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Julia Hones Jul 2018
Your life is made of distant springs and falls,
a straight route is not
what you own
for hurricanes and storms divert your path
to new horizons.

Will you find horseshoe *****, mussels, clams
on the stopovers?
Food awaits you
if the shores are not ravaged
by human greed, ignorance.

Your resilience is written in B95's ordeals,
a mosaic of adventures ingrained in his own cells.

The threads of your trips assemble
the places of Mother Earth connected in its roles;
nothing is detached in the collective harmony of souls.

Red knot shorebird,
peaceful messenger,
icon of strength without rage,
your story is the universal flight of awareness
waiting to be heard.
Red knot shorebirds are endangered birds due to human greed and ignorance. B95 is a survivor who has traveled the moon and halfway back in terms of distance.
The Dybbuk Apr 2018
I grip the barbed wire that I use a rein,
For this beast of a world that I cannot yet tame,
I grit my teeth and I hold my breath,
The name of my lover is death.
I kneel in the salt as I am abused,
With cables and whips, yet I am amused,
Blood hits the floor, and I smile at the stain,
The name of my lover is pain.
I spit out the words that I hear in my soul,
Reciting them from this internalized scroll,
I gather my demons and open the gate,
The name of my lover is hate.
Oni Olusegun Jun 2017
The Benz was the apple of my eyes.
I had to sell it.
Nigeria is broke
So am i
charley gwenn Oct 2018
a person disappears.
their life, and the lives they touched,
transformed in an instantaneous destructive silence,
their souls unreachable

Real Death

she is there when I go to sleep
and gone when I awake
and I can't make art about this
it's not for this.

I feel lost and alone
in a hostile world that does not make sense
and I feel as if we are all tumbling into darkness
one by one
Caroline
******
I hold on tight

I want to take this world apart but I feel weak and powerless to do this

I want never to be ashamed of this part of my life again; never to hide

Caroline and ****** were not ashamed
and if there is one single solitary thing I can do
it would be to carry this on for them, to refuse to hide
who I am
who they were
who we are

STAY WEIRD
FIGHT ANYONE
Do what it takes to survive this.
Do any ****** thing it takes.
I refuse "Live Fast, Die Young."

Live Hard, Live Long.

Live hard, live long, feel pain, go on, wake up, keep going, keep going, keep going, grow old, keep going, spit blood at the camera, outlive all friends, last woman alive, unending desert, so many stars, limitless, endless stars, throne standing alone in the desert, and yourself, alive and ravishing.

I loved Caroline and ******
but I refuse to follow them.

I must hold on.
on july 15th, i learned my close friend ****** had ended her life. her girlfriend had ended her life about a month and a half before that. they are both gone now. i wrote this two days later.

i borrowed some from john darnielle here. i give my respect and thanks to him.
Daisy Marrow Nov 2013
And right before your eyes I'm dying
and breaking,
falling to pieces.
You try to pick them up but they turn to dust in your hands.
You find yourself gripping your hair and turning to tears
not quite sure you're fully letting this sink in.
You've been in this hospital chair for so many years
but you never thought that one day it'll actually come to an end.
This is the last time you find yourself here
This is the last time you'll hear me say your name.

I'm you're little brother, not a soldier.
I wasn't built for a life on the line.
I did what you told me and I'm drained out.
You regret it
I know, you told me so many times over.
But that doesn't fix it,
It won't make me better this time.

I'm lying here, breathless.
And I want you to know
That I'm okay with letting go.
I'll finally get to rest
After all these years.

Tell me what you have to say
and I'll carry it to my grave
to think of all the time.
You'll still be my brother
even when I'll be on the other side,
and you're left here to create fresh tracks
on your own without someone as your guide.
Dean and Sam Winchester
Supernatural
Tommy Randell Jun 2017
You are not to know
Your words tear me apart
I would rather you were
Oblivious

You are not to understand
The pain I feel
The casual cruel memories
Your words bring back

You are not to blame
For the raging fire
The scorching inferno
My tatterdemalion self

You are not to guess
My triggers of depression
Which bring me
To abjection

You are not to have power
In my company
Over me
Or any other

You are not to exist
As a threat any more
You are not 'TO BE
OR NOT TO BE'

You are not a doubt
In my life to me
I want you to get this
This Certainty

You are not my childhood
You are not my past
I am not
What you did to me!
Tommy Randell Jun 2017
Is there a mountain in your day for you today,
Something you have to do, or fail?

Someone difficult to meet perhaps and get along with,
Someone you see as a task, that person who just doesn't fit?

Someone no longer there, who cannot be seen or touched,
Whose absence from your day makes things a little too much?

Is life a hill for you today, a slogging upward path,
Where you'll count your steps one by one, and then take two more back?

Is it pain that saps your willingness, is it fear, embarrassment, or worry,
Makes the day ahead a little too steep to set out on in a hurry?

Or Debt, that wall of glass too sheer, too slippery for a foothold,
Hangs there like a frosted fog that chills you with a numbing cold?

Maybe today is just one more day on your solitary lonely trek
That bereavement, divorce, or just not being loved is the test?

Each day is a maze of questions, a confusion of zigzags and choices,
We all look up some mornings wishing we had easier options.

The trick is to not see the mountain, the trick is to know in your heart
What the world needs is for you to be in it, and each day is a brand new start.

Your path is the way up the mountain for you to find and to share,
The hills we climb are inside us, they don't take us to just any Where -

Success or failure doesn't matter, it's not triumph or victory or glory;
Each day that place you come to, that you are there will be your Story.


Tommy Randell 08th June 2017
i don't know what makes me mad more
first time when i saw you, i felt that you're the one
or last time when i saw you, i realized you weren't the one


Muhammed Emin KUŞASLAN
That was a part from the poetry that I wrote which is called "I'm Not With You"
You can read full version from this link. http://survivalinstinctspoetry.blogspot.com/2018/08/im-not-with-you.html

My Instagram: @eminkusaslan
Thanks for reading.
We devour our own hearts,
as they speak dialects we cannot
comprehend. As it trembled in
our hands, bleeding, throbbing
in our wake. Today, we're not
meant for survival, we're
surgical addicts. You can't
amount to what you're
supposed to be if you're not
whole-
I've been working on a large poem, in the meantime, this one just kinda came to me.
All feedback is welcome and appreciated
William A Poppen Oct 2018
Storm winds from the west
Send us scurrying down the plank
Steps into the dank basement
Sounds become deafening as the
Skies darken

Whatever is happening
Is only visible through a four-paned
Window no larger than a newspaper

At age seven this is all new
Thunder, lightening, storms
Have come and gone
Usually starting in the west
Among growing and billowing clouds
This time the darkness is heavy
Winds blow straight yet swirl simultaneously

A look of fear unlike any he has seen before
Covers his mother’s face

His father, a man of few words and a placid personality
Forces new wrinkles upon his worried forehead

The hay barn slides across the yard
Walking as though each wall has legs
Slowly collapsing, it crumbles into the granary
Once it lands the storm begins to abate
They will survive
Slowly, step by step his father, then his mother
And finally he ascend to view what damage
Has occurred.  One view and he knows the answer
The devastation is real and substantial
Survival, storms, childhood
Robin Lemmen Jul 2018
When you smile I come undone
The threads of these carefully
Picked out lies start falling apart
And it scares me to give in
When for so long these wounds
Have kept me busy
Occupied so I did not need to worry
About living life
Too constrained with keeping them clean
Hung up on survival
My rearview mirror guiding
Broken bones set on mending
Energy spent
Tired eyes shut
Life, passing by
now i'm strong
not because i found love
cuz i lost the fake one

now i'm free
far away from you

now i'm safe
cuz i'm not with you.


Muhammed Emin KUŞASLAN
That was a part from the poetry that I wrote which is called "I'm Not With You"
It's about getting rid of the toxic relationship.
You can read full version from this link. http://survivalinstinctspoetry.blogspot.com/2018/08/im-not-with-you.html

My Instagram: @eminkusaslan
Thanks for reading.
MJL Mar 24
You survived and learned how it ends
Death's breathy review still warms your nose
Your first draft in ashes
“Twice upon a time”
The short story begins
Enter The Gift
Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
No blustering drama here at all
Simply still, on stage
Alive
In every scene
Playhouse to Broadway
Overnight
A hit
My Fair Life
Rita Sailor Jan 8
i moved down the street
across the pub you've done your drinking at
the new guy's sorry to say
your name doesn't ring a bell
                                                  guess five minutes is five munites now
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