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 42° 
mourningritual
I had a father once
one who committed one too many sins
so I donā€™t know why it surprised me so
when there was finally one I could not forgive

was this not his legacy all along?
irresponsibility and negligence and abuse
and never knowing right from wrong

I am a victim of my fathers demons
my mother even more so
his fists and his ire and his indifference
pummeled us and refused to let us grow

why was I so surprised
after a life time of deviancy and ire
that my father would be the same creature he is
bathing everyone else in his fire
 41° 
Fade To Black
Slipping through the veil of night
Beneath the far-flung skies,
She flutters like a sail in flight---
She feeds her frail heartā€™s delight---
She turns to hail the morning light
Beneath the star-hung skies

Aurora, in Her cloak of grey
Sweeps back the shifting dark---
As dawn reveals the stroke of day
And nighttime goes it's smokey way---
The sky's deep blue now broken, frayed,
Sweeps back the lifting dark
 40° 
Prathiksha jain
Wt should I forget?Ā Ā 
Ā The hand I've never held
Or the eyes we never stared
Ā Ā Memories we never had
Ā  Or the laugh we never shared
Ā Ā Ā Ā I had ntg to forget about
Ā Ā But still it's hard to forget u
 40° 
David P Carroll
Sadness inside my heart
Palestinian children falling apart
And sadness deep inside my heart
And this constant battle
Of evil and hatred is tearing me apart
But I'll continue to fight
For freedom and justice
And find moments of light.
My Heart ā¤ļø
 36° 
Rubianne Foster
ā€œMama tried,ā€ Mama lied.
Mama stole your car and sold it for a price
Married five times, Mama never could decide.
Always called me ugly, but I have Mamaā€™s eyes.
Betrayed by fate, Mama hates that sheā€™s alive.
Stay up late at night just to hear Mama cry.
Itā€™s hard to feel pity when Mama casts you to the side.
There was never any love in the house where Mama resides.
But sure, Mama tried. Mama Tried.
 33° 
Alvian Eleven
I am a too bad person to go to heaven.
I am a too good person to go to hell.
If I die I will not go to heaven or hell.
I will continue my next reincarnation on earth.
I will be reborn in the liberated land of Palestine.
Coz I know the Satyayuga era will begin in the land of Palestine.
That country will triumph in the light and I want to be in it.


December 2024

By Alvian Eleven
 32° 
s anne
Donā€™t undress me
With your eyes.
I wish I could show you-
Raised, jagged, ugly marks
But I canā€™t.

So we dance
With clothes on,
Until you get bored.
 31° 
Path Humble
kindness is never free!

it has to be learned to be earned,
it is not a natural choice but comes
to live in our genes after observing
it beneficial impacts, it munificence,
a two lane highway, divided by a
dotted line,
so that it can go acrossĀ Ā fluidly,
a streaming with no unilateral
direction, reversing course as needed

nope, not free, it comes with callused
hands lifting up a fallen one, even better,
taking unasked anotherā€™s elbow for safe
guidance, kindness prevents, making its
value greater than pears and rubies, yes,
it is infectiousā€¦

because you cannot receive it,
or returned,
until youā€™ve taught its
beauteous character,
seeing is believing,
tasting is knowing,
itā€™s shocking power is astounding,
a special
sounding that requires
not words, but words
and actions, a total package,
for it completes
the human far beyond
mere existenceā€¦
Oct 2023
 30° 
SkiJ
You are my sunshine, my gentle light,
The warmth that holds me through the night.
When skies are heavy, and shadows fall,
Your voice, your smile, it breaks them all.

But clouds will gather, and time may fade,
The golden hues begin to shade.
Yet in my heart, you'll always stay,
My sunshine bright, my brightest day.
 28° 
J
The sea is a man who takes without asking
bruising you endlessly, soft as undertow
His touch a quiet violence
Yet still people come, drawn to the light
the shimmer of morning sun on water
The glint of shells and sea glass bright
Seeing only the beauty, the grace
not what lurks beneath the surface
The sea knows how to hit
To drag you back and carve his name deep
A quiet ache left in the wake of water
Salt water slips into the cracks
Spreads like fingers on skin
Darkening every place it touches
he takes what he wants and leaves what he likes
her pain eroding into the shore
and while the tide still hurts
and the salt still bites
she can do nothing but
whisper defiance
into the night
 26° 
Marty T Ottman
Distasteful floods my conscience, as subtle has it replicates.
A monster that was deep inside, the fires in your eyes.
Unlisted heart to confide,  just to surmise the glimmer in those skies.

No end in sight yet, we will be fine.
Verge of a new day's break, wasting daylight. What a beautiful master design as im a held captive upon the confinds of your time.

(Will add on more later)
Been a while since I was active on here. I'm going to Reimpervise my old literature so it's more pleasant and share some of my band stuff I've been conjuring up.
Arcane influenced
 25° 
nivek
wind is master of today
blowing off the Atlantic

she brings purity of breath
makes the Sycamores dance

all huddle in their nests
creatures one and all.
 25° 
Arla
Love and fire are equals.
You may come close,
and be warmed in comforting armsā€”
but getting too near
will always
burn
you.
 25° 
Taru Marcellus
I was in it
Yes, it was real
Still is
It just changed
As all things do
I do not fault nature its cycles
I do not cling to any moment
besides this one
on love...
 24° 
Z
Cry today and smile tomorrow,
Through all the pain remember happiness is only borrowed.
Smile today and cry tomorrow,
Then sadly after joy is sorrows.

Whether the process of change is in progress,
Stress free suddenly next minute frustrated you stare,
Joy and sorrows both leave a long lasting scare.

Changing takes time and time is unpredictable,
Changing broken parts that are now unfixable.
The days of change, negativity and positivity exchanges ways
Both made an agreement for tears and smiles on separate days.

I am changing time alone will tell,
My flaws are acknowledged and I am trying.
In my point of view the effort is greater than the deed,
Because the deed can be done but a poor effort may not allow you to succeed.

Life needs a balance so there's good and there's evil,
There's animals, plants, sea, land, spirits and people.
Everything needs each other like Ying needs yang that type of fun,
Understand life is perfidious, good and evil makes the world go around.

Don't show me pity if I cry today, I'll smile tomorrow,
After all my pain surly happiness i shall borrow, But if I smile today, expect tears that my cheeks will swallow,
Karma sends her kisses of joy to prepare you for your tears of sorrows.
 23° 
Yonah Jeong
the great snow
eats noises
and makes stillness.
 22° 
Todd Sommerville
Seven minutes in heaven
A game kids use to play
I got my turn one warm summer day
It was meant as a joke
Just kids being mean
Sweet Susie Cooper
When I was only thirteen
I felt sorry for her, locked in a closet with me
The geek, the dork, full of anxiety
Six long minutes together
Alone in the dark
Then from out of nowhere I felt a spark
Just before the door opened
Sweet Susie, She kissed me
And broke my heart
https://youtu.be/wikqtyeCLMs?feature=shared
this has been added to my you tube channel
copy and paste the link or search @tsummerspoetry on you tube.
Thanks.
we have such unimportant work
here, that needs not be done.

today, another power house installed,

i have to let some things go
now, yet this remains.
 20° 
inkedsolace
That rush of euphoria fighting into our head,
Jolt of adrenaline creeping to the places we tread,
Reckless actions thrown up for the sake of this sensation,
What more can this be called...
but a poison created of our own volation?
 19° 
Heavy Hearted
Once Again- I don't know...
Deep, inside
the memories I left behind-
Close my eyes,

And remain helpless-
Again
To the fear.
Are you for real?
 19° 
The Machine
There's a red fiery to mountains
and a blue glaze to the skies,
a dream wish we were in it
and spoken never awoken,
fireworks to the bicycle spokes,
child crashes with a big bang,
and the red blood has now woken
to a song, never have been sung.
 18° 
Liz
The melody of your heart, my laughters
Source,

But now, I see through your ruse.

You exploit my joy, you have no care,
Only self serving games, I swear.

Foolish me, to believe in your tune,
Naive a puppet, hanging on your cue.

You'd exploit laughter, leave me with none,
My heart you've used, but now I'm done.

Careless and cold- love fairness missed,
I've longed for you,
Felt deeply,
In my chest.

No requited affection in sight,
Just your acts, your games,
Your plays and spite.

Used as a toy, just a game you play,
Never the object of your tenderness-
Or sway.

You've hidden behind scorn,
Fearing vulnerabilities touch,
An addiction grows, belittling,
Demeaning you, so so much.

Is your heart torn by the truth of your own feelings,
Or is it that anger masks the only shield you're wielding?

Have you forgotten what it's like to feel any other way,
Lost in the shadows your anger casts-
Each day?


You've played your part, just as i've played mine,
Caught in this dance, again-
And again, I find.
I question truth, I settle for the lies,
I tell myself Iā€™m stronger, but still, I disguise.

Your melody lures me, a song I once knew,
A tune that onced soothed, now made untrue.
Iā€™ve begged for silence, a break from the noise,
But I'm lost in a world where you're always the voice.

Iā€™m stuck in webs, to tangled to see,
The cains you've woven-
they still cling to me.

Your laughter and lies, they still pull me near,
A puppet, a fool, caught in the fear,

And so it continues, the endless refrain,
Iā€™ll scream, Iā€™ll cry, yet still I remain-
Waiting for you, waiting for change.
 18° 
betterdays
High tide ebbs away
Leaving surprised immigrants
In temporary accommodations.
Awaiting the next surge out.
 18° 
CJ Kitty
Sure they all say
Putting yourself together again is possible
But everyone fails to mention
That jagged edges will never fit the same
Glueing together sharp sides
May keep it all together for now
But
Only one drop away
From returning to a fractured state
 17° 
Muskan Jatav
Let them....

Let them make fun of you..
Let them pull you down....
Let them broke your courage...
Let them made you in trouble...


Let them enjoy.   on your defeat,
       your rejection,
              your failure,
  
But never let them,
to broke your confidence...

Than,
One day,
   you will conquer all the hurdles,
      Acquire all you want,
              Face all the problems,

Till than,
Let them..
 17° 
Moss
forget about me
u can move on
im becoming okay
with the pain
forget about me
i can't forget
I hope ur new home isn't as empty as mine is without u
 17° 
Frances Raeburn
Hereā€™s the thing
the missing
never leaves
we just learn
that love
is just as real
from afar.
 16° 
Cassian
I'm so confused

Scars mar my heart

Unsure of which path

Would be right to chose

I'm tired of being used

I gave you my options

But you simply refused

My mentality I feel you

Purposefully abused
 16° 
Nat Lipstadt
begin this life in a wordy
but wordly habit, daily,
father-gifted, though different,
in form and language selected,
ā€˜tis the one and ā€˜tis the same

tally, a counting combination
of all that has been done, for both
better & worse, blessing/curse,
the key: revamp review reset
this day upcoming and welcome
all the major tasks, minor miracles,
that one can effect,Ā Ā select, elect!
by choice, a freedom so great it
tenderly rips joy thoroughly into
and from my cells, and my body
is enlightened, uplifted in this,
now a preposition, a conjugation, a

state of composition,

for the tasks given, the granted,
those that must be taken, those most
difficult, when knowing their choice,
entails pain, untempered, and
requires establishing a two edged
position of composureā€¦

this is a hard and an easy
new proposition I create,
hard for I write on a tiny
phone screen, in letters so
small. it keeps me humbled,
a reminder of having
lived a span well
beyond belief,
for one took\gave body a
careless comfort,
giving little
of the differring
kind of nutrition in order
to live life, well and purposed

hard too, for my body has wept,
a steady stream of silent tears.
unceasing as I scribe,
making vision difficult, the
insight salty but clear and the
words contained within them,
flood for easy laying-down

for this AM workout of counting,
lists up and down, so many items,
of differring nature, even now
noticing for the very fitting first time,
the subtle hint within
differring,
for it possesses a doubling
of the enormity, the division
of what has been already
accumulated and what yet,
needs accomplishing, the tally
needy for resolving looking past,
for seeing with yet more tears
fast-as-you-can-forward

the tally never ends, paused only
for a quick question/happy deletion
of, and a resolute immediate, moving on:

Where do I stand,
what is my position?


keep on keeping on,
tallying has no finale,
no sunning/summing up,
for another day
will yet follow,
for you, and
your own
tallying must
goes on, on
and
not even,
nor even,
odd,
when mine,
mine no long,
and the
and yets,
no longer
commence
646am dec 18 2024
 16° 
jules
the worldā€™s got a habit
of chewing you up,
spitting you out
like a bad cigarette.
it doesnā€™t care
how many dreams youā€™ve got,
how many scars
youā€™ve earned.

people will smile at you,
talk about hope
like itā€™s something you can hold in your hands,
but they never mention
how it slips through your fingers
like sand
and disappears
before you can even grab it.

they tell you
thereā€™s always a way outā€”
but you know better,
donā€™t you?
the exits are all locked
and the keys
are hidden in places
nobody bothers to look.

so you drink,
you smoke,
you **** up again and again,
and maybe you smile,
but itā€™s a lie,
a desperate lie,
just like everything else
they told you.

the truth?
the truth is,
no oneā€™s coming to save you,
no oneā€™s going to rewrite the rules,
no oneā€™s going to put you back together
after you break.

youā€™ll just keep going,
because what else is there?
and the world will keep spinning,
chewing,
spitting,
until youā€™re nothing
but dust in its mouth.
 16° 
Peter Garrett
Perhaps we weren't
Fated toĀ much more
Than disaster
Anyway
Such a lovely trainwreck...
 15° 
Mrs Timetable
Good morning
Is
More thanĀ Ā 
A wish
Or
A happiness
I have for you
Seems
An endearment
Is in order
Since we left
Each other
While
We dreamt
Greetings
 15° 
Bekah Halle
Awkward and lanky,

not a boy and not yet a man.

Youth, litheness; potential

and yet, still teachable.
 15° 
Thea
When I was young, life seemed like an open sky,
endless and blue, gentle as a whisper,
with sunlit mornings, warm and golden,
and nights that folded softly, never too dark.
Back then, we believed in heroes, in kindness,
in happy families, in laughter
that spilled freely across the dinner table,
in parents who kept us safe, tucked in tight,
shielded from storms, untouched by the worldā€™s weight.

But now, with eyes open wide,
I see the jagged lines,
the fractures hidden behind closed doors,
the rot thatā€™s seeped into every corner,
of homes, of hearts, of the earth itself.

I see a world teeming with cruelty,
where broken things are shrugged off,
where pain is passed around like an old family heirloom,
where wrong is worn like a second skin,
something weā€™ve all grown used to, too tired to shed.
So many are hollow, hiding unseen scars,
walking through days that cut deeper than weā€™d admit,
haunted by what the world took from them,
hearts shattered, lives upturned, faith crumbled into dust.

Once, I thought love was unbreakable,
that families held tight through the years,
but Iā€™ve watched the vows unravel,
seen love grow tired, thin as paper,
and trust fracture into tiny shards
that can never be pieced back together.

Mental battles rage in silence,
quiet wars fought in the shadows,
the weight of it all hidden behind polite smiles,
as we march on, as if nothing is wrong,
as if we arenā€™t bleeding beneath these layers
of what we show, of what we hide.
Itā€™s as if the world itself has turned,
into something sharp-edged, unforgiving,
like weā€™re all just ghosts haunting each other,
too afraid to ask if weā€™re all this broken.

I remember a time, or maybe I imagine itā€”
when life was simpler, softer,
when even the wind seemed gentler,
and our dreams felt safe in our hands.
Was it real, that time before I knew
how people could hurt, could betray, could destroy?
Or was I shielded by the naivety of youth,
by some shield that faded as I grew?

Maybe the world was always like this,
a place that tears at the seams,
but I was wrapped in a bubble, too young to understand,
too innocent to see the cracks in the fabric.
Or maybe itā€™s the world thatā€™s changed,
grown crueler, colder, hungry for pain.

Yet somewhere, deep in the shadows,
something small still whispers,
that not all light has been swallowed,
that thereā€™s goodness hidden in pockets, in people,
a kindness that survives despite the ruin,
a hope that flickers, even as darkness swarms.

Iā€™ve felt it, in the gentle touch of a friend,
in the warmth of a strangerā€™s kindness,
in moments so fleeting theyā€™re almost forgottenā€”
but theyā€™re there, small sparks that remind me
of a world not entirely lost, of hearts that still beat soft.

Maybe itā€™s foolish to hold to this hope,
to believe that something better remains,
but I canā€™t let go of it, not yet,
because if Iā€™ve seen the good, if Iā€™ve felt it,
then maybe others can too,
maybe it can spread, like a quiet rebellion,
maybe it can grow stronger than the hurt,
maybe it can heal us all, if only we let it.

I want to believe that life isnā€™t this cruel,
that the beauty I once saw wasnā€™t a lie,
that beneath this worldā€™s scars and shadows,
thereā€™s a place where love, kindness, and grace
still take root, grow tall, and reach toward the sun.

And maybe, just maybe, if we hold on tight,
if we spread what goodness we have left,
the world can find its way back,
before the darkness takes it all.
I feel more compact than a toy whistle wrapped in toilet paper on the end of a cane pole when I'm in your Egyptian tunnel. I reckon (or guess) that's what eternal love is temporarily all about. You can't eat spaghetti without a tongue.
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