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 May 2018 Dani
zoie marie lynn
i’m made of sidewalk cracks and moments i should’ve taken
i’m made of broken rings and the wrong girls i put my trust in.
because i didn’t know what love was until i kissed a girl made of thorns
and i didn’t know what happiness was until fear started sleeping without locking the door.
i’m no where near what the world makes me out to be
what it expects from me
and maybe that’s okay.
i’m made of ****** coffee and the constant pressure of being something else
i'm made of holes in the foundation and girls that kiss me just to watch me melt.
because i didn't know what lust was until i touched skin made of broken glass
and i didn't know what hope was until i fell a little too fast.
my story ends before it even starts
because forever is only real if you look like art
but i look like broken promises in an empty hallway
and maybe that's okay.
and strange what desire will make foolish people do
 May 2018 Dani
Natasha
Why I Write
 May 2018 Dani
Natasha
I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.
 May 2018 Dani
Mydriasis Aletheia
I feel like a sheep in wolves' clothing.
Afraid, angry, hungry, but more than
anything
I am lonely.
 May 2018 Dani
Mike Hauser
There's a picture in my head
Of what I looked like then
The way I did the day we wed
Is all in the expression

You can take it or you can leave it
Whatever you find to do
The point is now you see it
The is me missing you

For what we had together
Let no man tear apart
You change your mind over time
Which in time turned your heart

What we had wasn't meant to last
I now know that to be true
Still that doesn't change the heartfelt fact
This is me missing you

Whether one or lopsided
Aren't they both about the same
A marriage in route misguided
No matter who's to blame

You might have changed the beat
While I still hum the tune
Since our words we failed to keep
This is me missing you
I've been happily married going on 33 years.
Most of my poems have nothing to do with me... We'll maybe my last poem "The Pick" Otherwise I just make this stuff up!
 May 2018 Dani
Cello Girl
the sun is a golden disk in the sky,
hanging inches above the horizon
over glittering green-gold leaves,
the heady scent of the magnolia petals
on the chalky pavement,
the birds and their ringing chirps.
the sky alight with red and orange pastels
and with bliss.
the day is here.
 May 2018 Dani
Cello Girl
home
 May 2018 Dani
Cello Girl
my home
is not
the room
where i sleep
fitfully.
or the house,
broken memories
and walls
the color
of
****.

my home
is the
off-key
singing
with my sister
in her car.
the buttered popcorn
from the movie theater
that we ate together,
her and my brother and i.
the spring air
as we ran with her dog.
the monotone
of teachers droning on,
the bright laughter
of my friends.

home is made
of the little
bits of joy
that
we’ve left
scattered
behind
us.
It takes a sad soul to be able to write poetry.

Someone who has been through hell.

It takes a person with so much emotion,

To be able to understand poetry.

For it to really reach them.

Poets write to feel.

Poets write to find people who understand.

And more than anything,

Poets write,

In Hope's that their words,

Will reach someone just like themselves.

Poets write to feel less alone.

And to let others know they aren't alone either.

I see all of you.

Right down to your hearts.

I wish I had the chance to know all of you.

Your beautiful souls.

Please don't ever stop writing.

I need you.

All of you. ♡
 May 2018 Dani
Colm
Sifting Words
 May 2018 Dani
Colm
Stomach full of stream and sand, sometimes I sift gold.
Passing through to understand,
that fingers never hold.
Nothing that is ever said by man, will last beyond as far as memory can carry.
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