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  Aug 31 lana
Germaine
“…and i could write
i could write so good and well

scary ghost stories

and the voices that made you yell

whispers in the scary dark
makes you wanna scream

fogginess in the park
a nightmare-ish dream”
lana Aug 31
nobody understands loneliness till you have nobody to call
nobody understands loneliness till all your summer plans turn to fall

nobody understands it till you are sitting alone decorating your christmas tree
or your only valentine, is when you look in the mirror, you see

years go by,
and the seasons change,
but the condition,
just stays the same

you can try to fight it
try to find the cure
but these people you want to trust?
you do not feel so sure

because you can be surrounded by others
in a sea of warmth and kindness,
when all you find is drowning
and your eyes are open to everyone’s blindness

because, as grounded as a willow tree,
nobody understands loneliness better than me
a feeling of isolation no matter who your with or what you’re going through
lana Aug 30
nobody expects to open a door to an empty room
unless you are me
a thick layer of smoke
i forgot that someone once spoke
here
but we don’t need words anymore

you clear the smoke out with a fan
and there it is
a party
with candles
it is the most bizzare of them all

stringers that used to be saturated
cups that used to be filled
plates that used to be not empty
a seat that used to be my favorite

u walk through and u feel the presence
of everything and nothing all at once
i used to feel hesitant
and now i feel nothing at all
because there is no more need for fronts

my party with candles were met with screams and shouts
but nobody feels more fear than when the candles are blown out
failed birthday party
  Aug 29 lana
Peter Gerstenmaier
Hand me a cigarette
And tell me another
Beautiful lie before
The sundown
What a lovely scene...
  Aug 28 lana
CantSeeMe
staring at a screen
it says ‘bad gateway’
what does it mean?

I don't know
but I've seen this before
that's why I'm in
survival mode
it's gonna be okay
I'll just take the next road
left

writing poems...
in my head
  Aug 20 lana
Draginja Knezi
i am

i am that one
and i am those two.
these three and four
that rock and roll
and roll the ball.

i ball.
i score.
i snore.

i’m on all four,
all five and all six.
i’m up at seven,
i’m up in heaven,
and i'm late to wait till eight.

i am the one
running in the sun.
i am a child
with a mind that went wild.
i am one of the kind.

i am the one
and i am another.
i am a mother,
her neighbor, his brother,
and that cat’s worst enemy’s best friend.

i am the happy end.
i am a hand to lend.

i am.



i am a dream.
touch me.
catch me.

i am a wind.
i blow.
feel me.
change me.

i am the cause,
the power,
a flower.

lust me.
trust me.

i am a bird
that you've never heard.
i am the sign,
a story,
a word.

think me.

i am a whale
for a while.
i am a star
not so far.
i am a tear
not that near.

swim in me.
i am love.
imagine me.
find me.
try me.

i am an ice cream.
i scream -
scream me.
see me.
i am an eye.
here's me.
be me.

i am.



i am on.
and i’m off
somewhere
over the rainbow
over the moon.

i’m now
i’m close
i’m soon.

i’m western bound
in the underground
near lost
and found.

in the promised land
and at land's end
and a dead end
with a friend
with umbrella in my hand.

in even socks
at eastern docks
outside of the box
around the clocks.

im now
and three minutes ahead
not bad
one block behind.

before
and beyond
and betwixt
and between
and be-gone.

and i'm gone.
and i’m on.

i am.
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