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 Jun 2019 Lot
the innkeeper
My existence isn’t something
you test out your empathy on

My humanity is not something
that asks for your sympathy

My life and loves and lived experiences
are liberated from your thin,
watery approval

Your opinion holds no bearing in my body.
 Jun 2019 Lot
J Vital
What do you need
I don’t have ****
Can’t do the deed
Don’t have to plead
 
You’re just a creed
That is agreed
To bring some steed
To please the need
 
A bunch of greed
Can’t take the lead
Not guaranteed
They would succeed

Hearts are decreed
By broken reed
Cannot be freed
From the bad seed
 
We need to feed
Don’t have no mead
Cannot proceed
And cannot heed
 
Time to exceed
And stop the bleed
What do we need
Indeed.
 Jun 2019 Lot
5oulPoet
Life
 Jun 2019 Lot
5oulPoet
The quintessence of life
Hidden in the portraits of people
A child draws his innocence
First impressions of a masterpiece
To be one displayed in time
Experiences that define existence
In the art gallery of his lifetime
 Jun 2019 Lot
Amaris
weather
 Jun 2019 Lot
Amaris
Sky overcast, gray
Will the sun come out to play?
Let's dance in the rain
 Jun 2019 Lot
Steve Page
Tears
 Jun 2019 Lot
Steve Page
Your tears will speak for you
while your loss dries up all words.

The spreading tearstains
on my shoulder
are eloquent enough.
Loss strikes you dumb. That's okay.  Just find someone to hold you.
 Jun 2019 Lot
Born
Blue IV
 Jun 2019 Lot
Born
I've heard stories
Lived some stories
And hated most stories

The regrets of being human
Follows me like a shadow

I've felt everything
now I feel empty

Tired of being
Tied to my own thoughts

I slowly try to crawl away
But to where
to whom
to why
 Jun 2019 Lot
sandra wyllie
The anger hides
the emptiness inside
But if the truth did show
I guess you would know
of the displaced self
When there's no one else
who could take control
I hand you my soul

Though I might be blind
I am not resigned
What I do not know
shall not be foe
I'm too strong to quit
give up on it.
The past remains.
Yet my path has changed.
And I must follow
the empty hollow
of a displaced self

And if freedom rings
I'd give up these things
to let in the light
that brought me sight
Though this shape is bent
it’s heaven sent
If you believe in prayer
then all is fair

It's a beauty song
that rang along.
But I just heard it when
I believed, and then
it sang for me
in a higher key.
And so shall it resound
now that I am found!
 Jun 2019 Lot
Kurt Philip Behm
With age in my body,
but youth on the page

A sword old and rusted,
now tempers with rage

These bones may be brittle,
with feet slow to drill

But fire still burns
—in my memory and will

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
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