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nanimono Dec 2019
I really want to shout out your name on the roof top

Trying  to tell you how I miss you so bad

I even don't know in which part of the world you are right now

For me your presence always feels like...

a torch that I can hold to light up the way,

a salty salt in the fresh sea, and

One breath that always I needed to fill my lung cavity
The wind is blowing,
Gently, on this cool night.
As we overlook the city,
Shinning bright, with lights.

The roof is empty.
Silent.
Nothing but our silhouettes,
Moving, in the darkness.

You come close,
Standing on a tiptoe.
I look into your eyes.
And then I know,
Deep in my heart,
How much, I love you so.
Mark Toney Oct 2019
cool green leaves rustling
hot red tin roof expanding-
freedom of movement
stiff arthritic limbs longing
go - exercise caution - stop
8/14/2019 - Poetry form: Tanka - A Japanese poem of five lines, the first and third composed of five syllables and the others seven. In Japanese, tanka is often written in one straight line, but in English and other languages, we usually divide the lines into the five syllabic units: 5-7-5-7-7. Each tanka is divided into two segments. The first three lines are the upper phrase, and the last two lines are the lower phrase. The upper phrase typically contains an image, and the lower phrase exposes the poet's ideas about that image. - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2019
Luna Maria Sep 2019
It’s where we smoked our cigarettes
because we were already living for way too long
but we never jumped of the roof

we only let the smoke
burn our lungs from inside out
and wanted death to come closer slowly.
two fallen angels on a rooftop
A B Faniki Aug 2019
The sound that the rain
makes while beating on my roof
lullaby to me
Haiku about rain. 8/31/2019 © A B Faniki am always fun of  rain
Ashley Kaye Jul 2019
This is not the kind of love I’d profess
on a hotel napkin
scream from the rooftops
of your parents’ house
10 dollars to stretch a month
of rendezvous
yes we live in a small town
but our minds fit here comfortably
however slightly,
I love you.
July 21, 2019
Arden Mar 2019
I know how many stories is tall enough
I know how much Windex I have to drink
I know long I have to be alone in order to hang myself
I know where to cut
I know how many pills I have to swallow

So you ask how come I keep trying and keep failing
Listen you have no idea how ****** windex tastes
Listen I can't get to the roof of the buildings
Listen All the pills are in a safe
I do everything wrong
I can't even die correctly

But I don’t want to **** myself anyway  
My uncle shot himself
And I watched my grandmother lose a son
I watched my dad lose his best friend
I have seen what it does to people and
I have felt that feeling

I don’t want to **** myself
I just want to be in a coma
Bohemian Feb 2019
Just to breathe your exhaled,
Makes me respirate with twice the pace .
Should I torch my lungs ?
In the offence of this illicit way .
To be under your roof ,
Supposed to have suffocated me !
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