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aphrodite Mar 2020
last November, you said, "I'll always be here when you need me."
so thank you for staying gone.
Thomas Harvey Mar 2020
She left at the wrong time, but was there ever a right time
She must have seen a sign or worse she may have gotten tired
I thought I was the one who could fill her desire
When we met again she seemed happier
something changed, but in a good way
It was at that moment I knew she wasn't there for me in the beginning
I was meant to be there for her in the end
Timing doesn't matter, All that matters is the memories we shared
For those will last a lifetime
We Are Stories Mar 2020
it’s not the warm heart
that causes pollination  
from the honey bee

it’s just the static-
the spark between the partners-
rubbing off on them

both getting their way,
the bee and the new flower-
the wet dew glistens-

then they fly away,
maybe visiting someday-
moving on and out.

will they remember
the day they spent together-
i guess life moves on.
Nola Leech Mar 2020
Just because you're lonely
Don't let people use you
Leo Mar 2020
I found something
I can not unsee it
I can not unhear it
Although I never really could see it could never really hear it
I thought it up once
I could not tell you if I wanted to—
It will not go away—

I see it behind every scene
Its presence mocks me
Makes absence of the wonders of the world
How could something be beautiful juxtaposed with such obscene, grotesque clarity?

I can hear it always between every word spoken
It frames them as they roll off the tongue
Encases the vibrations as they make their way through the empty space and into my skull
Forcing connections between defunct neurological pathways trying to understand something—
Anything—

It’s the place where my thoughts come from
The feeling that penetrates deep within me

It is not dark
It is not silent
It is not numb
It is not empty

It is inevitable

It reaches from behind me and pulls at my ribcage
It weighs on my shoulders and gnaws at the base of my skull

Some days, it is a rabbit
It whispers in my ear
You are big
Your bones are strong
Run
Make for green meadows
We are waiting for you there

Others it is a dragon
It whispers in my ear
You are small
Your flesh is weak
Run
Make for dark chasms
My fire will find you

Its breath burns my nostrils
Fills my lungs
Consumes my thought
I am rendered helpless by its sting

How could something be painful juxtaposed with something so calm

So blinding
So deafening

How could something be so dark
So silent
So numb
So empty

How could something be so

Permanent
Leo Mar 2020
Sometimes I feel like I am about to figure out the punchline.

Everyone stops and watches.
Waits to see if we can end the charade.

Here—
Let me try—

Infant dies in NICU, never gets to question the nature of its existence.

No—
Wait—

Three year old child chokes on toy labeled not for children under the age of four.

No—
Hold up—

Six year old drowns in pool; parents too ****** up to notice.

No, no—
****—

It doesn’t have that ring of humor to it, that can’t be it.

I can feel it though, the laughter on the tip of my tongue waiting to boil over.

Here—
Let me try again—

Nine year old finds his parent’s candy, suffocates on his own *****.

No, no, no —
I’m close, I can feel it—
How about—

12 year old child plays with power tools, electrocuted.

No, no, no—
No, no—

21 year old man drives drunk, crashes into cemetery.

No, no, no—
No, no—
No, no—

25 year old man gets ******* sick of trying to see what’s on the other side of the painting, takes a bath in his own blood.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no—

Wait—
Here—

ENTIRE GENERATION spends their whole lives trying to distract themselves from the fact of their mortality.

None Survive.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Feb 2020
WHY DO WE **** OUR
BROTHERS AND SISTERS,
AND OUR HOME?

I’m sure you remember seeing the
photgraph of Earth taken from the
Moon. Did you not have an epiphany
at that moment? Did you see any
black lines separating one region of
Earth from another? Of course you
didn’t, because political boundaries
are illusory. What you saw was one
beautiful planet with a number of
billion human beings attempting to
co-exist on it. You saw one sky that
covered all of Earth and one ocean
that covered most of it. You saw huge
chunks of Earth, which we call conti-
nents. If you had been on the Moon
with a powerful telescope, you would
have seen big cities where millions
of human beings lived often in many
different ways:  different cultures,
different religions, different languages,
different skin colors, different
shaped physical features. But
all would have been breathing the
same air, drinking essentially the same
water that comes from the same
atmosphere, all sharing the same
home, the only home that billions
of human beings have, or will be
able to have, for a terribly long
time. If you were able to go far
enough back in time, genealogically
you would understand that all of us
are related, that all of us are, if
you will, distant brothers and
sisters. We human beings are
one big family. So I must ask, why
do will **** our brothers and sisters?
Why? Instead, why don’t we have
a continuous, worldwide family
reunion during which we could
get to know each other, give each
other a hug, perhaps find someone
we love and marry that human be-
ing? Think of all that the billions
of us could share with one another:
the music, the dancing, the food,
for example. Together we could
plan for world peace. We could
join hands and hearts and find
ways to save our home from
annihilation from catastrophic
climate change and nuclear
holocaust. We could laugh together.
We could pray together;  after all,
we all pray to the same God;  it’s just
that we call God by different names.
Our home, Earth, is but one of an
infinite number of planets in the infinite
Cosmos. But it is the only one we now
have. Why **** when we could live our
lives in perpetual love?

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
Riz Mack Feb 2020
Look at the way she moves
I see her in my dreams
dancing with colours
painting shades of serene

The canvas she adorns
is layered with her screams
her name is dark here
but I see what it means

Her eyes have been tempered
through fire and deceit
to burn is the cost
of a lovers heartbeat

Her voice is a story
of violence unleashed
her words, allegory
cascade through me

When angels are fallen
only they grieve
baring their souls
they forfeit reprieve

Her blood is the reason
my veins are replete
she drowns in the flood
so I can still breathe
Clear as it seems
chris Feb 2020
that make me,

                  "me"

even if i fall,
             i come right up, and scream

even if i fall,
             i come right up, and scream
      that's how we've always been

even if my knees drop to the ground,
         as long as they don't get buried,
it won't matter
chris Feb 2020
on
bring the pain
they'll become my blood and flesh

bring the pain
no fear,
because now i know the way
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