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Maria Etre Mar 2018
It doesn't
have to
make sense
to make sense
William A Poppen Mar 2018
Walking on a river’s bank
Looking inward
I pause with fear

Turning over rocks
May not
Soothe my heart

There may be mysteries and
Fears waiting
Amid joyous realizations
Waiting in the warmth
Of the ground

Sensing what is about me
Intaking all that is
Allowed to transform
Like I’m pumping
an accordion’s bellows

Breathing in and out while
Each of my senses
Alerts me to what
Surrounds me

I want to feel those things
That are pieces of me  
But do not define me
Maria Etre Mar 2018
I (in) fell
and melted
under pressure

                                             I fell (out)
                                                                ­and was reborn
                  then I stumbled
                                                        ­     on a pebble
                                  and fell
                                                in
                                                           again
Colm Mar 2018
Love her like your ideal love
Like the dream of how she’ll love you
But an ideal is not an excuse for this
You must explain what love means to you
This is How
Colm Mar 2018
A man
Falls always from his pen again
And rolls a thought into a distant hand

As stories
Ever meant to pass
Are passed by
With the hope of hopes

That in someone else's world
His words will last
Another on from the depths of unoublished drafts. (;
just please
would you
****
my
lips
till they bruise


that's no way
to
just
please
?




...
..
.
lips were
...
..
.
LS Mar 2018
i told myself
that i'd never
do it again
yet here i am
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