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neth jones May 14
uncut grass
   casts long shadows by night
animated on the inside
   of our basement windows
elongating and dashing away
   projected by the passing traffic
no mow may (May 2021)
Alienpoet Mar 30
There is no room for gods
for angels and hope
for wings of flight
and depth of field
this defensive arms want to yield
and this scarred heart wants to heal

There is no room
for imagination
under the weight of these books
the text fills me up
no devils cup
no drugs or substances can free my mind
the weight of the world is unkind
and the sub titles aren’t signed
and chaos has died in my mind
or it’s been set free
I can’t escape I just don’t want to be…
She wears no mask
She wears no make up
You look into her eyes
You get what you see
Mark Wanless Nov 2021
life ain't the master
of me no longer i tell
it what i will do
basil Nov 2021
i didn't have a single wish to make
at 11:11 today
i don't even know what to say. i just feel off.... it's upsetting, especially since i don't know exactly what's wrong right now. i feel okay, but i don't feel myself

11.14.2021
m a k a y l a Oct 2021
I don’t know what to name it
It’s such a beautiful emotion
Provoking my heart to race against itself
Fooling my eyes
I can’t comprehend it’s weightlessness
It’s almost too freeing
My breath leaves me
My palms sink into the earth, it’s perfect
Everything is perfect
There is hope here
There is life here
It’s an indescribable emotion
Taught to mistrust
god’s stuffed in a box
with worn out labels
outside and outfoxed,
the new taboos are coming
blur out the genitals
cross no more lines
necks in a u bend
thumbs swipe the shine
it’s coming, it’s coming
normals never been the same
few are wise to the rise
most awash with the game
you can’t see you're a projection
dazzled by your light
searching amongst
an ocean of peddlers
on soapboxes,
screaming to fight.
Writing style is becoming abstract, intuitive and lacking in sensibility.  Kinda like it!
Buk
I dreamt he sent
a care package
A shabby box
filled with
wall sconces
from his
******* apartment
half filled tablets
thoughts and doodles
with a note
to not abuse
substances
and a really nice
vinyl pressing of
some nineties
spoken word piece
with one or
another unknown
ska
alt rock
grunge
band
That sure was nice
of him
I must have
sent some good
psychic *****
Spirits
they call it
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