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 May 2016
nivek
life is a soup
and you don't get to choose its flavour
sweet or sour you **** it from a spoon
it dribbles down your chin
and stains your freshly washed shirt

so the only answer you get
don't worry about your shirt.
 May 2016
nivek
Often poetry goes underground
pick and shovel kind of deep-

Breaking rock with a sledgehammer

- in the end you light the dynamite
and walk away
 May 2016
eunsung aka Silas
heart beats                              brain stops
thoughts quiet                       heart sings
a new song                             free of fear
life grows anew                    with heart free
I was experimenting with spacing and abstract free association.
 May 2016
nivek
First the ocean spat us out
so we polluted it
then the jungle
so we chopped it down
and because we had not wings
we decided to **** the sky.
 May 2016
nivek
Twins appreciate the concept of queuing
long before anyone else
 Apr 2016
eunsung aka Silas
I let go
breathe more deeply
my heart opens
freely
 Apr 2016
Denel Kessler
putting faith in another human being
creates in me a fear so vast and enduring
it's hard to fit it in one imperfect lifetime
trust distorted by the history of things
done to and by us in the name of love
creates a doubting monologue in my head
that manifests in unattractive neediness
a seemingly bottomless hunger
for the reassurance of your touch
I fervently covet
your singular devotion
show me you'll do anything
to silence this non-believer
with love so constant
and unreserved
I feel it
from the outside
in
 Apr 2016
eunsung aka Silas
I feel like the Tin Man
wanting a new heart
 Apr 2016
Irving MacPherson
Fill the basin
To half full
Cram the dishes
Into the white soapy
Bubbles and very hot water

Too hot for hands
And dish clothes
Wait, write a poem

Have a cup of coffee
And pat myself on the back
For doing three things
All in the same bunch of moments

What can be said
You dig in
Oh, water's still too hot

Pour myself
Another coffee
Contemplate the state
Of the unkempt Kitchen floor
 Apr 2016
betterdays
his fist clenched
his mind benched
her eyes black
her jaw slack
and bleeding

her blood red
him out of his head
the child hiding,
crying....inside dying

violence never asks
never is the answer
for the victims
it is slow death
for society a cancer
domestic violence......
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