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 Jun 27 dude
Kalliope
I like to play music wherever I am,
I find it very grounding, my centering stand.
Even if mentally I'm drifting in the clouds,
Humming the tune, maybe singing out loud.

I like that for three minutes I feel something else,
Shuffle my playlist and the cards I’ve been dealt.
I could be angry or happy or sad,
These songs change my spirits, even just a tad.

A verse can hold me when no one is near,
A chorus can quiet what I don't want to hear.
Melodies mend what I can't fix alone,
Lyrics remind me my soul has a home.

So I play my songs to remember or forget,
To calm down my worries and ease my regret.
Music keeps me moving when I’m stuck in my head,
Breathing life into days that feel heavy as lead.
I’ve started writing just about what I like,
No more poems to boost a man’s psyche.
My words aren’t for you to misunderstand-
This pen will never write your name again.
 Jun 27 dude
Lance Remir
I write about you
Every single day
Letters upon letters
Entries and poetries
Writing of us, of you
Lovingly and angrily 
Yearning and lonely
Every single night
Chapters and stories
Emotions and thoughts
Thousands of words
Even with all this
You can't even send
A single word back
You urged me to leave, to fly,

to conquer this life.

But my wings feel heavy,

a descent into the raw, relentless pain

of a love that both shaped us and shattered us,

leaving wounds that time only deepens.



Music is stained by you,

you’re woven into every note,

recalling to me both what you gave

and what you took away.

Your pain bleeds through every lyric,

questioning me,

forcing me to question myself:

Is it my memory that chains you to the dark?

When will songs ever lose your echo?



I hope you found peace in my songs for you.

And they make your soul rest,

like it did in my arms.

My love falling around you

like a perfect harmony,

a warm melody that lingers,

but that failed to heal.
This was written for the kind of love that carves itself into every song you hear, even long after it’s gone. The kind that feels like both your beginning and your undoing. I wrote this from the space where music becomes memory, and memory becomes mourning. If you’ve ever loved someone so deeply that even silence hums with their echo, this is for you.
 Jun 27 dude
Kalliope
I love love as depressing as I am
But I love the intimacy-
There's beauty in holding hands
Secrets whispered closely at night,
That deeper understanding reached after the first fight

Working together to complete a goal
With someone beside you,
feeling so whole
Their laughter engraved in your head forever-
There's never been a sound that you've loved better

Caressing their face when
sadness reigns king,
Using their favorites to make them
feel seen
The electricity between two
lovers touching,
The honeymoon phase flirting that leaves them both blushing

A lover always has that certain smirk,
When everything is new and
you love every quirk
You get to be silly no matter your age,
Like fictional romance flew off the page

I love when silence doesn't have to ache,
When it's shared, not something you fake
Two mugs in the morning and
a tangled bedspread,
A soft “good morning” with a
kiss to their head

The little things that no one would see,
Like saving the last bite of dessert
just for me,
Or hearing my favorite song
and hitting repeat,
Because love lives in gestures,
not just in lusts heat

I love how romance is art in motion,
How it mirrors moonlight
across a vast ocean
Not always easy, not always bright,
But it's something sacred in both
storm and light

Maybe I'm dark and I like
to write about sorrow
But I love love even when I have
none to borrow
I can't always find pretty words for the skyline, but love? I've always known how to write it from thin air, I just don't.
 Jun 27 dude
Slur pee
Echo.
 Jun 27 dude
Slur pee
My cavernous heart will devour you whole,
Only for you to quickly decompose.
Hello? Hello.. Hell, where did you go?
Lost in the darkness that overflows.
Drowning in the depths of its thalassic hold;
Ebb and flow, this pain I know wanes only to grow.
I’m a slave, like the tide to the seraphic face of the moon.
Guided by life to find the perfect place for my tomb,
The cratered space I desire to bury myself into.

-SLuR
 Jun 27 dude
Kalliope
Breathe in cool air
Breathe out smoke
My own inconsistencies
make me ******* choke
I love to give love,
don't like to receive it
Even if it is real,
I rarely believe it
Let me hold your hand but
don't reach for mine
I'll be patient with you,
if I have the time
An ache to be seen yet
I'm shrouded in shame
I'm floating alone with
only myself to blame
In love with loving,
affection, and touch
But to believe I'm to be wanted?
That's a bit much
Being self aware was never the issue,
Changing thinking patterns is a struggle
She kissed me and
took my last breathe
sent my soul to fire
black and eating death
full of our dead desire.
I love me. I hate myself.
 Jun 27 dude
Azahar Raza
In the silence of the cosmos, silent sparks burn,
Behind sorrow, a wondrous morning of rebirth is built,
Opening the heated gates of grief, monsoon dewdrops fall,
At the core of crisis and exploitation lies an ineffable longing,
The heart, wrapped in the dark blue veil of pain, receives the call of liberation.

A pain-lit heart touches the silent cry of the oppressed with its fierce burn,
In the depth of solitary deprivation, the flame of empathy blazes,
Clinging to the light, it seeks the gentle touch of a final refuge a breath of peace,
In the language of tears, innocent dreams bloom, the burning agony seeks freedom beyond resistance,
On the lines of oppression in the terrifying fire-bath of darkness, a stage of truth rises.

Blood-tears fall, in the soul’s fire-bath is born stainless humanity,
In the burn of empathy in the flame of vows the wounded spirit continues to feel,
From the experience of unwavering strength, the freedom of equality is born,
The disregarded liberation hidden in scars expands into the great ocean,
Infinite hope rises again silence floats away in the tidal light of new emergence.

Like wide rivers, the words of pain rise like stones,
Flowing deep in time an indomitable voice rises from the helpless throat,
Piercing the darkness of sin, the guide of truth stands an untarnished radiance amidst crisis,
In the cry of a hungry child, the wounds of history humanity dreams of justice,
The voice of the oppressed becomes a crimson outcry of sorrowful protest.

A new morning built in the fire of empathy awakens eternal belief,
Across the fields spreads a fragrant wind, the voice of the oppressed echoes across the horizon,
In veins of blood, on the pages of the heart undying, it lights an eternal flame,
In the field of sorrow, crushing the nightmares, the seed of new life is sown,
Struggles blend and merge, the image of new hope builds the eternal humanity.
 Jun 26 dude
S E Pope
Once I was a ghost
Floating between the realms
There was never such a thing
As light or dark or oblivion

I drifted through the gray desert
Without sun or wind or mountain sides
Desolate land stretched eternity
I stayed content as a cold thin line

Endless wandering ended my search
Though I knew not what for
A glimmer caught my periphery
And gravitated me towards a glow

My essence was then quickly surrounded
By beams of warm yellow light
I never knew there could be such a sensation
Nor any awareness of this bewitching sight

I had uncovered an unknown phenomenon
Of light and dark and density
I was delivered into a world of immeasurable color
Mountains that gleam with sun and trees

This body I found brought me elegant gifts
Such as sight and sound and infinite love
I've since become a stranger to the desolate gray
Now my ghost is possessed by life and home
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