air that passes through falling chests
and stillness.

A melody of emotion.
Sleeping in the quiet of a heartbeat skipped
a word lost to the wind.

The wickedness of reticence
Encapsulated in air and time.

The moment stretched too long.
Hesitation perpetuated in the grip of fingernails
pressed into palms.

We cannot write silence,
but we can try.

to find a way to immortalize emotion
to create space
in the ceaseless drone of words that speak and spin.

I cannot write silence. But I can write
tears and years
and the burn of long-stretched lies.

I can write goodbyes and hellos
And dozen ways to say
I love to hate you
Or
I hate to love you
and sometimes
I cannot tell the difference.
Silence.
The space I have upheld for myself.

I love to hate you
Heart.

I hate to love you too.

I cannot write silence.
But I know it.
and I have held it in my hand.
Inspired by the Vanity Fair article of André Aciman's reaction to his book *Call Me By Your Name* being made into a movie. Specifically the quote, "I couldn't write silence."
 Oct 2018
The Dedpoet
Inventing the day,
Circular possessions,
All I own cannot be touched,

Everything lost in a fire,
Blazing nocturnal,
The slab of marble becomes
A tin marker,

Watching with stillness
As fleshes mesh with time,
     A poet remains:
The spherical elimination
   Casting lights on dark
I find my axis
      I find myself the epitome
And the footsteps
      In the puddles resound
In my minds echoes;
My body is a transparent verse,
        Night unfolds , I
Can see myself again.

      Listen to me as you listen
To the water,
     I am the unhindered thunder,
The shadow in the light's
     Ignorant glow,

      From my footsteps rise the
Steam,
I am still The DedPoet,
    As you sleep in your bed
I invent my new homes:
   Nightly I bocome a
Poem of The Nocturne.
 Oct 2018
Kimberly
For a Millenia
I’ve walked this barren land
Unbeknownst to others of my kind
A wandering mist
I gazed upon everything
While everyone else is blind
Spools of thread barred their sights
Perhaps the same spools I have yet to find
Cursed, wide awake
While others slumbered
Alone I roamed
As eternity stretched
And stretched
Until I saw another pair of eyes
You were as awake as I was
The anguish, mirroring my own, halted
For the first time we stared
As we have never stared before
For the first time we saw
How eyes are like pools
How eyes are like souls
Even though it was terrifying
To be truly seen
How glad I was
To drown in them
 Oct 2018
Hussein Dekmak
A kind Word is a:
Tree with unlimited fruits,
Sun with its infinite sun shine,
Full moon with its abundant light,
Blue print to an inspiring life.

A kind word is
The 'angel of love' that can
Win the respect of an enemy,
Heal a broken soul,
And change someone’s life!

A kind word is
A tsunami, that can break
One hundred walls to reach the
Heart of a being, and fill it
With hope, love, and inspiration.

Hussein Dekmak
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 Oct 2018
Cronedrome
Sister to Sorrow
Despair is a place
Pain is a reference
Fear is a taste

The walls that envelop
The monsters at play
The loss of nights silver
The absence of day

Time comes to die here
Forgets how to count
Slides in oh so easy
Now
Just you try to crawl out

Sister to Sorrow
Despair is a place
That draws and seduces
A ransom’s embrace
Lost in a dream
Who is lost in the wake
Awake now the scream
Of this vision that shakes

Sister to Sorrow
How much can you take  
What can I give you
Fear is my taste
You know and you sow
And you cultivate

Death is the reference
The shape to unshape
 Sep 2018
Poetic T
Every breath is a diamond.

     For without the gleam
of every one..
the beauty of life would be dull.

— The End —