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 Dec 2014 Ria
curlygirl
Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly;  who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
 Dec 2014 Ria
Pdub
Gone (10w)
 Dec 2014 Ria
Pdub
I will always love you,
Even though we cannot be
Letting love come and go is easier said, than done.
 Dec 2014 Ria
Pablo Picasso
graffiti
 Dec 2014 Ria
Pablo Picasso
heartbreak
parallel to eye
without razor

sobbing

wet leaves
pressed in
a book
will not
dry

next

tears
do not
outlive
themselves

discovery

for another
generation

still

when in doubt
quote rimbaud
no verbs
no more

choosing the vowel “o”

that
i’m not
going to
remember
again
 Dec 2014 Ria
Thenay Cora
Love
 Dec 2014 Ria
Thenay Cora
Loving her
was like
  kneeling
in front of
a stone
and praying
for it
to come
to life.
 Dec 2014 Ria
Jedd Ong
Today
 Dec 2014 Ria
Jedd Ong
has died

And tomorrow brings
Forth a helping
Of ham sandwiches
And chorizo rice,

And a cold glass of milk,
And vitamin pills,
And sleepy morning sunlight
Clinging to baby eyelids.

The world unraveling,
Yarn by yarn to reveal
A cracked expanse:

Dingy suburbs alternating
With shiny metal subways,
Flimsy straw huts,
And highways,

Schoolbooks once mandatory
Depicting every one of them.

The bell rings and
Suddenly footsteps seem
To linger if but for a second,
Encasing its victims
In a universe where time stops—
Stood—still

Still enough to wrinkle,
And feel the soft nudging

Of naked wrist against
Wrist-watched wrists,

Breakfast crumbs against
Crumpled lips,

Rotting umbrellas against
Sweating hips,

Oxen straining against
Grass-strewn rifts,

Coal dust against
Swollen lids—

So tolls the bell
And ends
 Dec 2014 Ria
Hank Van Well Jr
There wasn't a dream,
until she made it one,
I never knew love,
until I dreamed
❤️
 Dec 2014 Ria
Kaveri Goel
Each independent thought of care
Brings with it a part of freedom.

Each series of caring thoughts
Brings with it either of the two,
   A series of thoughts which in return            
   bring freedom and so is repeated.
  
   Or too much freedom which doesn't        
   allow you to care. Nary for yourself     
   nor others.
Just putting some thought into it.
 Dec 2014 Ria
sharyn
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 Dec 2014 Ria
sharyn
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Gratification rooted in nobodies
walked out
while gentleness for the self
walked in.
The counting stopped, no longer blocked, passion
unlocked.

*—S.C., October 20, 2014
 Dec 2014 Ria
ZL
Missing Milk Carton
 Dec 2014 Ria
ZL
My heart was so vain
it fell for beauty despite disdaine
it fell for faces, it needed no names.

My heart was so ill
addicted to pleasures
lust was its favorite feel.

My heart is now in danger
last seen with
dark pretty strangers.
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