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Philomena Feb 2020
The weak breeze whispers nothing
The water screams sublime
His feet shift, teeter-totter
Deep breath, stand back, it’s time

Toes untouch the overpass
Soon he’s water bound
Eyes locked shut but peek to see
The view from halfway down

A little wind, a summer sun
A river rich and regal
A flood of fond endorphins
Brings a calm that knows no equal

You’re flying now
You see things much more clear than from the ground
It’s all okay, it would be
Were you not now halfway down

Thrash to break from gravity
What now could slow the drop
All I’d give for toes to touch
The safety back at top

But this is it, the deed is done
Silence drowns the sound
Before I leaped I should’ve seen
The view from halfway down

I really should’ve thought about
The view from halfway down
I wish I could’ve known about
The view from halfway down
From Bojack Horseman
Poetic T Feb 2020
You said you were the blunt,
smoking others like
                              they smoke,
  But you never inhaled back.

All smoke and now
                                 blunt rhymes.

You all gesture, hanging out with
your boys always behind
                       never up front.  
                    

Missing in the pictures, short ****
                              behind the trees.  

I'll exhale in your face choking you
out on reality that your lost in the
                                                smoke.

No one will ever be above you,
as your always looked down upon.
     Short **** blunt rhymed hack.

lets be blunt, not the smog,  but the facts.
                       that I'll alway smoke you...
Bhill Jan 2020
Deep down in my soul
I know
Bring back my eyes

Take away the fear
Let me have that last joke
Let me know that it still exists

Does it
Does it exist
Please, deep down I know
Don't I

Brian Hill - 2020 # 29
Garrett Johnson Jan 2020
I die each time.

Rug floor.
Her Eyes.
Cosmic.
But homemade.
Satin.
& lived in.
I heard the sound.
Whispered.
Sent for.
Invitations.
For the heads.
& Sick.
With grief from the lips.



Garrett Johnson.
Always you.
Ithaca Jan 2020
We try to be amicable
When we know we are selfish
We lie to seem admirable
But there’s no one we cherish
Emillee Goodwin Jan 2020
I am down and out.

I stay in my safe place.

I try to convince myself I’m not hiding

In fact I hide because I’m afraid

Afraid of things I’ll do if I go out.

I’m so strong but right now I’m nothing.

I feel like the world is suffocating me

No one understands, they can’t cope

When I am not myself.

I carry everything I smile I talk.

When I don’t people flee they disappear

Where are my people, I need you

I’m trying but I feel tied down.

Everything hurts everything doesn’t make sense.

I can’t be strong all the time.

I am not. I feel down and I feel like escaping.
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