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My skin settles with the evening skies
It dwells in the darkness of night
In the morning time, it awakes
Still in its beauty

-LaToya Martin
Marla Dantes May 30
Inspiration is a fickle wind
that can drift by like a hurricane
or sink down into a lowly cavern,
never to be seen again.

She is the aquifer beneath our feet-
Or a warm wave crashing on to
a moonlit beach.

It doesn't matter what you go through,
Her name will always stay the same.
A thunder strike at midnight
will keep you writing till noon
if your mind stays open to the waters
of her cascading monsoon.
Never wait on inspiration.
For to wait on inspiration is to wait on life,
And to wait on life is just foolish.

Never wait on inspiration.
For when old age comes you'll have forgoten,
Long gone, the soothing breath of creativity.

Never wait on inspiration.
For to wait on anything means you don't trust yourself to grab it,
And inner distrust is a scar too many of us carry.

So never wait on inspiration.
Do not build walls against a flow so wide, that just like air,
You could not live without.

Do not dare to live life on automatic.
Do not dare to wait on inspiration.
Do you
ever feel...

Your pain
is confusing
jumbled up,

Thoughts of
mazes of a

A frightening maze
of screaming Asylums
mixed with melancholy

But I am
quite sane you
see but us poets
are all mad with

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Insane inspiration
Erez Swickley May 23
Call me a dreamer because I get caught up in my dreams.
Elevate above reality restoring my self esteem.
In between the hard times and struggle I find my drive.
It's no wonder they say through hard times we thrive.
Stuck inside the belly of the rough.
Deceived by thoughts of what's granted isn't enough.
It's up to me to take control of my mind.
The prior is history no need to rewind.
As I meditate I'm reminded to live every moment like my last,
Instead of getting hung up on moments of the past.
Who knows what the future beholds,
Better act on action rather than have stories told.
Contemplating as my true self awakens,
Expressing gratitude for things that were for granted taken.
Most find distractions to avert the need to deal,
With issues arising from values that make them real.
Safety protocols cease the ability to feel.
Still traumatized from the last time the heart had to heal.
Evolving through the years you come to realize,
The burden only gets bigger while pilling up the lies.
How much longer will you let yourself compromise,
Start digging deep and seek where you must rise.
Growing through external accomplishments is barely effective.
Real growth comes from a place that's rather reflective.
All you you really need is to gain some perspective.
You'll soon find how you perceive something is only subjective.
Finding gratitude in your life can really change the way you look at things.
ChinHooi Ng May 23
winds are small
still there is a chill
the warmth of poetry
for me it's always been
it's great to be able
to write some tidy
things down
like butterflies in springtime
as always enthusiasm
can set poetry alight
brighter and brighter
i indulge in warm writing
i take the initiative
to be with poetry.
Maria Mitea May 21
the forest without paths
the lonely shores,
mournful music,
the doors through which no one enters,

if we could hide the distance
the pain
the tears
the words
the poems
Will you see me?
I am waiting here

for you




Our road not marked on maps.
Fugitives of the centuries,
our origin is the breathing
and our destination is exhalation,
A thousand suns are flowing in our blood,
and the vision of infinity is always chasing us.
The form cannot tame us,
Our days are a fire and our nights a sea.
Left To Rot May 16
We're living on borrowed time
so love it and lose it,
doubt it and prove it,
live and die on the road,
I mean, maybe not literally,
or maybe yes, who knows?
What I'm trying to say
is that we're not here to stay
so let's all let it go.
Left To Rot May 12
I create lives,
out of my own life,
not in someone else's belly
but in my own mind.
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