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  Mar 2020 Mark Toney
Krissi Micha Dees
Anger is a virus
A virus that once unleashed can’t be stopped
A virus that spreads
A virus that needs not even air to thrive
It thrives off of you
Draining you from your hope
It can’t be placed in quarantine
Even if you force it down beneath the surface
So you don’t have to hurt anyone
Especially someone you love
Even if it’s not their fault
So it  gets pushed down further, and further
until one day a trigger will be pushed
You try to become sad instead of angry
But one day you realize anger feeds upon itself
Sadness triggers it
You can’t escape
So you become distant from the ones you love
So you don’t hurt them
But you’re only postponing the inevitable
This goes out to every time you feel, that your angry.
  Mar 2020 Mark Toney
Krissi Micha Dees
A lonely girl,
With vacant stares,
Screaming in silence,
But no one cares;
Her pain goes unnoticed,
No one can tell,
She smiles like an Angel,
But is living through hell;
Her eyes brim with madness,
She cuts her own skin,
Her sad little smile,
Fades and grows thin;
Scars on her body
Scars on her soul
This hateful world
Has taken its toll
This poem is about all the girls, who you feel are perfect. Who you feel are never sad, or broken
Mark Toney Mar 2020
curious humans
nations working together—
toilet paper wars



© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
3/24/2020 - Poetry form: Senryu - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
  Mar 2020 Mark Toney
Traci Sims
A poet is,
before anything else,
a sage who knows nothing
and knows
he or she knows nothing.

Stravinsky once said
Music is powerless to express anything.
Poetry expresses
that powerlessness, too.

All Art,
or at least,
that which intoxicates you,
is like that.

It's all optional, so it's all negotiable.

That is where
true wisdom
and poetry
reside.

(Walter Tomaszewski; Tuesday, 27 June 2017)
Walter is a friend of mine. He is obsessed with all things Tardis.
Mark Toney Mar 2020
Sun scorching, sweltering, sizzling beach

My hardened soles resist the heat

Sunglasses shielding my eyes

White cotton ball clouds glide

Along deep blue skies

But I’m blue too

Intensely

Missing

You



© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
12/12/2019 - Poetry form: Nonet - A nonet is a type of poem which has nine lines. The nonet poetic arrangement comprises of an unusual format, where the first line is made up of nine syllables, the second eight, the third seven and continues, until the final one (9th line) which features only one syllable. -  © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Mark Toney Mar 2020
jurisprudence -at the confluence of affluence and influence



© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
6/2/2019 - Poetry form: Monoku - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Mark Toney Mar 2020
it's the end of the world as we know it - time I had some time alone



© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
11/9/2019 - Poetry form: Monoku - While this is truly a Monoku/Lyricku - This is the second instance of me using a lyric line from a well known song for my Monoku.  So I am designating this particular form of Monoku as a Lyricku - a type of Monoku that is made up of a single horizontal line consisting of seventeen syllables or less, in addition to being a lyric line from a well known song. - Lyric credit: Songwriters: John Michael Stipe - Michael E. Mills - Peter Lawrence Buck - William Thomas Berry - It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) © Universal Music Publishing Group - © 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
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