MA Montgomery Dec 2017

the girls
that read
Cosmo
like the
Bible are
the ones
who end
up with
NG tubes
shoved up
their noses

Machel Yvan Oct 2017

You made me feel everything 'til it's gone
Now I'm left alone undone.

You had my heart captured and broken
Then it turned out I was just one of your many tokens.

Lure Pot Oct 2017

I am only one, just alone
I have no family, no one
I have no work, no house
I have no kids, no spouse
I have had everything but all are gone!

I am only one and just alone
I have no friends, not even one
I have no skies, no lands
I have no help, no hands
I have had everything but all are gone!

I am only one and just alone
I have no relatives, no one
I have no hopes, no dreams
I have no ocean, no breams
I have had everything but all are gone!

I am only one and just alone
I have no companies, not even one
I have no place, no address
I have no peace, no happiness
I have had everything but all are gone!

I am only one and just alone
I have no neighbors, not even one
I have no goals, no desires
I have no food, no dress
I have had everything but all are gone!

I am only one, just alone
I have no helpers, not even one
I have no powers, no ideas
I have no voices, no eyes
I have had everything but all are gone!

I am only one, just alone
I have no supporters, not even one
I have no health, no frontage
I have no field, no stage
I have had everything but all are gone!

I am only one, just alone
I have no partners, not even one
I have no sun, no morning
I have no moon, no lighting
I have had everything but all are gone!

I have had everything but all are gone!
Where is my wealth, where is my house
Where are my children, where is my spouse
Where is my love, where is my regime
Nothing is left without retirement home!
Everything I need to close, I evoke everyone!

Anna Grace Sep 2017

no one can sleep on a broken heart,
the pieces will pop your lungs
and flood your chest with regret.
no one stays up just to watch the stars,
they stay up to find themselves in the sky
(self centered bastards, every one).
maybe i’m just too good at being bad,
But good is hard to find and far away
bad at love and here to stay.

formless
rey Jul 2017

i was sitting in the living room
with my cat, mindlessly watching tv

when a bird crashed into my window
at first i didn’t know what the sound was
until i walked over and saw a small bird
bleeding from its beak, struggling to breathe

i panicked, and started to cry
i didn’t want it to die
but i didn’t know if i could save it

in a minute, i searched online
through a few pages what to do
if it was possible
how to hold it
where to put it

i kept crying

i grabbed a few cloths from a drawer
a large stove pot

i went outside
the bird opening and closing his beak
struggling to breathe
or trying to call for help
without any sound

i grabbed him from his sides
and put him into the large pot
full of cloth
i made sure he was still upright
still responsive

i kept crying
but i told him he’d be alright

other birds in the trees cried out

i went inside
to grab another cloth
but when i returned he had rolled around
onto his back
and died

i pet the soft fur on his breast
felt it go cold

i started sobbing uncontrollably

my brother came home
found me kneeled overe, in tears
he yelled “it’s just a bird! throw it away!”
“what an idiot.”

i couldn’t stop crying

my mother came home
said “oh poor thing” to me
and to the bird

with an ice cream scoop
i dug at the dirt in the yard
wide enough, deep enough
for my little bird

i buried it amongst colorful leaves
encircled it with pebbles
and said a prayer

then i went upstairs
and cried myself to sleep

Brenda Mukisa Jul 2017

She sat in the car staring at him
Waiting for him to drive in.
She wasn't expecting anything.
She hadn't even imagined her first visit.
She just stood there watching.
Letting the idea settle in.

When he opened the door and let her in.
She could not believe her eyes.
It was a beautiful house.
Empty beautiful house.
He said it was her home.
That she could make it a home.
She felt like it was her kind of home.

She could already see herself there.
Waking up each morning to the quiet.
To the peace and comfort of the country.
To the beautiful house and compound.
Her friends and family would visit here.

He showed her the children's bedrooms.
She could already hear them call.
Or cry but mainly laugh.
She could see her touch all over.
It was a home she could be proud of.

A home of her own.

If two beat in my chest,
I will give even that one to her,
For her passion of breaking my heart.

My HP Poem #1560
©Atul Kaushal

Unicorn sprinkles,
Daffodils jam,
A little star's twinkle
And some dragon ham.

Some emerald clovers,
A pint of fairy dust,
A handful of stover
And some canned gust.

Teardrops of a Selkie,
Well shaken, not stirred,
The horseshoe of a kelpie,
Late Iron Age sherds.

Some fizzy witchcraft,
One bottle or two,
And maybe a draught
Of love potion too.

Someone challenged me to add my shopping list in here and to have it called a poem. I think they had no idea what they were asking of me, so... here is my shopping list. Enjoy!
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