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standing in values,
standing in meaning,
implications of others,
a sense of loss.
Mark Wanless Aug 2021
i am the writer
you the thinker thank you
for your blessed service
Raven Feels Jun 2021
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, insult salted the injury--- that was a bad day<

maybe wounds are sold
do you mean that insult can't salt injuries to a pathetic fault?
warn the poor never the guilt as it
wish the idiotic I put the limit
stepped the humiliation right out
silenced like a charity drought
now lacked it is yet still manageable
killed in the **** core when tangible
warn foolish fingers
an incoming the tremble syndrome
now secrets are whispered blind devils shrink in hinders
a car ride rains a billion on a thinker
watch me tested as God demands
lost in translation for what a paper does
and I simply don't understand
take the gesture I can't for a billion pays you see
made me squirm more like a forsaken sun in 2018

                                                          ­         ------ravenfeels
Sandoval Dec 2020
Daydreams are

they carry this false

that confuses our anxiety.
Then they leave us,

vulnerable to cope
with our reality.

An ode to daydreamers
Sincerely, a dreamy Pisces ✨
Ps Forbes Dec 2020
She stood on the edge of a cliff,
looking out to a world that didn't exist-
while waiting for the winds kiss
kevin wright Aug 2020
hard facade
soft edges
blurred depressions
precipitous slopes

fragile points of origin

no shape
a heavy space
dappling of light
eyes a fusion into the mind

a focus approaches

my forehead meets my finger tips
thumbs caress my ears
nose peeks out for air
tension builds across my neck

the day is bestirring

a haunting commences
the stirring street clamours
my feet embrace the floor
the bathroom draws me near

the bus door shushes close

my hand finds a bar to hold
an unanswered welcoming smile in the crowd
the window fog of mortal breath
ting, my inescapable stop

my watch prompts me to toil

the briefcase opens amongst discarded papers
lunch makes it to the drawer
password…. needs changing
emails overflow the inbox

an empty outbox

unpaid demands
crossed out scribbles
a match of a pencil
smell of an unlaundered shirt

the clamour of the phone
a deadline agreed
the digital clock hoots in red at my predicament
the editor hot, the ink is cold

lame excuses unworthy of air

time to recant
elbows take my weight as I bow
pray-full fingers encamp on my face
eyelids close

here a place for shapes of my imagination
Pressures of work and being productive are not always easy. Some recompense can be found behind the position of Rodins Thinker, in reality it is often with two hands to cover the face to escape rather than be a thinker
Lowkie May 2020
I'm a poet, but not a conversationalist
All these thoughts going through my head
But really, I don't talk a lot
"Why you so quiet"
My tongue is caught in a knot
I'll probably turn into a different person
After another shot
I'm a thinker, not a speaker
If you want to get know me
You'll probably have to dig deeper
Analyzing my every response
Before finding a simple one
That might hopefully reach you
I'm a poet, I'm a thinker
I'm not a conversationalist, I'm not a speaker
If you approach me
I'll probably keep it brief
Maybe it's a blessing or maybe it's a curse
But if you want to get to know me
I'll have to let you into my conscious first
Joshua r Hopkins May 2020
Are you crying from lying I'm desperately trying to understand your brain.
There is a part I'm never buying and I know I'm not insane.
You say you want to prove this wrong but you know it's not the same!
I want to carry the message along as life is not a game.
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