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Mar 2018 strawberry fields

laura

(you do you, baby boo, i know moms
who rather write poetry and spend five
bucks on their kids’ mouths lolol)

always the act of forgetting the people
behind the screen, when you blame me
like mingling with lanceheaded dreams

delivering pointless blows spelling it
like im incomplete unless i bring all of
myself to the table alone

& the room’s clean, and the kitchen’s clean
the birds sing and the sunlight’s cold and bright
seems like everything’s where it’s supposed
to be when you’re not around

now what a paradox that is

People be like, just donate 5 bucks lel not that hard yo

sure thing captain

Mar 2018 strawberry fields

daemons

Mar 2018 strawberry fields

laura

daemons

girl full of demons
hospital bed of course
getting under my skin

psychedelics are her life
since she never had one to begin with
unique as a different colored bookmark
inside her Nietzsche book

breed. complacency. man. woman.
everything between
the ecstasy of snow in February
stuck with getting to know you

Feb 2018 strawberry fields

my poetry brings the worst boys to the yard

Feb 2018 strawberry fields

laura

my poetry brings the worst boys to the yard

vain fluff, temporary garbage
954 pieces of trash is too much
to pick up

let the most dazzling of sunlight
and cool shade get along in peace
let the blue fat flies settle on the miles
of back alleyways full of dumpsters

veiled threats from anonymous faces
who are apparently experts in poetry
let it all rot under a gibbous moon

do others here get trolls sending mean
messages and comments? or is it just me :(

Feb 2018 strawberry fields

comeback kid, The

Feb 2018 strawberry fields

laura

comeback kid, The

you run while i gasp and die
uphill as i try to be near you

let’s just scream it all out
make it ring out through the forest
like the trees need to hear our drama

the main battle of the year’s just started
offering the country most beautiful
but your girl’s just not into the drive
in the dark just playing catchup to you

Feb 2018 strawberry fields

afternoon perusal

Feb 2018 strawberry fields

欣快

afternoon perusal

I am forever lost among the boys riding bikes
under an orange sunset
On the concretes next to the spires
and the old shingled rolling roofs
to this sparsely populated plaza,
mid-afternoon of Winter
in another hour it'll be dark and rainy
we can taste it in the air
but now I am alone in abandon
singular light casts a singular shadow
because they are no longer with me
I think it's meant to be this way when we grow old~
At least that's how it's always been

Feb 2018 strawberry fields

Affronting Spark (Italian Sonnet)

Feb 2018 strawberry fields

Elizabeth Squires

Affronting Spark (Italian Sonnet)

fellows of the world poet writer's cohort
didst so receive a poseur's chiding note
the tenor of it, of know it all dote
many were not verily happy with his report
figures of speech and tone the main drift
to swallow them down became really hard
insolent he in rubbishing their yard
of one who owns not the poetic word's gift
few saw any credence to his provoking
they took exception and didst do a flip
none of what was opined hit the mark
as if he had felt like some fire stoking
this type of character we'll give a slip
how dare he light such an affronting spark

Feb 2018 strawberry fields

first kiss

Feb 2018 strawberry fields

laura

first kiss

feels like putting my hand
on something sharp kinda day
invincible temporary, of course
fight the system on a february dawn

where the lamp's lambent spheres
bob in and out of existence
as the sunshine overcomes their presence

first kiss with you, like hands
dancing in the fires
trying to stay warm in the winter light
an ogre of a dream, a curse to be this shadow

compared to the glow of an angel like you