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M Vogel Nov 2020

Your soul's movement
is everything..
my sin;  when made manifest,
a particulate--

(when breathed in,
there is a certain freedom within it)

Within view of the altar stone
all  hidden knives, become fully known
(and, alas, my love--
there's no ram  in the thicket)
Beautiful, within the endeavor
though still vastly distant--

(what a fool I make of myself
trying to make this thing, rhyme
by having the audacity
to use the word, Covenant.)

Maybe, I--
your long-lost,  supplicant  
has been  nothing more
than a deeply-embedded, replicant.
(or something)..


i am loved,  but i need help learning how to even breathe in this world..

oh, lord..
oh my lord
https://youtu.be/ginVZEah8_4
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2020
Right at the contour,

Decorative canyons of dire, descending ornaments,

Occluded with mixed smoke signals.

Those heading to their number beds,

Pray to the analytical gods,

"Dear Lord, bell curve distribution. Please, please, please..."
Ophelia Nov 2020
Uncertainty
fretting over your midnight fantasy
wishing to just catch a glimpse
on the becomings
but life was never a simple entity

Expectation
full of the doubted notion
maybe we're still high on emotion
but still, we should go with determination
that's how we move forward in motion

Future
keep us feeling unsure
but if you'd seen the picture
it will lose its mysterious demeanor
as that's the beauty of every adventure
Giusy Ferrigno Oct 2020
The sun's first kiss
was given to us
in the coldness of fear
In these days and nights
We - hostages of uncertainty,
prisoners of the emptiness of our silence,
build a new balance.


A new feeling
unwelcoming
incompatible with our restless disposition
In these days and nights
I - fly to you in thought
Thinking of you is an exercise of evasion
from these walls, from these screams


The sun's first kiss
was given to us
in the coldness of fear
In these days and nights
We - discover ourselves near
In distance
Brothers
pulses of the same beating heart


© 2020 Giusy Ferrigno
I wrote this in april, a few days before my birthday. Spring had recently begun, the first warmer rays of the sun, its "first kiss" had arrived, and despite this I was still trapped by fear, I felt a prisoner of my own silence and of so many different feelings that I couldn't quite understand. The days and nights passed by all in the same way and there was nothing I could do about it . We found ourselves forced to build new balances, being far from the people we love the most. Thinking of them, "flying to them in thought" as I wrote here, was one of the few ways I had of escaping somehow. What I've learned during these challenging months is that no matter how much we'd like to, we can't control something that is way bigger than us. But we can control our thoughts and our actions. We can choose. We can choose to panic or to focus our energy on the present moment and be grateful for what we have. I've never lost hope and I never will, I like to believe that someday (hopefully sooner than later) , we will get to the other side of this and look back at this moment and feel so relieved and glad for the lessons it taught us.
Thank you in advance if you'll read it.
Tammie Oct 2020
Two lanes of whirring cars
I teetered on the edge of misery
My arms extending— I'd wished to be a butterfly.
The metallic shrill they left
In the dust of their coarse,
Unforgiving wheels
Sang like a sheet of notes
Strung into a nostalgic minor chord.
As if playing catch,
I swayed from side to side.
‘How low would I need to go
Before I’d get hit?’
I didn’t get far enough to know.
Is this a love poem?
It sure seems that way.
Empty and broken
lacking in sense
starting with a question
and then
Yana Kim Oct 2020
What if I said yes to him,
Would I still be single now?
What if I took the board exam,
Would I still be a loser now?
What if I never accepted this job,
Would I be successful now?
My life has uncertain future
But one thing is for sure
I am such a failure.
Gibberish truths
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