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 May 2016 Flo
surreal
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 May 2016 Flo
surreal
What is reality?
I am a flower;
a beautiful, white-lipped daisy
Just unfurled into the world.
No rips, no tears.  Not yet.
People stroke my velvety petals carefully and cautiously,
Careful not to break me.  
Don't break me.
CRUSH ME.
I will just reform into a
****** white velvet mess in the dirt of stars.
 May 2016 Flo
Just Melz
You are the
        window
              to my pain
  Cloudy with
            no chance of clarity
      I can see
               how far
away you are
                    Out of focus,
           still hurting me
                      *so easily
Not everything that breaks is unusable, like my heart for example.
 May 2016 Flo
Isabella Watson
In moments you used to look at me,
You now look away.
And in times when my mind used to be free of you,
You're now here to stay.
-i.w.
what happened to admiring glances
 May 2016 Flo
Jude kyrie
Lost at sea
 May 2016 Flo
Jude kyrie
my poetry has become
a seagulls cry
my soul is adrift
on a becalmed sea.
This sailors wife
knitted his death
into his sweater.
the sea shall swallow me
with its infinite greed.
The cloudless sky
will take my poems
and recite them
from a place on high.
the verses melt
to a single sound.
my poetry has become
a seagulls cry.
 May 2016 Flo
María José
Sadness is weird for me.
It leaks from my biggest smile,
and from tears of laughter.
Sadness lingers with me in a hug,
and when I´m dancing.
It creeps into my mind when I'm alone
or the center of a party.
The urge to cry is there
I simply lack the tears.

Sadness is weird for me
It hides in the corner of my mind
to surprise me when I least expect it
But other times it prances around
waiving a flag as if to show me...
but I know, I feel it
I simply lack the tears

Sadness is weird for me
because it is numb
and yet I feel it so strong.
Because I smile,
even when I want to cry
I simply lack the tears.
 May 2016 Flo
Lynn Al-Abiad
يا زهرة واقفة على سطح من سطوح بيروت، ريحتك متل الأفيون


You little flower planted on a rooftop in Beirut, you smell like *****


لين اا -
- LynnAA
You are cancer and delirium.

12/5/2016
 May 2016 Flo
Joel M Frye
Humans being are
the inconstant animal
;
at face value
you rarely know
what you're facing
.
No tail-wag
for happy
or angry,
the perfect smile
hides the bared fang.

Emotions ebb and flow,
friends come and go.
Small wonder we
love the ocean;
consistent, insistent
waves of mother-water
soothe our tidal souls.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gzxVUqafsNI
 May 2016 Flo
Walter W Hoelbling
this poem
is not about you

even though
your spirit is in every word
your voice sounds strong
in the halls of my mind
telling me things
I am now sure
I want to know

this poem is
about me

trying to understand
you
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