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lilac Nov 9
these songs i wrote,
the chorus intertwined with thoughts of you,
you sing along without a clue.

My hands ****** deep into my pockets, searching for reconciliation; every rummage a sacred act.
I’m reaching for emotional growth; but just pulling out splinters, plectrums and bits of fluff.
The keys have to be in here somewhere.
more love stuff
Piyush Sharma Oct 11
We're here face to face
Not lying but I can't see you
You're here standing next to me
Not lying but still I feel helpless
You couldn't help me...
Neither could I.
Still we pretend to smile
And hope to be in the need..
there's no advance
to this thing
i'm writing

i've heard tons on
tons of the palisades
and i've never lived
west of the
missouri and
where are the palisades
define it
a minimal

comprehension or-
some other thing-
of the perception
of how people

would go a far long
ways in the palisades
somewhere in
flor'da                              or
god i wish i'd known
the weight-per-
pound a baton
centered on a
human forehead

but you had

i hadn't
Poetoftheway May 29
Clueless, Restless, but then the Moon Speaks!

can you see clouds at night, askes the moon,
my train, my assemblage of word worshippers,
who ask me by the thousand for clearer answers,
“one if by day, two if by night” is my evere’d reply,
bereft of confidences, steps unsteadied, full of distemper,
shaky uncertain, so answer all, once more, but only with
difficulty am I understood, for the simplicity so so great!

the moon comes to you nightly, never! never are you ignored,
your lost alone words always well heard, we are two together,
we are all
two, if by night, my lune bright, ours, your answer!

Together Nightly, Are We Not Poets of the Way?
Connor Jones May 20
A life.
A fish.
Swimming through the sea.
Away from the great whites in their life.
Rustic lobsters hiding among the reefs,
from what else calls the ocean home.
5% we see explored.
5% they see invaded.
100% of sea life watching and laughing.
we think we know, but really we have no clue what lies beneath.
Boats like airplanes as they graze the roof of their house.
Starring up at our cluelessness.
I sit staring into the wind
With an empty mind
Clueless of what to think
Aimless of what to do .

This feeling troubles me
It vexes me .
I can't find the balance .

Can I do them together
Or do I have to choose
This can't be forever
Hell! What have I got to lose

The question isn't either this or that
The question, is can you bring them both under the same hat .

As I write this, I think I can
Well I have got to ,
For I am a man
Do I have to choose between my studies and poetry . I hope I find the right balance .
Shadow Dec 2019
In all honesty
I have no idea
What to write about
I'm feeling apathetic today
Siren Nov 2019
I can't stand
They took away
the ground
I was
standing on.
                                 What am I
                                  supposed to
                                  rest on?
Nina Jul 2019
You don't know how i feel
Because you've never seen yourself
The way i see you
You never knew how much i truly love you
So of course you won't know how much i love you
When you've never loved someone
As i as i loved you.
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