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 Aug 2018
Tyler Durden
[ ] I missed the familiar taste of your lips on mine, like the exciting nostalgia of looking out at the peach tinted sun kissed glow of the mountains we both love. It’s just like it used to be but so much more. You pull me in I know you feel it too.
 Aug 2018
Edmund black
Her body’s poetry
got my taste buzz
buzzing for honey
My body buzzing
with excitement
Her mind flirtatious ways
signal my body
like a buzzer
My mind  buzzing
with ideas
Heart flares abuzz
like a blaze
I’ve heard the latest
buzz about her ecstasy
breathlessly waiting  to
abuzz into her body’s heat
Shhhh,  
Her body’s poetry
buzzing for my love!
Shhhh a buzzy kind of day ;) G’morning!
 Aug 2018
Edmund black
I was told  today
that my compassion is both
inspiring and intimidating
The truth is I don’t really know
what To do with that
Except say compassion
Is a heart muscle
The more you exercise it
The bigger it gets....
You’re welcome
to join me
on that journey!
When you’re busy with your purpose, you do not have the time to gossiping and tearing down others with your tongue .. That type of behavior is childish and wreaks of insecurity ...
Love responsibly , love completely....... Just live!
 Aug 2018
Path Humble
left my phone unlocked
on the taxi’s back seat,
won't be the last time

called it a few times
finally, the driver picked up

he had a fare immediately after mine,
and was now headed way downtown,
and would call later
when fate returned him nearer my office

and so it came to pass,
very shortly thereafter,

we met on the street,
he rolled down  the window
and with the greatest smile of pleasure,
as if he had won the lottery
beaming,
handed me my phone

I had two $20's to cover any expense he might have incurred,
neatly folded in my hand  
and offered it right up, right away;
but the driver repeatedly pushed my hand away
as I insisted,
saying:

"No sir, no no, not necessary!

Allah sent me a fare
that took me soon back close to you, so,
  no loss of time did I suffer,
so your offer is kindly unnecessary!"


to which I replied,

"exactly!
Allah sent you to me
so I could reward you!"


and with an equally, beaming smile I continued,

"our ride and meeting today,
together was pre-ordained it was


Inshallah!" ^

something he could not dispute...
or my knowledge thereof and it’s
proper pronouncement,
nor
his amazement,
to disguise!

  we parted ways
   each believing,
   each receiving,
a heavenly check plus,
each, credited with a mitzvah^^
on our
respective trip logs,
our humanly divine balance sheets,
kept by the
single
supreme taxi dispatcher
Arabic for ^"God/Allah willing" or "if God/Allah wills," frequently spoken by a Muslim


^^a meritorious or charitable act in the Jewish tradition

FYI,
NYC taxi cab drivers are suffering economically by the explosion of ride hailing app cars, many unable to pay their bills, earn a living, have committed suicide over the past few months
https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/sixth-new-york-city-cab-driver-dies-suicide-after-struggling-n883886

true story, poetry is there for the taking
 Aug 2018
cecilia
ink runs from the corners
of my mouth
there is no happiness
like mine
i been eating poetry
 Aug 2018
Cicero
I knew a girl who used poetry as a weapon.
Who broke hearts for fun, only to dip her pen in their blood and write lines in the sand.

I knew a girl who used poetry as a shield.
Who thought her words were justified if she dipped them in honey before she spoke.

I knew a girl who used poetry as a blindfold.
Who hid her betrayal behind selfless lines and artful lies.

And she called me her muse and I thought it a compliment when really it was a curse.
Because I knew a girl who only wrote poetry about broken hearts so she let me fall so she could watch me drop and describe the sound of my impact with honey-coated drizzle.

Because it’s my heart that was pen-dipped.
My ears that were darkened by honey-covered lies.
My eyes that were obscured by a blindfold of silk.

And when my blood dried and the sand was used up, she went for another boy.
A broken boy.

One she didn’t have to break to write her twisted lines.
 Aug 2018
Blind Aesthetic
If I had a dollar
for every time you made me smile
I'd only have a dollar
because that one smile
is still going strong
 Aug 2018
Graff1980
I present to the world
my impossible
portfolio
of poetically painted
impressions.
 Aug 2018
Adam Holmstrom
Out of habit I said I was fine
but no one is fine in the dark
speaking to voices
screaming to ghosts
crying to puddles of tears.

No one is fine in the light
with only themselves in sight.
Don't (let others) be alone.
 Aug 2018
Adam Holmstrom
We lie awake
at afterparty hours
with fragile hearts
that scream silently,
violently,
why do we feel alone?

Why do we feel alone
with so many of us here?
We carry a torch
in its fire our feelings flicker.
We pass it around
breathing the ember in.
We inhale the flames
And exhale dark ashes.

Each breath keeps it ignited
as we share this light inside us.
We feel it's familiar warmth
when we pass each other by.
It bonds and it heals us;
all walks of our lives together.

We lie awake
at any fragile hour
with open hearts
that scream loudly,
proudly,
we are not alone.
Thank you for listening
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