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Isak Planke May 2017

Box

Do you live here?
Are you safe?

How do you feel?
       Happy?
No?
       Sad?
       Satisfied maybe?

Now, what makes you different from him?
How do you identify your self?

Ok, what do you see?
A box?
Good
Now look inside
What is inside your box?

Why don't we take a walk
You can't?
Why?
Are you stuck?
Are you afraid?

What is holding you back?
The walls?
Ok, who built these walls?
Why did you do that?

How did this make you feel?
What is the purpose of this poem?
I really want to know

#box #stuck #why #what #how #you

Kerstin Apr 2017

certain similarities

i am nothing
personality functionality deficit
and i attract
people with certain similarities
people who have embraced solidarity
will you hide with me?
brought forward an onslaught of emotions
my love
you’re running bargaining
i end up alone
with false hopes
to an end of my own personal
apocalypse
as i write in this
mindset
brought on by
a year of internal struggling
and endless working
my mind wanders
as insomnia sets in
will I be alone?
will I die today?
a dose of the unrequited effort
my mind wanders
what if my world would go black
would that be my win?
ramble ramble ramble
this existential poem
would it be ironic to like it?
ramblings of death
the end and personal pain
if one truly hates the pain
and yet loves the idea
of the darkness
are you afraid to die?
alcohol i bid thee a fair burning welcome
how long will you stay
enough to to see my lack of coherent sentence structure
or enough to see i am a flawed creation
going on and on about existential problems
for i shall exist regardless of my best intentions
as the wheel continues to roll on despite the moss covering this rain slicked track
i am done
all alone
But I don't want to be

Wordsinalign Apr 2017

Can’t fly with wings of gold

In the crowds of colourful birds that sat in the tallest trees, every one of them prettier than the rest across seven seas. Metaphors and similes of their beauty, made the cracks on the pavement lay at ease.

One of them remained low because you can’t fly with wings made of gold in the garden of wild unruly souls. Like the bird whose wing is broken, you are the one that couldn’t follow the motion. You can’t fly like the others or blend with their feathers.

She sat in the roar of society, keeping to herself invisible to the quietly.
A part of her died accepting that she can’t fly,
that she liked it down here and being different.
But at times she just wondered why,
what is it about her that made her insignificant that she had to lie.
Broken wings cannot fly though I’ve seen more brokenness fill the skies.

With an aroma of anticipation and she waited there for her signal, the other birds strutted their formation and blamed her for her lack of imagination.

“Go ahead feathered soul”, he said. His feather shimmering gold, she lived in denial that this new stranger fell in love with her aura of survival.

#bird #denial #do #we #know #how #to #love #fly #free #gold #idea #of #intense #society #wings

Arlene Corwin Apr 2017

I'm Lucky

I’m Lucky

I’m lucky.
I don’t have to earn my living as a poet.
But I have to write it.

No reward to energize,
No prize,
No monetary chance for status,
Fame the same;
A nano-chance to spread my name.
And yet, and yet,
Out of the air
Ideas occur.
And while I sit or lie or stand
Wholly unplanned,
Forced, driven
Structure, meter as yet hidden -
To seek pad and pen
With no predicting what and when
Will come to mind,
Inside the thing,
Inside the process of the writing.

It is as if some muse takes over
Former Arlene Faith Nover,
Improvising from said air
Ideas she never knew were there.
What could be luckier?
Silly couplets sometimes deep,
Forms arriving from the beep of spontaneity.
How lucky can one be!

I’m Lucky 4.12.2017
Our Times, Our Culture II; Revelations Big&Small; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II; Pure Nakedness;
Arlene Corwin

How lucky can one be!

#how #lucky #can #one #be

Colm Apr 2017

How To Find Poems

The best verses are not torn from the heart
Or ripped from the head
But are pulled from your mouth, endlessly, like a piece of string
Flowing from between your lips
Until all that needs to be said and done
Is out there, in the world
And it exists

Simple enough.... NOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#how #to #find #poems #write #speak #poetry #verse #rhyme #sean #scribbles #truth #chest #head #heart #source

Zero Nine Mar 2017

Given in Offer Will Return

Taking medication may be fastening together the seams that could split. Between SSRI, HRT, and caffeine the moments speed, fleeting before I secure my grip. What's the point of living as a zombie losing opportunity through barely there fingers? I can be **** for you, I'm fond of pleading on my knees, tongue over my teeth, waiting patiently for my mouthful -- but what's point? What would it solve to introduce a controlled study meltdown? Well, I see the seasons coming at first light. Spring and Fall pull balance apart. So pull apart, because these meds don't help when my mind conspires without me, but with the world. Leave me alone. I'm caught gazing at the canvas in the white on walls. If it appears I'm choking, I am. I choke myself to gasping near to death as a means to depart from my leaden regret. Do I grow wings? No. Do I ascend? No. Do I myself then deify? No. It takes endlessly repeated little deaths to prevent permanent disintegration in passion's cruel flame.

Son and daughter both will self destruct

#disorder #alive #stay #to #perspective #transgender #how #longer #chemicals #psychological

alena Mar 2017

Ask me

When madly in love
One doesn't ask questions

Especially not why or how

And that is the most hopeful thing I've ever known

#love #poetry #hope #why #questions #uncertainty #how

Elizabeth Kaisser Mar 2017

Make it better

The body told
the mind
one day
I think
we both
are truly fine
but wait
I do not
always agree
since I got
you know what I mean
needs, as you , would like to move
and I would like to talk
Shall we dance?
it exclaimed.

Now, we can work it out
together
and reach our hearts
simply and in all weathers
It happened the heart
felt empty , and exclaimed
I need today a great embrase !
body and mind
listened to thier heart
and one big cudle
all felt fine

with love
unified
plenty colours
warmt sense.. lasting in hours.

#it #to #make #how #better #kaisser #elize

Colm Mar 2017

How To Live Life

For whatever it is
You feel called to do
You choose what it is
But remember this
First consult your form of truth
And then do it for them
As do it for you

Metaphorically speaking of course

#poem #poetry #life #rhyme #to #live #verse #how #scribbles #sean

Arlene Corwin Mar 2017

Sitting Outside A Day In May

Sitting Outside A Day In May

I find myself not only wondering [but]
Thirsting, needing to know when and how they died, [but]
Thoughts or suffering or not: in short,
The state before and during…

I observe a skin that’s wrinkling,
Drying out and shrinking,
Hear and spy a bird in tree,
See the freshness, spring’s new growth,
The only thing I really see is death, a passing.

I allow myself my breaths,
The moods, desires -
All that goes along,
Forgetting for the most part.

Deep down I see the buds of parting
And an emptiness because
I have no answers.
All that I can do is wait and act and meditate
As if life equaled all time-in-the-world.

Every year in spring
I find I’m writing,
Charting age unconsciously,
Literally marking time.

Not sad, not glad but emptier
Than years before,
(or maybe more).
Noticing, acknowledging a substance;
The substantial underlying all the grandeur.

Sitting Outside A Day In May 5.21.2016
Birth, Death & In Between II;
Arlene Corwin

Underlying awareness, outward gladness! How can that be?

#be #awareness #that #how #can #underlying #gladness #outward