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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.
In the quiet of the night, she lingered, savoring a slow drag from her cigarette.
After all, this was the sole indulgence she allowed herself from time to time.
As she observed the smoke swirling gracefully before her,
she sensed a calmness enveloping her.
Gradually, her spirit was rising, and she understood the importance of not hurrying its journey.
She was not just okay.
She was more than okay,
she was truly alive.

-Rhia Clay
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
Boma Jul 1
You were never just a person
Never just a face in the crowd
Every hug meant something more
Every kiss on the cheek I wish reached my lips
But it never did
Nat Lipstadt Jun 8
As HL Mencken put it,
“The urge to save humanity is almost always only a false-face for the urge to rule it.”

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You can drop that History course now
I am a quiet, silent man,
Dwelling deep within myself.
What I long to say aloud,
I pour into a letter’s shell.

She, playful, fleeting like the breeze,
All that I express in words,
She replied with a single image,
And spoke with her eyes unheard.

How beautiful those nights once were,
What magic lived in those old days!
Today again, my heart desires
To send you a letter… always.

But this time, through an artist's hand,
This letter shall reach your grace.
Some words of the heart remain unsaid,
That only colors can embrace.

To the painter I make one humble plea
When you read my letter’s line,
Sketch her soul upon the page,
And let her truest face shine.

Let us see
If my words still hold the weight
Of truth, of ache, of silent grace.
And if she, when the artist paints,
Still wears that same beloved face...
Or was it all just well-performed
a role she played through posed displays?
Some actors do receive lifetime achievement awards, others just leave behind unforgettable roles in someone’s memory.
Take me somewhere slow and easy.
Take me somewhere where the pain can’t be felt through the waves as they crash against the shore.
Take me somewhere where the skies are so blue that their brilliant hues can bind the hurt.
Take me somewhere where the pressure of life doesn’t consume me, as the music lulls and keeps anxiety at bay.
Take me somewhere where I’m not expected to bind my joy to pay the people’s currency.
Take me to a place where life is gentler, where the wind caresses my face and the sun warms my days.
Please take me away from here.
I’ll find my peace on the horizon, out on the open highway.
It’ll find me as the moon lays its song on me, soft lullabies for a weary heart.
And I’ll be okay, I promise, once I leave this place.
I’ll leave the pain and all the damage here.
I’ll lay it down for good, all that this town has put me through.
All the tears and tired souls with plastic hearts and stone faces.
Take me somewhere where the air is crisp and clean, and I’ll breathe easier as I lean into the breeze.
Take me somewhere slow and easy.
Anywhere but here…

-Rhia Clay
Lizzie Bevis May 25
Shoulders back,
chin up high,
I'm trying to look normal,
but this ID tells a lie,
and it is making me look
like a criminal.

This photo is ideal
with a serial number
on a mugger's profile,
on a database all alone.
My identity is distilled to this:
a stranger with a face of stone.

The camera captured everything
except my personality,
my smile, my kind eyes
and what makes me, me.
As my face became a moment,
falsified for bureaucracy.

©️Lizzie Bevis
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