Nylee

May 2023

Lori Jones McCaffery

PURPOSE

I have no purpose any more.
I’m a painter who’s gone blind
And a singer who’s gone deaf.
There is no call for what I sell.

I still daub colors on a board
To smell the Linseed Oil again
I hear the music in my head
And mouth the words in silence.

There is no surgery or cure,
What’s gone is lost forever.
And I must find a way to live
In silent darkness, if I can.
ljm

Another of those dreary tomes I wrote when I was depressed. I'm better now.

May 2023

Krista Delle Femine

Corn flakes

The masses love corny
And I’m full of flakes
So I’ll keep on pouring
Until someone takes

May 2023

mads

To jump or not to jump

Everyone uses me as a diving platform,
To plunge into their own happiness.
But I still have stage fright.
I’m still scared of drowning…
Of trying.
Shuffle my feet to the edge…
And I jump backwards.
My biggest regret
Is the plunge I won’t take.
Because what if the pool is empty?

May 2023

Luca C

Poetry

Thats the thing about poetry,
you think im talking about a
broken heart,
when really,
Im talking about a broken
world.

Words can hide things

#words #world #broken #poetry

Apr 2023

Emily

Loved what?

My bones are aching with sadness
It feels impossible to leave my bed

My eyes are swollen shut
From all the tears I have shed.
I keep replaying our memories,
Over and over in my head.

My hands can no longer write,
From all the paragraphs of me begging you.
My heart has sunk too deep,
Due to what you put me through.

I wonder if you feel this type of agony.
At times I wished you did
So that you could understand me.
But deep down I know it is not true,
For you have already replaced me
With somebody new....

Canned oats.