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Mel Williams Sep 2019
I feel alone in this
Place of instabilty and fear.
I did not know that love
Was so indeterminant,
So creatively malicious.
I want to be my own lover.
My own assurance.
But I also know you now.
And therefore,
My point is useless.
Keith W Fletcher Oct 2019
Someday soon
this space
will be empty
No for rent sign
Will bring to mind
What used to be
The occupant  who
Truly fought to do
All he could
thinking that should
Be enough to sustain
The publics relation
The joining together
Through true considerations
Re•noun•ced  reverberations
Pronoun•ced vowel use
In sentencing alliteration
To solitary inconsiderations
In deliberations or  indeterminant
Interrpretations.
So in the end
resulting  Inclinations  
may have hinged upon
That period
with an overriding Exclamation  
marking the end
extinguishing the flame
accepting that the now dark  emptiness
May have
Tried  to guess... as they did their best
To seek out some exclamation  mark
but in the end, they could not bend
It into a question mark  
For
The end came like a thief in the night
Leaving an emptiness all but unnoticed  
As poem after poem came tumbling down
Torn loose by the very same hand
that  also once wrote us
Someday soon  this space will be empty
With no  "for rent " signs  to  remind 
 anyone
That anything ever even existed herein.
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Torin Feb 2016
Each night has grown colder
The bitter winter wind with no symbolence of summer
My body grown numb
Anxious and tired with the torn up pages
From a novel about a ghost and a wishing well
I wish you well
But this night is forever
The indeterminant darkness and my somnolence persisting
My mind, my weariness
Hopeless with the frozen color of loss
And the feeling of losses despair
What is lost beyond repair

If you love something
Let it go
If it comes back to you
You'll know
I loved you
And so I had to
I let you go
Knowing you were never coming back

I feed off of the blood
And now as a living dead
I can look in the mirror
But I can't see myself anymore
I howl at the moon
I roam through the night
With a knife in my chest
And the thought of a last goodbye

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