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Moe Sep 16
the coffee’s burnt again  
and the cat’s staring like it knows  
I haven’t cried in six years  
but I’ve been leaking in other ways
through the fridge light,  
through the cracks in the drywall,  
through the way I say “fine”  
when I mean “I’m rotting.”

the mailman dropped another envelope  
with no name, just a whisper  
and I thought maybe it was time  
to bury the version of me  
that still believed in clean slates  
and women who don’t flinch  
when you say you write poems.

I’m overdue for a funeral  
but nobody wants to dig  
unless there’s a paycheck  
or a priest involved  
and I don’t believe in either.

the barstool still remembers my spine  
and the bartender’s got a face  
like a broken clock
always stuck at 2:17 a.m.  
when the jukebox plays Sinatra  
and the drunks pretend  
they’re philosophers.

I tried to write an obituary  
for the part of me that used to care  
but the pen ran out  
and the paper laughed.

so I lit a cigarette  
and gave the ashes a name.
neth jones Sep 16
caught by surprise... flash !
your face   bleached by the camera
you look like your trying to halt          
                           some base emotion                      
something ticking fiercely                          
               behind that beached expression
a hesitant question molesting                        
           something you couldn't take back
once uttered

if uttered   a destructive spell ?                 
             would it turn us away from you
in revulsion ? would we feel                       
                   too deceived by this mystery
to maintain friendship ?                                
                           maybe we’d astound you
and bond with support and                        
                       understanding ? or maybe
behind it all you hide                                  
              simple disgust for the lot of us ?

 perhaps          i'm being silly                         
          and   you simply chose
                  a poor photo ?
aug 2025
greatsloth Aug 27
On the corner of your pages
I'll leave not my name
Nor my wretched face,
But a word of thanks

You let me read your stories
Shared to me your worries;
I somehow became part
Of your wonderful art

I would be greatly honored
If you saw my crooked words
And remember those times
That once our pages aligned—

Where laughters are easy to find
So did our cries and whines.
Are we conducting a robot?
To write off our life slosh,
As we detach to explore...

Are you scared of the person behind you in dream décor?
The sweetness of them, supple, sincere and secure, I won’t turn from them anymore...

I want a space that suits my body, and a body that shapes my suit.
Drooping with these screens, we could be using our screen eyes and bodies...
But we’re biting on borrowed time. Focus on my face and timeline...

When we fully take over, they won’t stop these ache-numb, religious-atheist, vicious silverfish, who don’t think but spin beauty... Spill blood and **** feeling, chase silent moments...

If we lose our memory-doubt-history cycle, get lost and find ourselves in the deeper summer night cycle...

We are with the second sight phoenix heads, playing gold scores piercingly, growing as swimmer-dancers in wonder of the pieces of wild peace, new-vital...
Jack Jul 20
Sweet her face, the eyes so warm,
Looks upon my tearing heart.
Tugging stomach, aching swarm,
Makes what's sweet so sour, ****.

I want to hear her voice admit
Love and longing once again,
Let those words flow through my ears
Down to stomach, chest, and ribs.

God was I a fool before,
Crying, an attention *****.
Now my sad, sore body aches
While my core my sorrow rakes.
Joel K Jul 19
Down                                      Down
 To our feet; we wear the same clothes.
Left.
Right
We are not puppets—
Neither of us a clone.
Born with mask’s on our face—
able to communicate a story.
A Joker—the both of us.
One or the either.
Buttoned together so tell us apart.
    Up.                                 Up.
Read the lines, up to down.
This is just solely experimental so it is meant to be short and playful. The “Up” and “Down” is meant to persuade the reader into re-reading the poem again.
These twins are Jokers lol.
You were EXPOSED,
You were caught OFF GUARD,
PEOPLE CAN SEE YOU,
and know EXACTLY
WHO YOU ARE,
your COVER IS BLOWN,
the SECRETS of THE UNKNOWN,
The SUSPICIONS, and ALLEGATIONS
of DISCOVERIES are SHOWN,
because
of THE EXPOSURE,
you are seeking DISCLOSURE,
the world is so COLDER,
people are getting so BOLDER,
The lies that you FACE
are such a DISGRACE
The people of the WORLD
are the critics you FACE
UP In your own world
in your own private zone,
JUST YOU BY YOURSELF
JUST YOU ALL ALONE
Is where you were
DISCOVERED
YOU JUST BEEN
EXPOSED!!!


B.R.
Date: 7/16/2025
Constantine Jul 14
Tell me your biggest fears.
I can’t fix them anyway.
Sleep with the lights on,
break the mirror.

Don’t be afraid.
Scars — they don’t fade,
but somehow,
you always look the same.

Tell me to leave,
then pull me back in.

I won’t look back.
Don’t ask me again.
I don’t fetch.
I won’t chase.
Tell me to clean up —
don’t ask me to change.

Haunted by ghosts —
maybe they’ll leave.
The demons ring,
answer the door.
Still cutting up
the line that we walk.

And when you break,
down on the ground,
I’ll stay barefoot
on the cold, messy ground.
Waiting for you.
I’ll pick up the rest.

Leave it right there.
Don’t beg for it back.
Looking for cover
under this glass.

Don’t say it’s alright

when you smile like that.

yeah, I break

just seeing your face.
Ellie Jul 3
A short captivating phrase
My eyebrows took a raise
Eardrums starts to race
A sudden look on your face

What happened?
Reacted, all of a sudden
Silence breaks
The heart hates
A silent heart
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