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 Nov 2019 roumen
Ray Dunn
11:10 pm
 Nov 2019 roumen
Ray Dunn
your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone
idk something that just popped into my head
 Nov 2019 roumen
Cora
morning after
 Nov 2019 roumen
Cora
i want to talk about you
to everyone i know
i want to shut my mouth
and keep you to myself
my heart flares up
explodes with thoughts of you
and i can't catch the words
and i can't catch my breath
 Nov 2019 roumen
Faizel Farzee
Pie.
 Nov 2019 roumen
Faizel Farzee
Looking, at life through fickle eyes.
Questioning, everything.

Life! Happens, as a daily occurrence.
This, as true as a sunrise aver constant.
We soldier on daily in the ever-expanding universe.
Yet our true nature, Oh! Our true nature, is to find a single constant.
The universe expands daily, daily!
Yet, we look for the most simplistic solution.
The most mundane of mundane existences.
Staying constant, God! The boredom one must feel to be so drab.
So, like that of the true design, of wars past lost or won.
We are now being willingly controlled.
I false freedom if you must,  equivalent! to that of a caged bird.
Ooooh! The injustice, and looking at the world as it passes by, pointing at our sqaured little lives, mesmerizing us with images of splendor, escalating false feelings of happiness, all that we may stay content.
Within the boundaries of these restrictive, fences surrounding this so called freedom.

Alas! This! I fear is our fate,
We cannot change this, as it set in time,
Each fault, flaw and historical injustice, brought upon this world by greeds, greedy greed for power.

We, .... give in, we march on like good little soldiers, looking for their slice of what's left of the pie.
Snippet. Of my mind.
 Nov 2019 roumen
Bogdan Dragos
She told me that women like
men with grizzled,
*******
faces, men with scars
men with eyepatches
men with very unkempt beards
Mouths that snarl
when it’s time to smile
Eyes that are like eggs buried in
a nest of wrinkles
Noses that are never straight
And the jaw,
oh the jaw has to be big
square
like a drawer
A man’s face must have a chin
that can take sledgehammers

that’s why the luckiest woman
in the world
was Belle
from The Beauty and The Beast.
That was a real man, The Beast.
although the story is a tragic one
because in the
end he turns
into a charming prince
with smooth face and polished
features.

“What a *******,” she said. “If only
he stayed a beast…”

Meanwhile I think about
myself
the most grizzly feature about
my face is the mad
eyestrain I developed
because of my job, after staring
at monitors in a dark room for
all those years and then coming home
to stare at another monitor.
it is now impossible for me to get
outside and keep my eyes
open like a normal person. I die if I
don’t strain them as hard as I
can. Sunglasses don’t even help.
and there’s also the dark
circles below my eyes
they’re not even purple as I’ve seen
in other people

“They have the texture of the
skin around the *******,” she said,
laughing.

She was right.

She was also right when she pointed
out that if you can’t grow
a beard by the time you’re
twenty you’ll never grow a proper
beard.

“****,” I said. “Guess I’ll never
be a beast.”

“It’s never too late to get your
face ****** up
though,” she said. “You
just need
to hang around
the right people.”

“Such as your dad?” I said.

“Oh, *******,” she said,
dragging the blanket
over her *******.
 Nov 2019 roumen
Lexie
Dreamer
 Nov 2019 roumen
Lexie
Never thought I'd be the one
With my feet on the ground
Can't lie about the view though
I love watching you
With your head in the clouds
 Nov 2019 roumen
Kafka Joint
People are strange,
You are not,
Live with it.
 Nov 2019 roumen
Vic
Note 242:
 Nov 2019 roumen
Vic
One
Day
More
A poem every day.
12-11-19
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