NF: Favorites

Aug 2015 NF

glassea

do not burn this city.

leave the people with
secondhand smoke
in their skins.

burn yourself
with all the hopes
they cannot have -
the hopes you
have stolen.

style? what style??
consistency? what consistency??

Aug 2015 NF

Catch her if you can

Aug 2015 NF

Kat

Catch her if you can

Isn’t physically quick or agile.

Disappears in libraries.

Has been known to dissolve into the physical pages of books.

Is good at tucking herself into the stacks and retreating to reading nooks.

Blends in at coffee shops where her voice can be drowned out by the grinding and the steaming.

Can become indistinguishable in the dark of theatres, in the quiet shuffle of art galleries, the finger-snapping of poetry readings, the hum and jostle of the Tube.

Is indistinct. Adept at hiding in plain sight.

#love #shy #fleeting #bookworm

Aug 2015 NF

Untitled

Aug 2015 NF

Solomon Sverdlovski

Untitled

No matter what happens
It's always life
And life is best lived
With eyes open

Aug 2015 NF

Adrift

Aug 2015 NF

ryn

Adrift

.
Adrift...
Time has no hold over these
currents that carry me.
Coursing over this seemingly
endless journey.
Caressed and nudged
by an invisible hand...
Perhaps my grave awaits below...
Where light is swallowed
and is too afraid to show.
The desolate demeanor
of the submerged tombless land.

Adrift...
Blind to what lays in store...
Oblivious to...
The faint whispers of a distant shore.
The mythical horizon is but a dream,
worthy only to the steadfast
and the resilient.
Not to those who'd fray at the seams.

Adrift...
Ripples amass and finally cresting.
Wake up... Waves are breaking.
The sand beckons bearing open arms
to home and sanctuary.
I glance back to
the calm of the watery plain.
My feet aren't ready to be received by
the grit and grain.
I'd like to linger here...
In the water, with the shore so near.
For I've longed and travelled far...
but
I'm still not yet ready...
.

#adrift #hellopoetry107 #journeyhome

Aug 2015 NF

Deficient

Aug 2015 NF

Colette Williams

Deficient

I've been living on...
Fake smiles,
False promises,
Long days,
Lonely nights,
Fairweather friends,
And strong stimulants.

Somehow I'm still hungry.

Aug 2015 NF

Emergency Room

Aug 2015 NF

John Byrd

Emergency Room

Sitting in the emergency room feeling used and abused.
I can't even wrap my head around it
Maybe that's why I'm in the emergency room.
But wraps won't help at the moment.
My mind isn't right so I continue to write until I get it right.
I can't.
It will never happen.
Flash backs to bad memories I want to forget.
I wish I could erase these feeling but life isn't a chalk board yet somehow it's still messy.
I'm better than this and that.
With the weight of the world on my back somehow I remain I'm tact.
Barely.
Falling apart as my tooth decays
Roting from the inside out
A shout is all I let out.

Aug 2015 NF

Homeless

Aug 2015 NF

Miranda Renea

Homeless

There's a homeless man,
Just by the first escalators
Down on the way to the metro.

I don't think I've seen
Just such a light in men's eyes
As when I told him "Good night!"

Like the light of a lover
Just before a kiss, huddled
In mock cold, hold her tight-

He is wrapped by a glove
Of lone nights, averted stares
As cold as dark as reality's plight.

Aug 2015 NF

2

Aug 2015 NF

Miranda Renea

2

If only time could stop;
The shadow would walk,
Balance along the lines
Of the pocket-watch clock.

Intricate rubies gleam;
The hollow socket's breath
And to see death
Braced by naked teeth.