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 Feb 2021 S Sharma
Anna Mink
This mannequin is freer than me
I’m treed to taxes and age
She stands beautiful and pale beyond the beautician’s windowdoor
Glass cannot hinder one’s sight
A primrose crown my daughter made for her naked head now wilts
Still she is unaffected by life, the stoic Apolinaria

~ A.M, F.H.
Edited & Published 21st of February 2021.
Written 21st of January 2021.
 Feb 2021 S Sharma
Joseph Miller
The more enlightened
   you become
the more power
   you have

to create
a new mind
a new life
a new world!
 Feb 2021 S Sharma
Jason
Fun
 Feb 2021 S Sharma
Jason
Fun
The most fun I ever had
Was making you laugh
**** a copyright who cares steal it
it's only my heart
This carving knife
Tears skin
Like plucking threads;
The pain of the mind
Let out
Through physical response,
Immeasurable.
A tear,
A grain of sand,
Time ticks
Present to past.
It’s an awful state
To survive
In such a way;
Not even living,
Just pulling through
On a razor blade
To appease the nightmare—
The shadow;
What an awful presence.
20 lines, 314 days left.
 Dec 2020 S Sharma
Hugo Pierce
As a child
I always used to love the swings
begging my mum
to go higher and higher
flying through the air
the chains crashing about
addicted to that feeling
now I'm only swinging from the ceiling
 Nov 2020 S Sharma
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
.


Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 Nov 2020 S Sharma
Rafaldini
feign
 Nov 2020 S Sharma
Rafaldini
There are words of hate
into words of pain
building words of regret
through words in vain

my life our life
it just doesn't really matter
fake parts of the silk
fading moisture on milk
a gentle
dreadful
wind-whisper-ghost

— The End —