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 Mar 2019 Lot
nish
.era
 Mar 2019 Lot
nish
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 \ why is it that time slips /                              
   \she slides and slithers /
     \right through these  /
        \ infinite crevices  /
          \found all over /
             \my greedy /
                \ hands,  /
                   \ like /
                   /    •   \
                 /       s      \
              /            a       \
           /             n            \
        /                 d              \
      /                                      \
    / in the dainty hourglass \
  /sitting aloft my skew shelf.\
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I wanted to try shape poetry again, and I have to say this was MUCH harder than .leafing
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2633672/leafing/

It took forever to align the slashes to give this poem shape, without them it didn't look like an hourglass.
I hope you liked this poem and I'd love it if you commented some links to any shape poetry you've tried out.
Hope you enjoyed :)
 Mar 2019 Lot
Katie
I've wandered and wandered for such a long time,
Past the rust and the dirt and the grime,
And I cannot see the exit.

I've long forgotten the taste of the air,
The light of the sun; drowned in despair,
And I cannot smell the exit.

Food lost its taste a long time ago,
And the passage of time has stopped its flow,
And I cannot hear the exit.

The colors all faded into gray,
Nothing around to make me stay,
And I cannot taste the exit.

My heart is numb, still, in pain,
My blood has dripped into every drain,
And I cannot feel the exit.

But here I'm safe, and content to be,
To remember why you left and what you meant to me,
And I do not want an exit.
A message of hope, hopefully

The final of three poems I wrote backstage
 Mar 2019 Lot
CharlesC
Emptiness
is what we are
before daybreak..
before we know
the fracturing
of daylight..

Emptiness
does not depart
with our rising and
work among fractures
as our day unfolds..

Yet our attention
seems to remove
our busy-ness
from that which
is not busy..

A quiet moment
reveals all fragments
have been dancing  
all day long with
what we are
before daybreak...
 Mar 2019 Lot
ml
He was Blue
 Mar 2019 Lot
ml
There is blue in the way we settle.
The weight of the vulnerability that peaks near dawn.
It doesn’t make itself known
But we still wonder.
Is that the same shade of blue
When we float amidst our dreams
When we talk to our lovers
When we experience sadness.

There is a warmth we do not expect to feel that reveals itself.
If I asked you, would you feel the same?
 Mar 2019 Lot
Jupiter
see me
 Mar 2019 Lot
Jupiter
I yelled into the night,
demanded once and for all to be seen.
I stole the stars from the sky,
i made them bow to me.

Angry words clawed at my throat,
the words tore me apart.
But i never let them out,
they picked me to pieces from the start.

My soul screamed,
As i wailed in agony.
The child locked in my mind,
Begging to be set free.
 Mar 2019 Lot
Ashleigh
Forever More
 Mar 2019 Lot
Ashleigh
Bruise me, beat me
Make me bleed and cry for more
Choke me till my breath escapes
Tell me to beg you on my knees
Pull my hair, whisper in my ear
"Don't forget, you belong to me."
Collar me, don't let me go
I am yours forever more.
Sometimes my mental illness makes me feel like I'm entirely submissive to it. It makes me feel stuck in a relationship I want to be in, but one that's to controlling.
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