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 1467ยฐ 
Marc Morais
We built
a tower
with hands
that did not know
how to touch.

It rose,
stone by stone.
Each word was a brick.
Each silence,
the mortar.
Promisesโ€”
now vanished in the air.

We stood
at the bottom,
blaming the height
for our achesโ€”
but the tower
was never
what broke us.
 804ยฐ 
onlylovepoetry
โ€œSynesthesia is a neurological condition in which stimulation of one sense involuntarily triggers experiences in another sense. This means that people with synesthesia may see colors when they hear music, taste shapes when they read words, or feel textures when they smell certain scents. It is a rare and unique phenomenon that affects about 2-4% of the population. Synesthesia is not a disease or a mental disorder, and it does not interfere with daily lifeโ€

would sell my soul
cheap very cheap
to have this kinetic
blessing

think of the life
of loveโ€™s illusions
you could sketch,
the intersection
of all the senses
in one glorious
syntax
speaking of the
synthesis
of perfection moments

to decorate ordinary existence
for others

to be a human filtering
kaleidoscope
this poetโ€™s word~world enthralling,
mesmerizing

imagine a love poem
erupting,
the sound and the fury,
the volcanic coloring heat
upon your flushed cheeks,
the symphony of
tiny erupting pinpricks


when first you
kiss
the great love of
your life


For everyone to
understand,
persuasively share,
the exact ecstatic crystallization
of that single second as well as youโ€ฆ
2/23/25
 488ยฐ 
jim moore
You saw it coming,
you knew it
I had my chance,
I blew it
You held my hand
We walked to the edge

I couldnโ€™t jump
A missed opportunity that I wish I had the chance to do over.
You look to be happy to escape the sadness
And seek inner peace to run from the madness
You sprint towards pleasure so pain will not reach you
You wish to be free so you donโ€™t follow through
With any commitments, you donโ€™t think that freedom
Is simply a tool to build your own kingdom
But all craftsmen know that to build anything
You take wood from the woods and you alchemise You look to be happy to escape the sadness
And seek inner peace to run from the madness
You sprint towards pleasure so pain will not reach you
You wish to be free so you donโ€™t follow through
With any commitments, you donโ€™t think that freedom
Is simply a tool to build your own kingdom
But all craftsmen know that to build anything
You take a saw and some wood and you alchemise it
You may not want this, but this is where truth lies
When you reject half of life, the other half dies.
Just a bus poem
 377ยฐ 
Taylor
i think you deserve a soft epilogue,
my love.
you are a good person
and  you've suffered enough.
 353ยฐ 
Craig Strong
Dude, do you realize that you used the word dude
like three times in the same sentence, dude.

who does that?
 340ยฐ 
Liana
Dear seven year old,
Yes, there is a monster
But itโ€™s not under your bed

The monster is in your head
But maybe itโ€™s not even a monster
Maybe itโ€™s just buried pain
Because they told you not to cry

Dear seven year old,
Yes, you should keep crying
Otherwise the tears will build up and flood your insides

The tears do not care for being stuck
They need to be released
Into the stars

Dear seven year old,
Yes, your plea for better times are being heard by the stars
They always will
Keep wishing on them

Wish on 11:11 too
Because to wish is to know what you want
And knowing what you want
Telling it
Makes it so much more likely to happen

Dear seven year old,
Yes, you still feel like the kid sitting under the slide and just observing life
And youโ€™ve come to appreciate it

Observing, looking, watching p
Make all the difference
Almost as much as writing

Dear seven year old,
Write.
 318ยฐ 
Gary
Love ties bows
around garbage bins.

Turns losses into wins.

Brightens a sky,
shortens a queue.

Changes one into two.
 302ยฐ 
Sunamin Tamang
She Said,
"I was his Strawberry Moon
Red & dim
Lambent with love.
But he never stepped into my light
Never felt my red beams.
And nowโ€ฆ
Time is gone.
Time is gone."
~
& after all, what did he reply?
 293ยฐ 
apricot
Please, get out of my head
Please I am begging you
Leave
I don't need you here
But I do
I want you
Just you.
But it's your fault
I can't shut up about you
Please, get out of my head
I don't want you anymore
You can't make up your mind
Because I can't
It seems
It's only filled with you
Like all others did,
I want you to leave
But, I'm stuck with you
And you're stuck with me
I want you
Just you
No one else invading my head
I've gone crazy
Because you aren't in my head
I'm in yours
I've gone crazy
Because you don't want me
The way
I want you.
This is literally what my love life is currently wth
 292ยฐ 
Star
Light mist, morning dew
Fragrant flowers fill the air.
Embrace me, sweet dawn.
 288ยฐ 
kathleen
They say itโ€™s all in your head,
They say youโ€™re making it up,
They say nothing is actually wrong,
They say your life could be worse
They say youโ€™ll grow out of it,
They say itโ€™s just doctors trying to make money,
They say all it is is youโ€™re sad.
They say itโ€™s all in my headโ€ฆ maybe it is, maybe it was.
but now itโ€™s slowly spilling out onto my wrists.

I donโ€™t think itโ€™s just in my head anymore.
 281ยฐ 
Nat Lipstadt
Dearest Patty m.,

we admire, admit to raw nailed jealousy
when we read the works superior
with the greatest worn scruffy complementary compliment
a poet
can give to
another scribe

How I wish I had written that,
those very words!


confessing before the world
with our own humility
at the daily dawning of
realization that
morning brings freshness and
insights needy for release and
aborning and the trace of humiliation
that weโ€™ve all  ready
been breached bested
by others,
once againโ€ฆ

BUT
we do not bow!
no courtly arm sweeping,
back bent, at best
a nod of a head
then

privately
we gasp, rent our clothes,
throw the body flat to the floor,

observing seven days of mourning
reserved
for when we morning moan,
daylight groan and loan out our
croissant moon mooing cries to
bemused muses
in the clouds supervising,
as tears of, an admixture of,
an elixir of joy, compassion
and thus refreshed by someoneโ€™s
new infantโ€™d christening
we *****. we resurrect, gamble,
throwing ourselves complete like dice,
in to a roll of
stunned stupor of high inspiration
and then make out best work
ever yet

but never do we bow, scrape,
bend the knee, maybe the head,
we mourn our lesser failings
and smile as we flash words
from our eyes,
stored in our mindsets,
our, my best, will
always be yielded up
next
โ€”โ€”
addendum
โ€”โ€”โ€”
seven years ago
in a separate guise,
he ssid it differently
maybe better?
:<โ€ข>

epilogue

read my face
incapable of,
deprivation
but how now silent
bow my head to Will
for teaching the way of words
traced upon
a fool or a king's tongue,
two too human,
so that poet may ken
his senses keener,
all for the better,
for the betterment of all
 280ยฐ 
Dani
A jigsaw left unsolved
Left in hiding out of frustration
Years in hiding
Only to find the last puzzle piece
Was sitting in front of me the whole time
 250ยฐ 
Eduardo Edmundo
If I could,
I would sleep with Juliet
with Romeo watching


Almada
 244ยฐ 
Words in Bloom
Tell me youโ€™re only mine
Even if youโ€™re lying
Look me in the eyes
Tell me you love me
And that im the only one for you
I donโ€™t care if im delusional
As long as I feel happy again
::::
The chains
'round      my
ankles      are
sterling fine
the
very
   best      that  
I could
find
:::
The
chains   'round
your     neck
are purest
gold
and
the      lock
will      cost
your
very
SOUL


SoยญulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
(C) September 17
2014
 213ยฐ 
Nat Lipstadt
~ for Rob Rutledge -
@ 6:15am
~~~~~
we all are living, reading and writing,
paycheck to paycheck
even if by happenstance, our bellies full,

for the white sheets we lay our words
down and upon, our supporters of
ids and egos of egg shell thin lifes
are the bare emptied shelves
of our unending, still ongoing
pandemic pandemonium,
razing times
of eroding joys

the sheets are blank, but our souls
wearied, helmed and whelmed
by the unending of the unexpected
that demands, orders and commands,
no matter what
pour it out blasting
unleashing the rage
compelled, compiled,
completely compulsing
we
selves ordered to compose

giving form and firmament
to our vaporous innards,
releasing new oxygen from
the tides inside and without,
clashing ideas, irregular notions
that demand we poets responsible
for reconciliation and auditing for
human truths

we awake barren but weighty,
the emotions are rustling in the
now daily, common,
mighty metors of gusts of higher winds,
spreading fire and measles to spite,
not despite
our fragile failings & flailings

oh goodness and grace,
let that be the colors of
our skin, our face,
essay on, sashay with a
swinging motion,
yes, rhyme and rhythm

and deliver us with words
so soft, they shatter the
gloomy desperation of
what confronts our entirety,
when the terrors of our
sleeping dreams cannot be
differentiated from the
sad eyed waking
ones

so write, and right,
these troubled times,
when trolls, dragons
and yet unnamed monsters
seek to take away our
tiny green planet, watered,
seeded and plentiful fruited
plains enough to satisfy us all

if we are so emboldened to choose
all of us over our lonely selfish selfs
6:15am
Tuesday
close by
the Ides of March
(1)some words recently received and rescreted
 208ยฐ 
kohu
my blue veins pulse, life
throbbing, aching, red spilling
i crave, the cutting
a haiku
 191ยฐ 
ALI
ุฃุบูˆุตู ูƒูŽุณูููŠู†ูŽุฉู ู‚ูŽุฏู’ ู‚ูŽุทูŽุนูŽุชู’ ุฃูŽุดุฑูุนูŽุชูŽู‡ุง ุงู„ุฃูŽู…ู’ูˆูŽุงุฌูุŒ
ุฃูŽุญู’ู…ูู„ู ูููŠ ูŠูŽุฏูŽูŠู‘ูŽ ุตูŽุฏูŽุฃูŽ ุงู„ู‚ูุฑููˆู†ูุŒ ูˆูŽุฃูŽุณู’ุฑูŽุงุฑูŽ ุงู„ู…ูŽุฏููŠู†ูŽุฉู ุงู„ู…ูŽุบู’ู…ููˆุฑูŽุฉู ุงู„ู‘ูŽุชููŠ ุชูŽุชูŽู„ุฃู„ุฃู ูƒูŽุฃูŽุญู’ู„ูŽุงู…ู ู…ูู†ู’ุณููŠู‘ูŽุฉู.
ู„ูŽู…ู’ ุฃูŽูƒูู†ู’ ุฃูŽุฏู’ุฑููŠ ู…ูŽุชูŽู‰ ูˆูŽุฌูŽุฏู’ุชู ู†ูŽูู’ุณููŠ ู‡ูู†ูŽุง... ู„ูŽูƒูู†ู‘ูŽ ุงู„ุฃูŽุณู’ู…ูŽุงูƒูŽ ุชูŽุนู„ูŽู…ู ุฃูŽู†ู‘ููŠ ุฃูŽูู’ูƒู‘ู ุดูููŽุงุฑูŽ ุงู„ุฃูŽุนู’ู…ูŽุงู‚ู.
ุฃูŽุนู’ุฑููู ุทูŽุฑููŠู‚ูŽ ุงู„ุนูŽูˆู’ุฏูŽุฉู... ู„ูŽูƒูู†ู‘ููŠ ู„ูŽุง ุฃูŽุนู’ุฑููู ูƒูŽูŠู’ููŽ ุชูุจู’ู†ูŽู‰ ุงู„ุฌูุฏู’ุฑูŽุงู†ู ู…ูู†ู’ ุฃูŽู…ู’ู„ูŽุงุญูุŒ ุฃูŽูˆู’ ู„ูู…ูŽุงุฐูŽุง ุชูŽุจู’ูƒููŠ ุงู„ู…ูŽุฑูŽุงุฌููŠู‘ู ุนูู†ู’ุฏูŽู…ูŽุง ุฃูŽุบู’ูููˆ!

ุฃูŽู†ูŽุง ุงู„ู…ูŽู†ูŽุงุฑูŽุฉู ุงู„ู…ูู†ู’ุทูŽููุฆูŽุฉู ุงู„ู‘ูŽุชููŠ ุชูŽุญู’ุชูŽุถูู†ู ุถูŽูˆู’ุกูŽ ุงู„ู‚ูŽู…ูŽุฑู ุงู„ุนูŽุงุชูู…ูุŒ
ุฃูŽู…ู’ูˆูŽุงุฌููŠ ุชูŽุฑู’ุชูŽุทูู…ู ุจูุงู„ุตู‘ูุฎููˆุฑูุŒ ูƒูู„ู‘ู ุฑูŽุฐูŽุงุฐูŽุฉู ุชูู†ูŽุงุฏููŠ:
"ู…ูŽู†ู’ ูŠูุตู’ู„ูุญู ุดูุจูŽุงูƒูŽ ุงู„ุฒู‘ูŽู…ูŽู†ู ู‚ูŽุจู’ู„ูŽ ุฃูŽู†ู’ ุชูŽุชูŽุญูŽูˆู‘ูŽู„ูŽ ุงู„ุณู‘ูŽุงุนูŽุงุชู ุฅูู„ูŽู‰ ุฑูู…ูŽุงู„ูุŸ"
ุญูŽู…ูŽู„ู’ุชู ุฃูŽุณู’ู…ูŽุงุกูŽ ุงู„ุบูŽุงุฆูุตููŠู†ูŽ ุงู„ู‚ูŽุฏููŠู…ููŠู†ูŽ ูููŠ ุฑูุญู’ู„ูŽุฉู ุฅูู„ูŽู‰ ู‚ูŽุงุนู ู„ูŽุง ู‚ูŽุงุนูŽ ู„ูŽู‡ูุŒ
ูˆูŽุนูู†ู’ุฏูŽู…ูŽุง ุณูŽุฃูŽู„ููˆู†ููŠ ุนูŽู†ู ุงู„ุจูุฏูŽุงูŠูŽุงุชูุŒ ุงู†ู’ูƒูŽุณูŽุฑูŽ ุตูŽูˆู’ุชููŠ ุฅูู„ูŽู‰ ุฃูŽุตู’ุฏูŽุงุกูŽ ุชูŽุชูŽุฏูŽูู‘ูŽู‚ู ู…ูู„ู’ุญู‹ุง.

ุฃูŽุชูŽูƒูŽู„ู‘ูŽู…ู ุจูู„ูุบูŽุฉู ุงู„ู…ูŽุงุกู ุงู„ู…ูุชูŽุฌูŽู…ู‘ูุฏู ูููŠ ู‚ูู„ููˆุจู ุงู„ุณู‘ูŽููŽู†ูุŒ
ุฃูุญูŽูˆู‘ูู„ู ู‡ูŽู…ู’ุณูŽ ุงู„ุฃูุฐูู†ู ุงู„ุตู‘ูŽุฏูŽูููŠู‘ูŽุฉู ุฅูู„ูŽู‰ ู†ูŽุบูŽู…ูŽุงุชู ุชูŽุฑู’ุนูุดู ูƒูŽุงู„ุดู‘ูุนูŽุงุจูุŒ
ุฃูŽุณู’ู…ูŽุนู ุญููƒูŽุงูŠูŽุงุชู ุงู„ู…ูŽุฏู‘ู ูˆูŽุงู„ุฌูŽุฒู’ุฑู ู…ูŽุนูŽ ุงู„ุฑู‘ููŠูŽุงุญู ุงู„ุนูŽุชููŠุฏูŽุฉู ุนูŽู„ูŽู‰ ุดูŽุงุทูุฆู ู…ูู†ู’ ุฃูŽุฒู’ู…ูู†ูŽุฉู ู…ูุชูŽุตูŽุงุฏูู…ูŽุฉู.
ูŠูŽู‚ููˆู„ููˆู†ูŽ: "ุฅูู†ู‘ูŽู‡ู ูŠูŽุนู’ู„ูŽู…ู ู…ูŽูˆู’ุนูุฏูŽ ุงู†ู’ูƒูุณูŽุงุฑู ุงู„ุฃูŽู…ู’ูˆูŽุงุฌู ู‚ูŽุจู’ู„ูŽ ุฃูŽู†ู’ ุชูŽุตูู„ูŽ!"
ูˆูŽู„ูŽูƒูู†ู‘ูŽู†ููŠ ู„ูŽุง ุฃูŽุณู’ุชูŽุทููŠุนู ุฃูŽู†ู’ ุฃูŽู…ู’ู†ูŽุนูŽ ู‚ูุทู’ุฑูŽุฉู‹ ู…ูู†ูŽ ุงู„ู…ูŽุทูŽุฑู ุฃูŽู†ู’ ุชูŽุฐููˆุจูŽ ูููŠ ุฌูŽุณูŽุฏููŠ.

ุฃูŽุฑู’ู‚ูุตู ู…ูŽุนูŽ ุฃูŽุดู’ุจูŽุงุญู ุงู„ู…ูŽุฑูŽุงููุฆู ูููŠ ู…ูŽุฎู’ุชูŽุจูŽุฑู ุงู„ู„ูŠู„ู ุงู„ุจูŽุญู’ุฑููŠู‘ูุŒ
ุฃูŽุฎู’ู„ูุทู ุงู„ู…ูู„ู’ุญูŽ ุจูุงู„ุธู‘ูŽู„ู’ู…ูŽุงุกู ูููŠ ู‚ูŽุงุฑููˆุฑูŽุฉูุŒ
ุฃูŽุจู’ุญูŽุซู ุนูŽู†ู’ ู…ูŽุนู’ู†ูŽู‰ "ุฃูŽู†ูŽุง" ุจูŽูŠู’ู†ูŽ ุงู†ู’ุญูุณูŽุงุฑู ูŠูŽุชูŽุณูŽุฑู‘ูŽุจู ู…ูู†ู’ ุฐูŽุงูƒูุฑูŽุชููŠ
ูˆูŽุตููˆุฑูŽุฉู ุทููููˆู„ููŠู‘ูŽุฉู ู…ูุบู’ุจูŽุดูŽุฉู ุชูŽุณู’ุจูŽุญู ุจูŽูŠู’ู†ูŽ ู‚ูŽู†ูŽุงุฏููŠู„ูŽ ู…ูุชูŽู„ุฃู„ูุฆูŽุฉู.
ุญูŽุชู‘ูŽู‰ ุงู„ุฎูŽุฑููŠุทูŽุฉู ุงู„ู‘ูŽุชููŠ ุฑูŽุณูŽู…ู’ุชูู‡ูŽุง ู„ูุฃูŽุนู’ู…ูŽุงู‚ููŠ ุชูŽุชูŽุญูŽูˆู‘ูŽู„ู ุฅูู„ูŽู‰ ุฅูุนู’ุตูŽุงุฑูุŒ
ูƒูู„ู‘ูŽู…ูŽุง ุฃูŽุดูŽุงุฑูŽุชู’ ูŠูŽุฏููŠ ุฅูู„ูŽู‰ ุงุชู‘ูุฌูŽุงู‡ูุŒ ู‡ูŽุชูŽูู’ุชู: "ู‡ูู†ูŽุง ุจูŽุฏูŽุฃู’ุชู... ุฃูŽูˆู’ ู‡ูู†ูŽุง ุณูŽุฃูŽู†ู’ุชูŽู‡ููŠ!"

ูŠูŽุณู’ุฎูŽุฑู ู…ูู†ู‘ููŠ ุงู„ุจูŽุญู’ุฑู ุจูุตูŽูˆู’ุชู ุนูŽู…ููŠู‚ูุŒ
ูŠูุฑู’ุณูู„ู ุฅูู„ูŽูŠู‘ูŽ ุฑูุณูŽุงู„ู‹ุง ู…ูŽูƒู’ุชููˆู…ู‹ุง ุจูู„ูุบูŽุฉู ุงู„ู„ู‘ูŽุขู„ูุฆู:
"ู…ูŽุชูŽู‰ ุณูŽุชูŽูู’ู‡ูŽู…ู ุฃูŽู†ู‘ูŽูƒูŽ ู„ูŽุณู’ุชูŽ ุณููˆูŽู‰ ุธูู„ู‘ู ู„ูุณูŽูููŠู†ูŽุฉู ู„ูŽู…ู’ ุชูุจู’ู†ูŽู‰ุŸ"
ุฃูุฌููŠุจู ุจูููู‚ู‘ูŽุงุนูŽุฉู ุชูŽุชูŽุฌูŽู…ู‘ูŽุฏู ูููŠ ุงู„ู‚ูŽุงุนู:
"ุฃูŽู†ูŽุง ู…ูŽู†ู’ ู†ูŽู‚ูŽุดูŽ ุงู„ุฃูŽุญู’ุฌููŠูŽุฉูŽ ู‚ูŽุจู’ู„ูŽ ุฃูŽู†ู’ ุชููˆู„ูŽุฏูŽ ุงู„ุญูู„ููˆู„ู!"

ุฃูŽูƒู’ุชูŽุดููู ุฃูŽู†ู‘ูŽู†ููŠ ุญูŽูŠู‘ูŒ ููŽู‚ูŽุทู’ ุญููŠู†ูŽ ุฃูŽุบููŠุจูุŒ
ูƒูู„ู‘ูŽู…ูŽุง ุงู‚ู’ุชูŽุฑูŽุจู’ุชู ู…ูู†ู’ ุณูุฑู‘ู ุงู„ุฃูŽุนู’ู…ูŽุงู‚ูุŒ ุชูŽุชูŽููŽุชู‘ูŽุญู ุฃูŽู„ู’ูู ุบูŽุงุจูŽุฉู ู…ูู†ูŽ ุงู„ุฃูŽุนู’ุดูŽุงุจู ุงู„ุจูŽุญู’ุฑููŠู‘ูŽุฉู.
ุฃูŽุณู’ู„ููƒู ุฏูŽุฑู’ุจู‹ุง ู…ูู†ู’ ุญูุทูŽุงู…ู ุงู„ู…ูŽุฑูŽุงูƒูุจูุŒ ููŽุฃูŽุตูู„ู ุฅูู„ูŽู‰ ุฒูŽู…ูŽู†ู
ูŠูŽุญู’ู…ูู„ู ู†ูŽูู’ุณูŽ ุงู„ุฌูู…ู’ู„ูŽุฉูŽ ุจูุนูŽูŠู’ู†ูŽูŠู’ู†ู ู…ูุบูŽูŠุฑู‘ูŽุชูŽูŠู’ู†ู:
"ู‡ูŽู„ู’ ุฃูŽู†ู’ุชูŽ ุงู„ุจูŽุญู‘ูŽุงุฑู ุฃูŽู…ู ุงู„ุนูŽุงุตูููŽุฉู ุฃูŽู…ู’ ููุณูŽูŠู’ููุณูŽุงุกูŒ ุชูุฒูŽูŠู‘ูู†ู ุฌูุฏูŽุงุฑูŽ ุงู„ู…ูŽุญููŠุทูุŸ"

ูููŠ ุขุฎูุฑู ุงู„ู…ูŽุทูŽุงูู...
ุฃูŽุฑู’ุชูŽุฏููŠ ุฌูู„ู’ุฏูŽ ุงู„ุจูŽุญู’ุฑู ูƒูŽุนูŽุจูŽุงุกูŽุฉู ุฑูŽุทู’ุจูŽุฉูุŒ
ุฃูŽุชู’ุฑููƒู ุฃูŽุณู’ุฆูู„ูŽุชููŠ ุชูŽุชูŽุฏูŽู„ู‘ูŽู‰ ูƒูŽุดูุจูŽุงูƒู ู…ูู…ูŽุฒู‘ูŽู‚ูŽุฉูุŒ
ูˆูŽุฃูŽุนูุฏู ู†ูŽูู’ุณููŠ ุจูุฃูŽู†ู‘ูŽ ุบูŽุฏู‹ุง ุณูŽุฃูŽู†ู’ุฒูุนู ูƒูู„ู‘ูŽ ุงู„ุฃูŽู‚ู’ู†ูŽุนุฉู ุงู„ู…ูŽุงู„ูุญูŽุฉู.
ูˆูŽู„ูŽูƒูู†ู’...
ู…ูŽู†ู’ ูŠูŽุณู’ุชูŽุทููŠุนู ู†ูŽุฒู’ุนูŽ ุฌูู„ู’ุฏูู‡ู ุงู„ู…ูŽุฑู‘ูŽุชูŽูŠู’ู†ูุŸ
 186ยฐ 
Iska
Unrelatedly,
Iโ€™ve lost my appetite.
โ€ขnot a cry for help. Just a thought that flit through my mind some months agoโ€ข
 184ยฐ 
Clay Micallef
When a black sheet has been
thrown over the moon
and a million lazy stars
have fallen from view
I hear the wind has
grown tired of traveling
I hear the sound of mandolins
crying in the mountains
I hear the rattle of
gypsy wheels
I hear the heavy hearts
of horses upon the
restless roads of
broken poetry ...
Clay.M
 178ยฐ 
nivek
written within DNA
word songsters

born
created

gifted

set on a journey.
 174ยฐ 
Persephone II
She cracked
Shattered that day
That day eons ago
Leaving a shadow
That grew roots
Roots that grew deep
Deeper
Within her blood
Blood and bones
Etching tattoos
and scars
That she did not
Did not know how to heal
 169ยฐ 
vienna bombardieri
As the last
petal
      falls
from the stem
of
    your beautiful heart,
I will
catch  
         it
then own  
in my hands,  

              the most
        tenderest
                       part  
of your
          ALL !
 166ยฐ 
Suhei
I remember you, a little girl I used to play
She smile and cry, make me mad all day
I remember you, I remember you

When We grow, I know I loved you
I think you know that too
I guess I am not you prince charming
But I can be your that sandle that fit with you..

Still talking nonsense, and still I have love you
You may forget me, but will always remember you.
I remember her
 155ยฐ 
inkedsolace
rage smells like smoldering embers,
rage looks like bloodstained fists,
rage sounds like elevated heartbeats,
rage feels like a tidal wave,
yet rage tastes like charred ashes,
because its twin causes upset,
her name, after allโ€ฆ is regret.
 148ยฐ 
JIGGYTHELASTBENDER
A gentle heart gotta pettle like daffidol,
A broken heart paint the words like million hills.
I'm so Dame far from the thrills I'm in Europe still . So I thank God.
He left them paused
He let them rob
He let them steal
Just to see what they were made of
It's not family til break up
The bread is taxed with old slugs
My room the only pay cut
I use to sit inside myself like ....
I wonder if wai-ted
For me to leave
And still I breath ...
And yet I dream
It's okay because one day you will re-read.
Now your in Europe with your own place not wondering what to eat
It hurts but I'm further then what they could believe
 146ยฐ 
Soul Unknown
There's an old boulder over the cliff,
a grave for wingless flight-wish birds
above the tiring sea and endless reef
As shallow as a neck snapped failure.
Sorry this one is so depressing. Its just the way I feel most days of late.
 141ยฐ 
Hlelolwenkosi
Him
In my world
Your absence is an offensive crime
As my heart is under arrest
And only your presence can bail me out
Just found out his absent at school
 138ยฐ 
atifaydinturanli
Days' work vanishing into
Hauntings of what could have been
The cold truth unfolding
Only then you begin realizing
A disappointment has set sail
unto the sea of your thoughts
 124ยฐ 
Rocky Abraham
Just our brief conversation

December 11, 2025, and beyondโ€”

Me: Why do you have to be the moon?
When you can be a star with your own light!

You: Sometimes, when the light is out, I feel okay just being the moon :).

Me: You are more beautiful than the moonโ€”if only everyone on Earth knew. Why? Because the moon shifts, but you stayโ€”always in sight.

You: I'm perfectly content if not everyone knew. I'm in sight for the loved ones, the ones dear to me.

Me: I've observed you a lot; I wish I could have understood you, even just once!

You: Just like the stars, they donโ€™t know whether theyโ€™re being watched. They are indeed hard to understand, for they are thousands of zillions of miles away from Earth... from where you are.

Defta, do you know?
You're scribbling on my heartโ€”with a love that leaves me struggling to keep up.

I have found Deogiftaโ€”Godโ€™s Gift.

Deogifta Graciani Lailossa๐ŸŒป.
Just our brief conversation
 105ยฐ 
Thomas Castle
your vase is not too much for the teacup in their hand.
 98ยฐ 
brooke
I only just realized
what joy can beโ€”
It is a small thing,
I think,

In the back office
at the bank,
If you leave the chair canted
towards the south window,
the sun will warm the small
blue seat around 11:45

It has always been
such an inconsequential thing to me
always out of reachโ€”

But itโ€™s there,
A quarter before noon
every day.
 89ยฐ 
jan oskar hansen
Peace in our time
What can we say our hope for peace in Ukraine was declared, we are no longer sure if this is possible, the right words were spoken until someone mentioned the value of rich soil that had costly minerals within, and the talk of suffering humanity talk a pause, greed had entered the frame
Sure, we need troops to guard our ill-gotten treasures, friendly troops do you mind if there is a thing like friendly weaponized troops guarding
Earth treasure
While our leaders try to change the narrative to
tell us it is not about right or wrong but it is about saving the world for our benefit
 83ยฐ 
Nishan Niraula
Dancing in the attic,
I hide from the Passerby,
Confronting their eyesโ€”
Traumatic.
Listen to the words I try to imply.

These beings mean no harm,
To me, they seem strange.
As they embezzle in my charm,
All I see them as, deranged.
This person sees people from above,
The attic is his habitat
 83ยฐ 
Mike Adam
Old battered hat
Skin of my skin

Over the years
We have become the same
 74ยฐ 
Seth H
The sun & the moon
greet each other now & then
The crows pick up dimes
on the prettiest days
oh,
what will you do,
when I look at you?
yes,
what will you think,
when I walk your way?

Will you love me
yes, will you love me
  like a flower on a grave?
Written a while back,
I have a number of these, so this is one of a series

Untitled, so the title is new
undated, so I don't remember the context
 74ยฐ 
aviisevil


For I want to be
kissed by the sun

not the candlelight

There isnโ€™t room
at this table
for the both of us

I want to sleep
deep in the forest

close my eyes
and not be alone

A bed for two
only lasts the night

I want to take my heart
hold it in my arms

and not give it back
this time

To laugh and sing
and dance

to let them know
itโ€™s just a silly little life

but itโ€™s mine


 74ยฐ 
Imarie
No longer fooled by sweet disguise,
She shields her soul from judging eyes.
For trust, once given, now denied,
Leaves only emptiness inside.
 68ยฐ 
Raven Star
I exist.

But i need to do things
I don't really like,
And i dream
Of a different life.

So, am i truly alive?
Meaning of life?
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