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due to me reaching
that post menopausal age
there's a hirsute carpet
growing on my chin's stage

a goatee  beard adorns
in such distinguishing tone
it's envy of my neighbour
Russell John Stone

over the years he's tried
to cultivate an abundant hair tress
but alas his bare cranium
has borne less and less

since my whiskers
are so prolific in sprouting
I could shave them off
for his wig's touting
kailasha Sep 2016
Somewhere there is a piece of paper flying over an ocean,
over mountains no one can measure or name,
over houses that haven't felt a heartbeat
in years.

It's a paper with your initials and mine,
a message to me from you.

And while it travels over magic and forgotten adventures,
I sit in anticipation for those strokes of ink
on paper, and the warmth of your fingers
with skylines in my sight.
i have to send out a few postcards.
also the view from my dorm *****. #collegegal
Julie Grenness Aug 2016
Are you lonely after a divorce?
Not as lonely as you were before,
Are you ever going to 'do it' again, mate?
Yes, if you get really desperate,
Shall you ever remarry, missing it?
Yes, if you are a total *******!!!
Post trauma, post divorce,
Disenfranchised, just like before!
Feedback welcome.
Luna May 2016
I've always thought our love was like a big fire
And maybe it was

Yours being the flames
that set our love ablaze
I was too mesmerized by your embers
that I didn't notice that
we're already both burning

Your embers kept getting smaller and smaller
as water interfered
And next thing I know, your fire's out
Leaving everything a big charred mess

It pains me to think
that my love's the smoke
that's still there even after you're gone

But I'm fine, *I will someday rise to the skies
"Alab" in Filipino means "blaze" or "ardour"

*Took this from my original tweet thread
thehiddenwriter May 2016
My track record with losing people is just outstanding,
First I them in then I push them away,
Then I try to get them back,
Which never works because it's always,
Late
Monsieur Sleep Mar 2016
We name the oceans
We tame the lands
Encasing what was
In what we want it to be
We count every second
We pair up stars
We chain them together
And chase after skies
We want the world
To be all for ourselves
But we keep forgetting
That oceans are living
That lands have heartbeats
And stars like to fly
We are control freaks
Chasing over things
We could never control
In hopes to feel
A little less lost.
Ryan Carney Mar 2016
Wandering down the highway
Which has been abandoned for decades
A bridge by the water, bruised and beaten down
For Mother Nature has shown her wrath, but it stands tall still

Rigid and rough, the road claws at my shoes
Cracks and small openings line the sides
Is it still safe to cross? Hopefully
Once I had crossed, something caught my eye

Resting on the beach front was a small cabin
Equipped with a dock and fair sized fishing boat
I was relieved at this sight, as I had been searching for life for weeks
Many have died in wake of the recent attacks, but some still stand

Parts of our country remained unscathed, but not many
I dashed to the door to see if anyone was there
And yes, an answer!
"Hello!" I said, "I survived too!"

The man opened the door cautiously
He stopped for a breath, then said,
"You're a very lucky man, but I have news for you."
I pondered what it could possibly be?

He then said,"The nation is in tatters. We lost the war."
I froze with fear, I knew what was coming
The enemy was approaching, and there was nothing we could do
All we did from there is wait, waiting for what fate had for us.
written 3-12-16
Sri Shruthi Mar 2016
My heart won't tell that
The time flee as I am with
You, something special
As the heat rises in funnel

My heart won't tell that
The most perfect person for me
Is you, something fulfilling
As the sound comes from the engine

My heart would jump in joy
As I spend every second
With all my slow breathe as toy
Clearing the mist as I jog

My heart would admire you ,
For you, the imperfection of all solids
With all my sorrows, ****** by you
Here I say, I love you!
Shiz Jan 2016
I have loved him the most I’ve loved anyone
daringly
unreasonably
carefully
softly
I’ve loved him like the colors you can’t see
I want him so much
but I hate his guts
He’s tried to make a soft girl out of a mad girl
I’ve hated him the most I’ve hated anyone
Wildly
Savagely
Harshly
Manipulatively
get him out of sight keep him out of my mind (when will I stop lying)
precious joy Jan 2016
isn't it thrilling to wonder what would happen
to you in the next few days? thinking who would make you laugh, how many hearts would be broken, where will your wandering feet would take you, who are you going to meet that would make you write midnight poems about.
like this one
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