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 Sep 2021 Inkdrop
Landon Keys
indeed
 Sep 2021 Inkdrop
Landon Keys
The world is round; it has no point.
Don't harp on that minor chord- simply cherish, "I remember."
and keep walking.
I make light of it but I wonder why is it that when sixty-five is the new forty, 9 pm becomes midnight.

when I was young, which came before the egg by the way,
things were certainly different,
old was anyone over five feet three and posh was anyone on the black and white TV,

everyone today wants to be sixteen or influencers on Tik-Tok,
all I wanted to do was to watch Dixon of Dock Green.

Things could be worse though
I know that.
 Sep 2021 Inkdrop
Tita Halaman
Maybe then I’ll meet
My secret weeper, in public places
My yesterday’s plea, my shade of blue
Yet, I can never look her in the eye
Jump high instead, would I?
Leap over, overcome
So I can laugh, like it’s no harm done
A poem for a painting
 Sep 2021 Inkdrop
Ken Pepiton
If I can't have…
none can have…

two ways - have you ever
did you have

proteins and hormones,
structural bits and action tics
touched
just

bare
there at the base of the idea
we
were thinking better good enough
and
it leaked.

My cultural first reaction was
put my finger in the dam,
then
I listed floward, hearing a scream
from all the rivers in me

let the dammed thing break out,
and cover the earth
like a comforting fog, not smog,

rolling hills, none higher than kansas
to the gulf,
globally, no grades greater than 6%,
all bicycle friendly,
ask
has this been done, nearly, if
yes,
ask can it be prevented in the future, if
no chance,
then now is functional begin next.
Testing access to next if if ifity
 Sep 2021 Inkdrop
Callamasttia
She's a daydreamer
A storm in it's physical form
Made straight out of boldness
The key to every door

She smells like that time at night
Where everything feels possible
And the world fit in ours pockets

As there's only the open road ahead
And nothing can hurt us
Because we're untouchable

There's no living thing
That won't bend to her wills
Because she's just too pretty
To be let unsatisfied

I guess that's why it hurts so much
When you wake up next morning
And she's just not into you anymore
Because the adrenaline went gone
The night made out of possibilities is dead
And she's realized you're not so interesting
As you were last night

- I fall for the dreamer every time, and every time they wake up from the dream
 Sep 2021 Inkdrop
Crow
Semblance
 Sep 2021 Inkdrop
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 Sep 2021 Inkdrop
ghost queen
the black box
called the mind
a byproduct
of physiology
dreams of love
a phantasm
of the heart
so two
can become
one
 Sep 2021 Inkdrop
raphæl
language
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raphæl
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 Jul 2018 Inkdrop
Madisen Kuhn
one day
it will be easy to breathe
my lungs will inhale flowers
and honey
it will be second nature
like riding a bicycle
like tying a shoe
like swallowing a pill
and i will hold on
tightly and
with shaking hands
until then
feeling very overwhelmed lately. trying to hold onto the hope that it will not always feel this way. i will find my peace.
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