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Spooks May 5
Blue eyes
White lies
Broken hearts
And shattered parts
Long nights
Too many fights
Life was good
Until our mouths filled with blood
A time never to be forgotten
Even tho things got so rotten
A love I’ll never forget
Although I know you’re filled with so much regret
To much pain
Then we both got vein
hurtful words
Cut us down like swords
Swords straight to our chests
How can we fix this mess?
No amount of sorry
Could ever fix the worries
A love so kind
Made us both so blind
I could never forget those times we shared
Once you really cared
A dedication of my life to you
It left me so sad and blue
Something so broken
It needed the token
Token to the bright
Token for no more fight
Energy severed
Expectations lowered
Now were both the ones hurt
And left deep down in the dirt.
LLZ Apr 3
Tumhari tarah sabdo ,
Ko kagaj par utarna nahi aata mujhe,
Par fir bhi koshish karti hu likhne ki.

Likhna aata nahi fir bhi likhti hu,
Tum Tak apni baat pahuchane ko.
Aisa nahi hai ki mujhe pyaar aata nahi jatana,
Bas Teri majbooriyo ke aage kamjor pad jati hu,
Likhti hu tujhe ye Dil ka haal sunano ko,
Bas likhti hu tuhj Tak ye sandesh pahuchane ko.
Snapshots
by Michael R. Burch

Here I scrawl extravagant rainbows.
And there you go, skipping your way to school.
And here we are, drifting apart
like untethered balloons.

Here I am, creating "art,"
chanting in shadows,
pale as the crinoline moon,
ignoring your face.

There you go,
in diaphanous lace,
making another man’s heart swoon.
Suddenly, unthinkably, here he is,
taking my place.

Published by Tucumcari Literary Review, Romantics Quarterly, Centrifugal Eye, Poetry Webring, Poetry Life & Times and The Eclectic Muse. Keywords/Tags: snapshot, picture, photograph, photo, album, memory, keepsake, remembrance, token, memento, art, replacement
annh Sep 2019
Subway skip jive,
Off and on,
Up and over,
Been and gone.

Mind your wallet,
Watch your step,
Take your seat,
Turn right, lean left.

Token trav’lers,
Quick, quick, slow,
We’re underground,
And on the go.

‘I loved the abandoned subway stations, rushing past the darkened platforms, the sprawl of graffiti like old letters. Letters left by ghosts.’
- Hannah Lillith Assadi, Sonora
Jenna Mar 2019
Life may have dealt a bad hand
Don't forget you can make a stand
WhiteWolf101 Feb 2019
There were shards in a pile
till you came along
and made me smile
my heart was broken
but now is a token
for bringing me back
while she
is up
the sleeves
that saki
gratifies here
and while
her attire
still cleaves
in my
heart that
mistook a
hint of
glamour whether
or not
this thirst
is all
it takes
A pocket of my heart,
...it holds a special charm.

Token, an image, the gift,
...of you on my arm.
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