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Ken Pepiton Oct 2022
Senryū one

Escape from Haiku
short long breathe in time
breathed out longing to go live

Senryū two

Seed fall fruit feed pigs;
passenger pigeons,
fertilized this forest, you know.

Senryū three

Discipline, science,
since some time ago,
ready readers write old seed.
self... set... some... deal to do with Ockham's strop.
Odd Odyssey Poet Jul 2022
—an echo sword cuts through the sounds,
time is made of glass. Fragile as the brokenness
in pass.

—a dagger tilt into the chest. The very part,
where all sores dawn. Rising until you see
the pain appearing as heavy breathe.

—sheath; putting away sharp ends of past hurt.
Piercing deeply as longing to be free. The battle
is plenty, as the many who feel so alone.
You aren't the first!

In these blade works, working hard to survive,
on the killing of time. To bat an eye; swinging on
the looks of acting out of pride.

—it cuts anyone deeply, fighting to survive,
fighting in the many struggles of this LIFE.

Is it to hold a knife in defence, or attack,
the question of every human being.
Mark Wanless Sep 2021
breath of solstice breeze
lilac tipped with sun dried grass
cicadas sharp chant
TheBlackBird Jul 2021

First it’s a look shared through the glass
A window between us

The feeling that passes through me
When I watch him explain the impossible
And make it look easy

Then it’s the wondering that overtakes me
Behind the counter where I’ve lost myself in thought
Surrounded by books that won’t tell me
If he’s thinking of me too

It’s the ache that comes from longing
To hear the sound of his voice
But I’m too scared to call
Unless I’m already drunk

It’s that feeling in the pit of my stomach
Everyone calls butterflies, but really
It feels like too much, just so much

It happens when you start to fall.

And it’s a slap in my own the face
As I hide deeper inside of myself
Because he is beautiful
And I am all sharp edges

He is enough
But I am just not ready


I always find myself going back to you
When I imagine how I wanted it to be
And what I wish I had said

It’s so strange to be here
So many years later
Still wondering if it was you all along

We shared this kiss once
You and I
Once of those steamy
Spur of the moment
You only live once type of deals

I know you remember it too

My heart hurts just thinking about it because
It was always such a blur of wrongtimewrongplacewrongsomething
Between me and you

I guess I never stopped being too scared to call
Unless I was already drunk
It’s been years since I heard your voice
But I am haunted
ArianLlwyn May 2021
That guy, that boy, that man.
The words roll round my head,
Like a big bingo cage,
Full of thin razor blades.
Alicia Moore Apr 2021
With the point of my arrow as sharp as my jaw,
my draw back and backtalk are equally as piercing.
Daisy Ashcroft Mar 2021
They asked me how I knew
That I loved only you.
Do you know what I said?
The first thing that came to my head?

I told them you're like lo-fi indie
One tear and you're there for me
Waiting to sing and help me through
One hour in your arms and I'm back to new.

And, like the music, you fill out the edges
The sharp that cut up my senses
You pad them out and soften them up
So when I fall, I don't feel so struck.
Nikkipopgun69 Mar 2021
It’s waiting for fake love. Wanting to feel alive.
Putting a label on everything. Well If I have to put a label on it.. I’d  called this untitled love. With a one way street.

Why is it I always want have I can’t have.
Then I run away from everything else.
I let my heart get broken over and over again.
Why do I tend to trust my feelings.
I don’t want to be in love.

I could write a million one words about you.
I tell myself no don’t message him. He’s not interested. Then message him anyway.
Just maybe if I vanished they’d notice.

Because sooner or later I’m just going to give up on the matter.
I always do. Because I hurt myself too much.
I wish I could stop dreaming about you and thinking about you 24/7
You’re just too bad for me.

I’m the only person you’ll meet
Who’d tell you the straight up brutal truth.
Maybe my words are too sharp.
Jordan LC Murphy Jan 2021
ℭ𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢

𝔉𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔫𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡,
𝔐𝔶 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔢𝔤𝔬 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡,
𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ'𝔪 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔰𝔢𝔡,
𝔖𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔭𝔲𝔱𝔢𝔰,
𝔐𝔞𝔶𝔟𝔢 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔉𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔱,
𝔗𝔬 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢,
𝔉𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔷𝔦 𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔰𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔢 ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔥𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔩,
𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔲𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔶 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡,
ℑ 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔰𝔬 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔲𝔫𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔡,
ℑ'𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔶 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔬𝔲𝔠𝔥,
ℭ𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔵 𝔟𝔶 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰,
𝔖𝔬 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔡 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔜𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢,
ℭ𝔬𝔟 𝔴𝔢𝔟𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔦𝔩𝔨 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰,
𝔄𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔯𝔞𝔷𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰,
ℑ 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔪𝔢!
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