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HEAD SPACE

Ive changed all the locks and the ways to my heart

Ive patched up the holes you tore all apart

Repainted the lies you captured me with

Remodeled my life from pain to pure bliss

I no longer miss you, I pity your soul

Ive worked long and hard to patch up these holes

The space is all new 

I can rent it out

This space is all mine and what Im about

Your key will not work

y...

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Also by terra loop:

I saw God today |

relationshipheartbreakabusepainheartbrokensurvival love

Going To The Store

 

An old family tradition

Going To The Store for groceries

back in time every neighborhood

had a independent grocery

mom & pop

living over the store

kids stocking shelves

personalized meat market

bottles returned for 2cents

we knew the proprietors

by their first name

we knew their families

we grew up with them

the independent store on the corner

the anc...

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Also by d.knape:

Slow Learner | Stale Bread | Stale Bread | West Texas Rhapsody | The Interview | Out Of Date | Something Fishy | The Visit | Rank Amateur | Timeshare | Write Out Loud | Useful Idiot | Goldfish | Butterfly Words | Hatched | Web Cookies | I Write Poetry | Water | Internet | Texts | A Love Poem | The Walking Dead | Mourning Dove | Mourning Dove | Texas Chickens | Corner Man | Something Important | If It's Broke, Fix It | The Wiggly Apostrophe | A Room Full Of Poets | GNU | Mistakes | When I Go |

He Never Returned

Loving Aunties never moved

in case one day

the door might open

instead time marches on

welcome mat gathers dust

baby cousins enter life

not knowing his smile

the family left behind

still wait,still hope

ten years have passed

since being dropped off

in Manchester city centre

traveling to a hostel

for a few days

disappearing into thin air

no goodbye messa...

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Also by Nigel Astell:

We Stay Strong |

Ten years to this very day he went away

Iceflower

 

Ice in the wind this storm black night

Stings me awake

To walk the sodden way again.

Again this ex-communication

No black candles, no witches’ curses,

No lifting of the gloom

Just shivering in a room.

Imagining an iceflower

Shimmering in the heat

Of a living body

This genesis of the heart

Tells me

‘we are not who we think we are’

 A phoenix made in time ...

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Also by John E Marks:

Princess | Upward Over the Mountain | Regret | Children | Lies Denied | WIND-BLOWN | MOZART | Salt made from tears | Last line missing | Orthodox Blues | Paralysis | Tommy | At Risk | The Alpha and Omega | The cloths of heaven | To the crags, where eagles soar |

Spider fear

"I am an insect and I live in the grass,

Terrified of being eaten at every blade that I pass.

I look out for spiders,nasty,evil and scary,

With numerous eyes,sharp fangs and feet that are hairy.

Pursued by a spider once I'm lucky to be still alive.

He was distracted by a fly,thankfully I did survive."

 

Spiders inspire fear like few animals will.

Lurking in webs lying ready...

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Also by hugh:

A shock for Jock | The three wishes | Follow up to a dirty girl | Alcoholic Aid,but unfortunately a wee rejection | mildred | An examination twist | A bill con | A catastrophy | Anya | Dolly folly | A wee error | the smile on your face | So many ANTS! | A satisfaction nightmare | I made a mistake | 4-letter words! | Shell sequel | No wind in the Willows ! | The transfer of pain machine | Its fly day, the tenth of August | A sad wish | A tragedy in Jerusalem | It started with a sneeze | Don't drink and drive! | Football crazy | A little bit of flirt | It was difficult to digest what had happened | "White" said Fred | Read the lids | No milk to drink | How to console a poor cook after a catastrophy |

Mess

Mess

 

My poetry at times it does

Get me in such a mess

The grammar's bad the spelling wrong

A mess I must address

 

But this is not the mess I mean

This hits me from the rear

My verse it gains a sudden soul

And in my eye, a tear

 

It seems that I can have two messes

One in poetic script

The other on a deeper plane

Emotions getting ripped

 

Don Ma...

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Also by Don Matthews:

Drunk Fairy Grounded | FUN BUS Trip to BBC Archives : Pete and Dud | Bipolar Mania : An Example Of | Watcha Cooking Up Don? | Just Kill Me | A Good Stand-Up Comic | Balance | Princess Puss Goes to Yodel School | Bedazzle | House I Hear You Calling | Swissy Miss | The Festival of Britain 1951 For Those Who Can Remember | Oh Little Ant | Spike and I and the Factory of Human Daleks | My Premature Saturday Shorts Poem | My Neurons Are Going Away | Spelling Errors | Spike and I, and the School of Silliness | Brian, You Get Mind Muck-Ups ? | My Verse Is Quite Frustrated | FUN BUS: Celebrates National Hottie Day | WOL's New Rhymers Club | FUN BUS : Don Patents Our Bus | A Family That Kills Together |

Time has Fallen

cold is the loss

 

as strangers pass - within us

 

this emptiness - is all of you

 

bereft - is that smile I miss of you 

 

that warmth, of brightness

 

so near was I - that moment of truth,

                           when I met your gaze

 

in reality, I lost - for love felt

                             was my insecurity

 

time has fallen as tears - ...

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Also by DESMOND CHILDS:

Liberté | The cello player | We’ll meet again | Breathless | The Opal of my eye |

"Love Song From the Ledge"

Love Song From The Ledge

Craig James Ackerman

Mid

Western

Front

Records

2018

 

The crust has begun to form along the edges of my innocence.

Like a vinyl tablecloth at an old Italian restaurant.

Used to be bright, red and hopeful.

Now dull, faded and nihilistic.

Grasping at the last fleeting straws of pigment.

Generations late of change.

Soon to be folded u...

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SWEET SIMPLICITY

Sweet Simplicity

you entice me with your beauty

 

To live in the darkness of complexity

stops my heart from beating

 

Child like smiles turn to

frowns

 

My door stays closed

as does my mind

when I am approached with

dark matter

 

I run and search for you

Sweet Simplicity 

 

For I know you will fill my soul

with tranquility

and keep my attent...

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Also by lynn hahn:

LOVE GARDEN | MOONSHINE | MORNING WALK |

Good comments

Good comments 

Friday, 31st August 2018

 

It is reciprocal 

for any individual

to respond the call

and smash the wall

 

yes, if one comes with the gesture

make sure

that he is  responded with

an answer clearly worded 

 

but not always

as it may not show the orderly way

to read and respond

sometimes you may not find the mood

 

but make a point

...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

It's pleasure | Relief | The words are meant to | Masterstroke of the language | Take the pledge | Love with hatred | The heart burns | Faith keeps us | True creator | Simple mean | Feel no sore | The best method | The reasons for | With a rose in hand | The personal approach | Until the cessation | No to any reply | Honey testes | Perfect or imperfect | Emotions | under the magic spell | Struggle hard | Woman's part | Rise again | We promise | No happiness here | Feel the intensity | Looks so simple | Women everywgere | In the direction | So beautiful | Offer your self | The spirit soars high | Overcome the shock | The person knows | Let us be | Get in well | At first sight | In an easy time | No violation of the modesty | The day | So beautiful yourself |

Jadia4708au

Loving You Hurts

Loving you hurts

There are mornings I wake up, wondering if you survived the night

Hoping and praying that you didn't hurt yourself

Knowing that you probably

 

I worry I don't do enough

That I don't tell how much you mean to me enough

Waking up crying because I dreamt you had died

And it felt so real

 

If I could do anything to make stop your pain I would

But I'm p...

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Also by Melissa Wiens:

The Hypocrisy of Fashion | It's Easier Not to Care | Love Not Hate | We Have a Dream |

self harmbest friendssuicide preventionsuicidal thoughts13 reasons why

Where do I stand

Where do I stand with you, am I strictly a ghost?
Someone from recent past that you'll drain in the sea
Letting go of the fight without a blinking fee
That ruined your desire to form a loving host

Where do I stand with you, am I still in your heart?
Someone that makes you smile of our loving moments
Bringing you joyous thoughts and some laughing movements
When thinking of our love in our ...

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Also by Louis Audet:

For my captain | Breathing | The fun in the sun | Her smile | Getting out |

On Tents Left Behind At Festivals

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Spoken Word poetryfestivalcapitalismconsumerismperformance poetry

Riddle

I have felt the ruinous touch of time,

Ya,Time.

Many a times i am traumatized

By the facny of life,

Ya Life for sure.

I am in a trance to never awake,

the ripples touch my feet

I am in Lithe

numb in the lap of hyacinth..

I fell the every rhythm of my pulse

May not....

The tapestry keeps folding and unfolding

over and anon.

I'm lost in the riddle -

Have  I ...

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Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:

Weed | Wounds are sleeping here | Life Goes On | Bloom My Love | Open Market | Fading.. | Sweet Wound | THE BOG | Weapon |

Compulsive Manipulation

The monster digs it's claws in tight
I can't escape it, with all my might
I want to run away or hide
But today, with you, I stand to fight
The dark won't win, only light

I can feel the thread, moving my limbs
Like a puppeteer is pulling the strings
I see myself saying and doing these things
As the pied pipers' flute continues to sing

The voices that speak so clearly to me
Try to chan...

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Also by HayzTee:

Forced upon Friendly Fire | Have patience with our Pain | The Rollercoaster which we name Bipolar | I am Both (with audio by me) | I am Both | The Soul eaters | The Chronic Pain Game | Battle Cry | Many sides of the truth | The "C", forever with me. | Meant for Me | True Love never dies | Who are the real Monsters? | Opinions are not Fact |

Compulsive liarcompulsive manipulationcontroldeceptionfacadeknow when to walkliesmanipulationmental gamesmind gamesnot all actions require a reactionpuppeteerreactionstrengthwalk away

A Quiet Man

A Quiet Man

 

She sat among strangers, discarded pamphlets strewn everywhere.
A face smiling up at her from a photo on a chair.
Handsome and young, she could not leave him abandoned.
Picking them up she clutched them to her chest,
quickly walking away to join up with the rest.

 

As his friend of many years had sat waiting a few days before,
his love, his wife would not answer his ...

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Also by Taylor Crowshaw:

I Want | Beyond the Trees | Cooking up a Storm | The Fledgling | There is Beauty | Nanna is a Yodeller | The Feather | Her Heart | One Night | Man is the Beast | I Am An Orphan Now (Age 46) | Too Short for Shorts | The Book | An Acorn's Story | Nan's Lippy | Hope Ain't Gonna Float | You Held Me With Your Tears | A Hot Evening in August | Breathless | Ripped Away | The Fox Visited Me Last Night |

Someone to love me.

Someone to love me. 

 

Isn’t it funny? 

I could show up on your front door step after I’ve gotten done at the gym and find you with someone else. 

You could lie to me when you open the door and say “I don’t know I’m fucked up” 

But I stay because I just want someone to love me. 

You could abuse me with your words and your hands and leave scars. 

But I stay because I just want ...

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Hunger mistaken for thirst

 

wake up in pain
expecting the worst
mind driving again
you’re reassured

fine tune frequencies 
they still work
everything’s alright
life continues

aching you feel
doesn’t subside 
it only finds
new places to hide

obscure pleasures
continue their work
extreme measures
appear practical
 
dailyness takes 
what it claims it deserves
leaving you scratching at night
a hung...

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Venn Diagram | ...and now forgive us for a brief commercial interruption... | One View | Human Touch | Fuck Yesterday | My Agency | You can be too careful nowadays | The Lack | Someone selling out in front of you | time matters | Ways of Being | French Films | EOD | Life is Suicide | Reading Is Hard | Early Onset | The moving center | sensual gum | Hone Avenue | What am I supposed to do with this information |

Tit for Tat

Ok for one but not for another . Why pay Tariffs for some things . But not for Others . Do to them what they do to you . Then Fairness and Kindness will always show through .

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Also by Wendy Higson:

Scaremongering | Chosen Words | Believe | Let Your Feelings Show | Look Beneath | Free Speech | Sensibility |

dirty pigs

Cut deep into my flesh.

Tear me apart like a pig being slaughtered.

Take my heart and rip it to shreds

Make me feel again.

 

Tell me endearing lies.

Look into my eyes.

Paint me in the skys.

Take me in between the lines.

 

Show me your sorrow.

Your pain.

Show me everything.

 

 

 

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pain. sorrow. heart break

Haunted

As I type, I cry.

I cry a river of tears, 

enough to drown the whole world in. 

I thought I had cried enough.

I thought that they’d already killed all of my favorite characters

I thought everyone had already left.

The sky is stormy and you cannot see the stars.

Just like me. 

My stars have been hidden by the dark cloud of

depression and death. 

Even in giant crowds of...

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Also by Elle Shaine:

Spiderwebs | The Lies They Tell |

YOU ARE THE MUSIC - a song lyric

You are the music in my heart

And with each note I feel a part

Of some eternal symphony

Written just for you and me

 

You are the melody in my mind

And with its tune I always find

New meaning in this life I live

New ways to love, new ways to give

 

You are the song I've come to know

Wherever in this world I go

As sweet as any sung by birds

But they will never...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

THE NEW BATTLE OF BOSWORTH FIELD | LATE AUGUST IN NOTTING HILL | BY COOK OR BY CROOK | LIBERATION DAY | POETIC JUSTICE (a re-post for WOL newcomers' fun) | DOUBLE TALK | DO YOU REMEMBER MY ENGLAND? - a re-post | INSECTICIDE? | LIFE'S JOURNEY | SHORT SHRIFT | HUMOUR US! | WORLD YODEL DAY | THE PASSING OF A BILL - a longtime friend remembered | HOT STUFF - A Late Saturday Evening Reflection | THE CONTRARY YEAR | REST ASSURED |

Mama Fado

Before now was
      a song: 

You go to the graveyard to talk to yourself
      by black night remembering stars

More have sailed away
than can ever return
you have loved them all
and your love still burns

More still remain children
while trees around them grow
lilliputians of emotions
yet you love all you know

That love caught up with a miller
as he set out to sea
his sails ...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Atlantic Cliffs | A Letter, As A Dry Leaf | Sheep May Safely Graze | The Crowd   | Of Changeable Weather | The Leap | V. S. Naipaul 1932-2018 | Mindscapes | At Present | The World Of Slavery | Anon | All ThezeDreamz |

SUCCESS STORY

"I need to improve my media presence,"

said the weasel to the shrew.

"Some selfies and a profile page,

an agent should know what to do. 

No more slinking and stinking for me,

i'll lift my image

come out of the wild.

What think you?"

 

"Just wishful thinking, weasel words,"

replied the cunning and baleful shrew,

knowing full well the seed now sown

he took the ide...

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Also by ray pool:

MEMORIES IN THE MIST | AT THE END, OR IS IT THE BEGINNING? | ONOMATOPOEIA | INSPIRATION | HOSPITAL VISIT | NIGHT SUPER VISION | JUST BY THE FLYOVER | RIGHTS OF PASSAGE | MANDY O MANDY |

An Ode to Trouvaille

I have always been a whole person

Please don’t let what I now describe convince you otherwise 

But I left the other part of me in foreign country 

 

Endearment 

I love the way he says my name 

With words and phrases I have heard before 

But those that have not enlightened me until now 

I can breathe around him, more than mere survival 

 

I met him in a world where sum...

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travellingadventureforeignloveloss

Bless in a dress (Or just a coincidence that happened at the right place at the right time, I honestly do not know anymore)

With your new red dress,
you walk with such class,
whenever I see you,
you just push me away.

With your new red dress,
you've made my life a mess.

We used to walk along all through the day,
now I can hardly see you,
just wanna say this to your face,
you empty me out.

Like your new red dress,
you're already stained,
easy to wash it,
yet it'll never change your face.

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dressfacelove poemblesspoetry

dream 111111

The dream the dream the dream! I write like Liz Hand. The dark underbelly of the city. Not just people dying. All of it. Every city has one. All are the same. The dark 3am beat. Put my poem in your book. My dream of it. An artist painting an artist painting an artist  painting an artist... 

 

The big young potentially dangerous Russian stood in front of me. He thought what he had to say is i...

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dreamwritingimages

Daybreak moments

The day is emerging from its nightly slumber

opening its sleep weary eyes to peak at the surroundings.

The human race joins in this rebirth

every day is a new fresh feast for the senses.

 

What wonders do I behold

while walking on the near empty street

the distant golden orb shining

its warming rays on my naked face

 

The strimmer-man at his task

cutting forth the ...

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

A flower in bloom | Beautiful raindrops | View from on High | Tyranny digs its own grave | Ellie |

daybreakmindful

THEY MADE ME WEAR A NAPPY

(I've always thought there was a gap in the market for a fusion of top-rate poetry and a medical procedure.  A travelogue of my biopsy to test for prostate cancer.)

 

They made me wear a nappy

(I wasn’t very happy).

They said I might be needing

A pad to catch the bleeding

Of later crimson stainers

Which seeped out from my anus

Which had become right sloppy

From my prosta...

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Also by John Coopey:

THE DOCTOR FISH | TUGGING MY ROD | BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR | FROM CHRISTCHURCH TO POOLE | WHERE DO YOU GO TO, MY LOVELY? | I NEVER MEANT TO..... | HALF A MILE AWAY | BREAST FEEDING IN PUBLIC | BENN | NUTS | FATHER AND SON |

hiding places (discernment)

In the quiet I listen to some

whispered words you've spoke

 

and some you never have--

 

it's like putting my ear to a conch

and hearing all the silence we protect

 

being lifted from concealment by a noisy sea.

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Also by nunya:

disconnect (regenesis in infrared) | awkward | waters | sonogenesis | heosphoros | on entering decade three as a divorcee--good heavens, not this again... | year of the jackal | Page C3 Headlines |

Towards Beachy Head

In the distance

the green tops to the chalkwhite cliffs

slope down to the sea

behind countless breakwaters

wading out through low waves

their wooden posts testament

to the shifting stones of time

 

Below the grey sky

the bluegrey water rattles the beaches

sloping down to the sea

between stark black breakwaters

mute guardians of the coast

each wooden barrier m...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

On the Beach | Eastbourne |

groynesbreakwaterscliffswhite cliffsbeachesstonesseasky

MEMORIES OF THE CAMINO

MEMORIES OF THE CAMINO                                                         

Saw nothing down below on the way to Vancouver –

a more or less straight line for nine hours or so.

Sat above a wing, beside a door, paying more

for the privilege, my legs need to stretch for these

longer hauls – all part of the call on me by

Mister P, some while ago, some day that was.

 

I watc...

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Also by Peter Taylor:

JUST BEFORE SLEEP | WHY? | SILHOUETTE | THE TIME BETWEEN | Two Leaves | Grace | THAT SPACE IN MY HEART | POST-SCRIPT | KISS-CROSSING | SOON AFTER (epilogue for A Streetcar Named Desire) | FUNERAL FRIENDS | SHE SLEEPS | ESTUARY WALK | CORDOBAN FLAMENCO |

Maria remind me of the rain (Song Lyrics)

CFGC

FGC

Am G C Am G C

Am G C F G

 

Maria remind me of the rain falling - dancing on a hot Spanish roof

falling finding its way

as the heat turned steam - drew away

by a shearing wind (that blew)

while you lay in sequin Spanish lace

Oh I remember

Oh how I remember

The thunder growled

The banshee howled

The dancing rain

pounded and groomed the ground

...

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music lyricsweather

Waking

If you are first to rise in the morning,

  move lightly as you go, 

Children upstairs are still sleeping,

  folded in soft blankets, soft breathing.

Step, more softly than their dreaming.

Step, more softly than their dreaming.

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5.26(Last Rodeo)

The first victim, you made me 
The first causality, I was 
The first mistake you took to heart.

5 stones you cast into the river 
Mistakes your friends made 
I paid the price.
 

5 cards you cast aside 
All because of a couple racks
5 scorpions you set ablaze 
All because of a little detail.

Loved you like a brother I never had
Stood up for you like you was blood
Had your back ag...

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Sexless

Green T shirt

Blue Nike nylon shorts

Shuffling trainers

Laces barely knotted moves along the street

The straw grey threads of hair spread out

From under the baseball cap

Sauntering and dragging

the arched hanging frame of a body

against the low set trolley

neck bent

head slightly stooped

against the staggered scowl that passes for a smile

indistinct in the bac...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Identical twin | Sunning themselves |

The Photo ??

I looked at the photo then came the hurt,

I closed my eyes and reflected on self-worth,

I opened the bottle when I considered the pain,

But I put it back down when I realized no gain,

I tried to think and remain calm,

But all my thoughts included extreme harm,

After all we had planned over the years ,

How do I stop the cascading tears?

"I believe in love and all it stands f...

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Also by Mayah ROSE:

Too Late?? | Me? | Vacancy ? | There Is? | I Watched You? |

remembering is such an easy task

I see my dead body

flaoting on the streets

like an old used piece of cloth

full of blood and memories

that are forgotten

by everyone but me

the smell of skin fliling

my nose cavities

an earth that is only here

to make my scent

dissapear 

a person thats only job

is to forget

a body that reminds me

of long touches

a brush into a skin

that is burning

...

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Also by racha:

black holes |

I Hate You.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
That's all I can say for now.
You're selfish, you're heartless and nobody wants you around.

Why would anyone ever like a selfish cow like you.
An inconvenience, a burden and a terrible person to be, too.

I wish I could forgive you but I can't stand your sound.
You're pathetic, you're ugly...please just don't come around.

You can cover your ears and ...

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self loathingself hateanxiety

ILLUSION

 

 ILLUSION

 

 Just for a while

 The feel of summer,

 Fields of sunflowers,

 Light dazzling,

 Heat caressing,

 France not Cheshire

 Kind of summer.

 

 Smell of lusty earth,

 Taste of young wine

 That won't travel,

 Freshness of fruit

 And vegetables,

 Proudly displayed

 On market stalls.

 

 Just for a while

 The illusion of summer,

 Ou...

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David SubacchipoetryWelsh Poetry

Get out

Get Out

 

I have to leave the house tomorrow

 

Fatigue energized by hope-

lessness

 

Depression fueled by gas-

lighting

 

Truth obscured by astro-

turfing

 

Men & women of honor being held up

to ridicule

 

A nation dedicated to human rights saving families from

each other

 

Deaths of innocents lending grievance for

self-preservation

 

...

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politicsdepression.

I Could Love You

One love replaces another.

That's how things work, you claim. 

And the: "It will never get better.",

is a line, which should be banned. 

 

You draw every day like a painter. 

You draw smiles on sad people's faces. 

In our hearts we call you 'dear'.

I'd go with you anywhere!

 

You've moved me! 

 

I love that logic of yours.

Admire your eager and happy mind! 

...

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He had a calm assurance

Beaming the smile that says- 'iknow'..

she answered my questions.

A pat on the knee..

He cleared my confusions as he shared his story

-delightedly, contentedly.

By the fireside..

At the rocker chair..

where i listen,

as she speaks...as he tells.

Our conversation,

that one with the old- wise and full.

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A Winter Sock's Lament

 

It's rather dark and bleak in here
and I think I've worked out why;
We've nothing left to talk about -
the conversation has run dry

We can be quite a jolly bunch
full of rhymes and rhetoric
But time ticks slow and now we know
in the end... we're just too thick

So we're feeling quite neglected
'cos in this summer weather
we're forced to lie inside this drawer
and be no use whats...

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Also by David Lindsay:

Cake Or Pie? | Idiomatic | The Scarecrow |

socks

Harry

Harry died in his bed, sad

But nobody knew.

Someone knocked on his door

After a week or two.

When there wasn’t an answer

Someone went away,

Just thought he was deaf

Or, gone out for the day.

Then a week or two later

The mail’s in the hall

But the postman’s too busy

To give him a call,

And the milkman stopped coming

A long time ago;

When there isn’t a sign

...

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Echoes of terror

 

He always called him his life
Little did he know until the 
day he last saw him
They were walking side by side
And there came the echoes of terrors
Like that of third world war 

Woke up in her harms, 
Confused and lost 
She called him her life
Others were moving on, 
They have to move on
For the other side is greener

He missed him a lot, But she's around and always calls him h...

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Disturbed

I had my eyes shut

But I couldn't sleep at all

Guess I'm going nuts

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Also by Clive:

In Denial | Temptation |

When I get mad I write poetry

Some of my best poetry is written in the space

between drunkenness and pain

Before I drink too much to regret

Or fall asleep and forget

 

Some of my best poetry is written in the space

between thoughtfulness and folly

When I’m mad enough for words to whirl

but not for blood to boil

 

When I’m mad enough for blood to boil

but not enough for it to spill

 

When ...

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Also by Becky Who:

International Bake-off: Britain 1 - France 0 | Five minutes more | Geneva airport | Written in anger and confusion | I can't write today | Would you pole dance for a friend? | French Heat |

The river

This journey will be long and unfulfilling, do not be fooled

For what you seek will bring such magnificent distress and surely be your end

 Many of souls have fallen to this illusion, failing to see beyond such brilliant deception

Do not despair in your desires of the river you once bathed in as that river no longer exists

Do not fret, your woes lie not of what that river is now

Sta...

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Life

 

As my toes were pressed against her windshield, I saw the heat of feet outlining slowly as I breathed in and out. 

Assuring me that I am human and I am alive.

Sometimes, it is the little things that make me realize those types of things. 

As the windshield began to get warmer, the outline faded away and so did the little outline which once gave me a sign of living. 

Assuring me th...

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Also by Andrea Lee:

Wrong | Butterflies | Heavy Heart | Memories | Me | Heaven |

Deadly Birdy

It begins with a bird, Small and fragile, It was found on dry dirt, Broken wing, weak, not agile.

Poor bird, fell down from a tree, Alll of the sudden, it was was clear to see, To witness this bird will die for certain.And yet there was hope, no time into the bargain.

Poor bird, fell from a tree, All of the sudden, it was clear to see, It was thirsty, the heat was too much. Its heart beat wa...

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Also by Daniel Kohnen:

Wheel Of Choice | Forbidden Art |

Pining

Dress me up in silver and gold

Tell me that I'm lo and behold

that you can barley think, thoughts out of control

Raise me up like if to drink

Just to bouyant to ever sink

eyes too wide to ever blink

My body creased to your fold

Guide me through these tempestuous fleets

make me understand that we

are but the architects only given sand

trying to find the promise land

...

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Also by Erin Renee Moore:

Daydreaming |

Time

To me you never left 

you always lived inside me 

the times my only friend 

i always knew youd find me ... 

 

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love

PARTY RICE

PARTY RICE

Compound wey dem take cook party rice
 Nor suppose hungry dat day
Unless say mama greedy with the food

Country wey get oil
Nor suppose suffer for fuel
Unless say Papa use am play politics

Photo credit: Kporho Vwede Daniel

©Kporho Vwede Daniel

All rights reserved

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THE CYCLE | LISTEN | RESOLUTION | BEAUTIFUL | THY STEP DAUGHTER | WE WENT HAYWIRE | JUSTICE FEVER | NATURE AND NATION | DARK KISSES |

Winter is the best time to die

Winter is the best time to die

Who wants to go when the children scream on the beach

and the sun is high in the sky

who in their right mind wishes to take their leave

when there is happiness and laughter

and picnics and sand

but perhaps you are not in your 'right' mind

whatever that is.

Can any of us be in our right minds living like this?

No winter is the time to go wit...

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Good Old Plain Porridge

Oh!

There's nothing like a dish

of good, old, plain porridge

for breakfast -

hot spoonfuls dropping thickly

from pot to bowl

lovingly dressed

with cold, creamy milk

and brown sugar

a dribble of runny honey

and a dollop of real butter

some assorted nuts

handful of raisins

just a sprinkle of shredded coconut

and cinnamon dashed over the top -

all stirre...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

Fifth Birthday | Not Beyond Reason |

Metamorphosed from a sun to a moon

       Before I Lost you

You were my sun
The azure sky
To scan.  

      After I Lost you

You became
My moon
Desperate to see
You soon.///

The tide of time must not kill love.

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

The voice of God/የእግዚአብሔር ድምፅ(trans in Amharic) |

lovesadlost and ruined

Her smile

 

Where butter melts

and honey drips

the parting comes

from parted lips

my fingers trace

the smear of dew

my knowing touch

from knowing you.

 

Words and image Tommy Carroll

 

 

 

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Nagasaki | Is it vodka? |

Two Separated Stars

Two Separated Stars 
- Reinmari 

Sunlight clasps the earth 
Moonbeams kiss the sea
I've watched as the sun kills itself 
To let the moon breathe

I've always known the story
Of mountain, river and ocean.
Mountains mingle with the river
And rivers with the ocean

But as long as.. 

Pale stars still shine above
Falling leaves are still dancing
Cupid and Psyche are still inlove
Los...

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Burning Bridges

 

 

 

Bury the long dead past let bridges burn behind 

Bounty what life holds be cherished full in kind

Nothing stays forever in  rapid passing of time 

There still be choices to relive your lost prime.

At the end somewhere will be a beckoning light 

Ridding built up solitude to future  shining bright

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Changehopelifemove-on

under 5

where i am in my life. where i used to be. where i want to be. where i was. 

what is life without emotion. without love.

people will say that shit is too cheesy for them. do you believe them?

its not up to us to judge. do you relate?

what are we suppose to be like in this life? that should not be a question

we never expect to be where we are at this very second

think back to 4 ye...

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photographs.

Photographs

drawn in light

some carefully posed

others carelessly captured,

In all its imperfections.

Frozen in time,

life’s fleeting moments

to hold and to share,

each sliver of memory,

so fragile.

To relive  

Glorious sunsets,

Effortless afternoons of uninhibited ease.

To remind us 

Of walking through storms,

Of things lost,

Slowly at first,

The...

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Also by sanjana shroff:

master evader. | A string of stars. | In the beginning. | the wait. | only with you |

"Slow Circles"

How much longer can I resist your pull?

Can you tell? How I am constantly drawn in

from that sweet air across this enigmatic river?

But only to the edge, where I pussyfoot and ponder,

bemused by moon's cast on unstill water.

Oh, how I am well aware

that this constant stream connects,

yet still divides us.

 

I am just dying to wring myself free

of all the words that bu...

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Love

It's the definition love
Knocked and knocked, for a tousand years

Let me love you today,
Your scars .
Your hurt.
We are more than their motions 
For we are the broken.

Yet while they say broken glass can cut too.
But little darling, I say two broken pieces  
Could be mended even more beautiful together. 

I don't recall who you are.
But whether I'm stil knocking on love's door,
Or...

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Also by Arina:

Beautiful Addiction | REAL | Queen's day | Magnolia |

Origami Phase

I worked all through the Winter,

on my Swan, then it got dashed in water,

a cruel joke from some playmate or other,

sadly it didn't float, but neither even would 

my flimsy boat (one would imagine).

Trouble was the books were too old,

too fusty, specialised;

I grabbed them from the library eager

only to arrive back home and within five minutes

had lost patience...

con...

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Also by David Blake:

The Romantic |

effluent

Sea....

I am in a sea of nothing.

Drowning in its emptiness.

I feel the weight of the loneliness crushing on my chest.

It makes its way down to my lungs as I gasp for air.

I scream but no one hears me.

As I begin to accept my reality I allow the sea to consume me.

It is cold, dark and quiet.

I am a sea of nothing.

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Also by Love & Rocketships:

The White Rose |

Life... Why even continue?

It doesn't make sense... I'm not who I used to be... This karma that's destroying my life has been paid over and over and over...why? I really don't see the point in trying my hardest to be the person who's in my heart... The only thing I feel and deal with is pain and repercussions of actions in my past and actions that where never even acted upon... True happiness, financial stability, love... W...

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Also by Knight In Black Armor:

I Don't Even Know |

lifesucidedepression

Somewhat Confused

Not sure if it's okay

Not sure if what we are doing is okay

Not sure if anything is simple anymore due to the fact i know you love me

But your with her and i have my own as well

But you like the same sex me i am mixed cause im in the middle of likeing both

but yet look at us we can't stay away from one another

You know mine knows what's going on but yours doesn't know 

So if y...

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Also by Hachi M Gutierrez:

Starting to feel again | something different |

THE FIGHT FROM WITHIN

Fighting the darkness from deep within,

This other side that wants to win, 

Roar of a lion squeak of a mouse,

The darkness crying to be let out.

This is the highest quality,  

Of me deciding on morality,

For mortality is a rising catastrophe,

I can't handle this evil mastery. 

Me fighting me,

This I can't understand really.

Is this me or is this me,

Nobody would be...

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Hush

It's been creeping on my doorstep knocking at the door,

Said it's name is Depression and he wants to talk. 

"No thanks, go home."

"I am home" the mother fucker said.

"I wanted to surprise you and just show up with no invite or reason I missed you buddy."

"Well I didn't miss you" I said. 

"You were the worst roommate I ever had."

 

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Also by Lane J. Yarbrough:

Half Of You | Product Of Society |

Dark to Light

Darkness

Restless

Sleepless

Darkness

Tiredness

Listless

Darkness

Stillness

Endless

Painfulness

Emptiness

Darkness

Loneliness

Sadness

Powerless

Hopeless

Helpless

Darkness

Neighbourliness

Friendliness

Connectedness

Kindness

Happiness

Less dark

 

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Also by Christine Renshaw:

In The Dead Of Night | The Language of Trees | The Armchair of Oblivion |

list poem

3 The Empress

Merry meet again….

I hope to find you all well,

Last week I presented to you my tale of the Fool's Journey of Enlightenment written within the  world of the Divine Tarot. So today I am here to continue my tale and present to you the next card of the Major Arcana which is The Empress. The Fool's path continues as he transcends once again to the next stage of his journey by mastering the Munda...

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Also by RaVeN Mathews )0(:

2 The High Priestess | 1 The Magician | The Fool The Beginning |

Day

As the sun streaks fall on you,
a cheery day breaks through.
Ah! The walk, run and the plunge.
Out clean or covered in grunge.
As the sun starts dipping in,
daily episodes reel and spin.
The day proves to be worthwhile,
if the lips still manage to smile!!!
                       ---Kavitha?

 

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Yellow Brick Road

Walking along

The steping stones

All laid out

Like a yellow brick road

all signs pointing

To happy

 

Walking along

My eyes look

Far ahead

That's the problem

With the girl

Who's always got a plan

 

Yellow brick road

Should've had a warning sign

It's not all sparkles

And butterflies

With a good chance

I wouldn't reach the other side

 

An...

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Also by Jara Giner:

Map |

reflection reminscing

My emotions pouring out

My head lost in the clouds

But my body seemed to drown

I look at whats around

Your nowhere to be found

Whos problem is it now

Somehow I feel proud

I got sober

When we were over

And yet you still use

I feel like I was used

When the money ran out

Cheating came from the muse

Yet I stayed amused

I ignored the clues

My emotions are my...

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More Colors

Putting ribbons in your hair reveals your inner moods:

bright colors for joy

pastels for calm

dark strands for the void

 

When you come to me with reds and blues

you challenge my bleak thoughts and you always win

 

Soft greens and pinks cause my fire inside to lie spent on the floor

 

Blacks and purples tell me to be careful

One never knows when despair will raise ...

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Also by Douglas MacGowan:

Seasons | April | Late Summer Day | KDM |

Skin

Our skins are different colors
But we all bleed the color red
Be compassionate 

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Also by Shirley Smothers:

Broken Egg Shells | Aretha Franklin Acrostic | The Hour is Late | Mountains in the Mist |

SkinDiversitycompassion

oxymoronic poem

On discovering her to be faithfully unfaithful

as well as truly false

he endured a living death, unable to stop

adoring her who seemed so fiendishly angelic

when in fact a diabolical madonna.

 

Immediately after this unearthly coming down to earth

he still felt some murderous affection

deep within his worldly soul.

However, with a last bittersweet act of will

in ways ...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Porto Cervo | nostalgia | Male inadequacy | Tommy darling |

Nothing

In my dream I ask for a lethal injection.

Foetal on a hospital bed, I wait for it to take effect.

Nothing more to say, nothing more to do.

All worries, now redundant, pack their bags and leave.

Stuart is here, and Tash and Chris and Jane.

Not grieving, just bearing witness to my peaceful departure.

I feel nothing and it is wonderful.

 

When I wake

The gentle feeling

O...

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Also by Hazel ettridge:

Mine | Sink Hole | Into the Blue | For Stuart |

Forces of Nature

Monsoons creating mudslides

Volcano erupting in dark of night

Tornado wrenching up trees as if matchwood, 

as flood water sweeps in unabated 

Forces over which we have no control

 

Bone dry, arid landscape, parched and thirsty

Strangely alluring and yet deadly in its nature

Cacti defying the climate by storing fluid

How many stories could they tell of lost souls?

Forc...

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Also by Rick Varden:

Bad Romance | DISORDER | Randomly Wonderful | Alexa and Siri | PLANS | Bi-Polar Poetry |

The House Looks Like A Painting

O, the house looks like a painting
we can't agree on anything
what I want is meaningless to you
what you want awkwardly remains obtuse
and unreadable

O, the house looks like a painting
no longer are we in step with anything
you casually slighted something
I spent the morning trying to unpack it
to understand you

It's corrosive
it's unsustainable
it's the only way we know to be

I...

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Also by Tom:

Let The Tide Decide |

disconnectionwanting different things

Earthly Treasure

Happiness that fly high up in the skies 

Songs that lightens up the fires in our lives

All belong here on earth

Nothing is there to take along 

High where everyone sleeps above

 

Relations we bear

Bonds that we all share

Friendship that we hold so dear 

All belong here and only here 

Nothing from this earth we can take away

Where one day our souls will rest forever

...

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The Stranger

Maybe it was the sudden drain of colour from his cheeks, that I started to notice over the last few weeks 

The vacant expression id started to see in his eyes, like the person he was, the glint that dies

His shift in body weight as he had gone from walking heel to toe 

Was more a shuffle, a dragging, just no up and go

 

Clean shaven, his fresh scent 

Had been replaced with worn c...

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Under August Skies

Under August Skies

 

We sat around the table Mam

but none of us got fed,

for the Corn Law has been biting

and we don’t have any bread.

The mill wheels have stopped turning,

so we haven’t any jobs

and we’re under-represented

by the parliamentary nobs.

 

So we gathered in the field Mam,

with our banners and our flags,

and the soldiers sat in lines

with their...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

Screaming Blue Murder | discarded | Nearest & Dearest |

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Clash

This poem was written 9 years ago but seems to have more resonance now than it did then.

Clash

She limped along Old Trafford road

her helping hand a stick of ash,

two Tesco bags increased her load,

her costume emphasised the clash

 

of cultures on a bright Spring day

when European arms and legs

in ghastly white are on display

by Boots and Claire’s and Next and Greggs.

...

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wol 2018

havent written a blog for years now! 3 years i think...

any one up for more bond poetry?

where have all me muckers gone??

anyone still on?

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2018

In promise of the Seasons

In promise of the Seasons

 

I have returned to the cradle of my being

those places and times which formed me

Moulded me into the person I now am

the oak with acorns about to fall

surrounded by a sea of drooping nettles

morning mists which shroud the dells

as dogs race around in the twilight fields

The expectancy of autumn

its foreboding, the onsett of winter

yet su...

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Also by keith jeffries:

It rained on Market Day | I saw a Lady today |

Guisecliff Crag, August

Where the fragrant heather moorland borders

wildwood, by the crags above the river,

the harebells and last fading heads of clover

nod themselves to sleep in drowsy August.

The ling is now full-on and tightly ordered

spikes of tiny flowers blanket over

the landscape like an Emperor’s purple toga

swathed across the heights, but thrice more gorgeous.

The fated grouse may look ...

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death

is death easier then life what if u found out death is better then life have u ever put a gun to your head n thought i cant do this that you try make life better but on 2nd though your life will always suck n nobody cares if ur dead have ou been to that point i have and im still here an idk why

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such satisfying perks
you get them everywhere
she just wishes she was not afraid
of stepping the line
there she goes
showing to the servants
the freedom of her spirit
mastering the ability of disguise
no one believes in that
she ain't surprised
she used to be one of those
now she's converted
to the magical mistery path

wherever you go
you'll remember her smile
trying to imagine th...

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The Missing Poet (For Alex Humphrey)

Sundered alone in the dawning grey
You would have found it a poetic irony
When you were laid out to face the ocean
To be carried away in a wordless suspension
And baptised silently by the waves.

Departing Panama only a few days
After you arrived at your hostel
Like a river crossing warrior in your sandals
Your smile hiding a welcome escape
For what awaited when you came home.

Of cour...

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Be infinitely infinite into infinity

I’m a cycle

I’m a circle

I’m a forever

I’m always

Casting shadows on myself

Packing silver on the shelves

Plus! Plus! Plus! Plus!

I’m infinity

Maths was never my forte

You cannot minus or divide me

I’m a forever

I’m always

Smiling when the moon comes

Smelling for when Monday runs

I was reborn, refreshed

I can be ironed and pressed

Good as new

I’m ...

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Also by Alexandra K. Parapadakis:

Sleeping through earthquakes |

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Garden Sin City

In 'pound' emporiums

and slightly more

upgraded enterprises

there can be found

all manner of

garden embellishment

 

here in garden sin city

price palpably

provokes purchasers

to lose all respect

to lose all taste

where thrift is queen

 

here punters peruse

plentiful unsavoury        

gaudy garden gimmicks

crude plastic knick-knacks

pretending t...

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Also by J R Harris:

Flowers for Grandma | Wigan's Diversity |

Just another breakdown

It's hard when you're always lying,
Always hiding the way you feel.
Losing your sight on truthful words,
Forgetting what is real.

It's hard when you forget to laugh
And you're scared that someone might see.
Hoping no one saw your face,
As you struggle to remember how to breathe.

It's hard to pretend you're happy,
And you're terrified someone might ask.
It's becoming harder every day;
...

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Also by Xandaria:

Just one more time. | Have you noticed? |

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Children

Hey guys had a bad few days but hey ho thats mental illness have been trying to decide which poem to put up and stumbled upon this one about how I question my lifes worth and how I want my children to look at life different to the way I do.

 

Children

Why did you give me life for I am going to die

I see my children's youth through a tear filled eye

I see innocence and hope an unspoi...

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Also by Daemon Cantrell:

The rift | Addiction | Garden hopping | Collection | Mirrors eye | Genuflect | Angel | Grandad | Leader of men | Demon demon |

Empty

Lately, I feel like I'm not the only thing you want
You say you love me, but I know you just buying time
Tell me the truth, do you still have that beautiful dream that you are mine
I know sometimes I be tripping but you say (hey I only have eyes for you)
Then why do I feel like I'm walking on Ice
You know I'm not that kind of girl to catch a feeling...
I wonder if you even try to know me
I ...

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Respect

The spotlights have been dimmed

Words of homage fill the page

Every eye with tears is brimmed

For the Queen has left the stage

 

Such memories are rooted

In songs we can’t ignore

But now her music’s muted

She will sing for us no more

 

And though we are bereft

This comfort comes to mind

The legacy she left

Is there for all mankind

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Nothing

How the feeling of emptiness devours

and takes me in

like an empty nest

and a hole in the ground

an empty den of the fox

with just loneliness gazing around

an unclaimed body

lying in the morgue..sleeping

without the

rush to being claimed or otherwise

Oh! how the  emptiness seeps and seeks me

with the stories of yore

with phantom pain filling my pores

An old a...

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Rave On...

An unhealthy obsession

The sombre procession

As loved ones carry your coffin

I think of it often

And never forgotten

Your lies and later confession

I long for the day I can finally say

Here’s a glow stick and whistle

To your grieving widow

And hold a rave on your grave

I’m gonna hold a rave on your grave

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revengegraverave

AMAA - A REALLY GREAT TEACHER

          AMAA - A REALLY GREAT TEACHER

I know Amaa,

You taught me, how to love?

When you take care of me,

When I was a small child.

 

I know Amaa,

You taught me, how to make sacrifices?

When I ate and you don't

When there was no grain at home.

 

I know Amaa.

You taught me, how to read and write?

When you compels me every evening,

To write my name, when I ...

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Real

It smells of sorrow. It smells of despair.

Beggars strewn across the road

while the rich cry out for more

Mercy is nowhere to be found

Voices of innocence call to arms

Everyday is warfare

There is no forgiveness in this town

Hatred lurks beneath the surface

threatening to smother all

while hypocritical smiles

paint a portrait of rainbows and blue skies

They speak o...

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Also by Whatsername:

The Futility of Dreams |

The Bright side

Today is the 72nd Independence day of India. One day I was thinking how the soul of freedom fighters would feel when they look at India from sky. Is this the country what they ever had dreamed for. Then I saw my reflection in the mirror, a common Indian girl dressed up in the cloth of her choice , outlined with the kohl of dreams in her eyes , with heart  free to travel and live life on her own te...

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An article over 72nd independence day of India

The drama of it all...

We lay our scene in a quiet canteen,

where elders sat grazing their lunch.

When in blew a twirl of younger set girls.

A group. A gaggle. The Bunch.

 

With high pitching drones of Californian tones,

they nestled and settled their flock.

Then moving as one they switch their phones on

- a natural feat of Attenborough stock.

 

But drama's afoot as the ladies all tut.

A...

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Purple Sky

Rippling from beyond an infinite place,

There seems to be room for an ultimate space.

Miles high,

Beneath the sky.

Lashings of purple fire build the tower of rounded shapes.

 

Coupling oranges of clashing toxicity,

Yet the simplicity fills awaiting eyes with Enigma.

Trying to understand the suns cast of light.

Filling empty minds with the splashes of purple sky.

 

...

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Also by David Irvine:

The Meaning Of Thought | Gesture Of Thought | Open Your Eyes to See |

the sky

INCREDIBLY INDEPENDENT

The symbol of unity and violence

with the spirit of nationalism..

Without the britishers interference

we live a life of Patriotism..

The feeling of oneness amongst the people

makes everyone abundent and liberal..

 

India is incredible in nature

with its own desirable creature..

The slogans that we heard

and the lessons that we learned..

Tell us to live in Peace and...

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Also by priyakhi barbara:

~A LIFE FULL OF HURDLES~ |

The Terror of Physical Education

It seemed you never put down your club

With the handle wrapped in cloth tape.

You patrolled the hallways, playground, and athletic fields

Like a sadistic southern sheriff overseeing slaves.

You thought “abuse of authority” was your job description

As you terrorised children with the constant threat of violence.

Each look, each word, each step you deemed unacceptable

Was met wi...

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Slubberdegullion

It’s no joke, when you’re at work

with someone who loves work so much

they can stand and watch it all day,

or should that be, slouch on a broom,

or a roll of carpet would suffice

as a seat or a bed for potato couch,

a slattern by all accounts, a slowback,

a slacker, a slowpoke, a loafer,

a skrimshanker, a wastrel, a skiver.

If not skiving he’s chucking a sickey,

or sl...

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I Am Tired

I am tired.

Tired of the moment my body urges me to go to bed.

I am tired.

Tired of lying here waiting for sleep to take over.

I am tired.

Tired of waiting and waiting and waiting...

I am tired.

Tired of suddenly waking up in the middle of the night and being unable to fall back asleep.

I am tired.

Tired of waking up in the morning and not being well rested.

I am so t...

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Also by Mari Vee:

I Walk | Digital Distraction | Common Interests |

sleeptired

Ich schreite in einer Welt voller Zorn und Hass, Neid und Verrat. Naivität hat den Realismus überholt. Aroganz und maßlose Selbstliebe forden den Tribut des Verstandes, Fakten werden übersehen und Meinungen ignoriert.

Jeder sieht nur die Schale, es sind nur noch Gefäße die durch die Straßen laufen gefüllt mit Informationen voller Schwachsinn. Vollgepumpt mit Zweifel immer der oder die schönste ...

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Sparing You

I remember the times

I was afraid of the light

The darkness was comfortable

The light was an adventure

 

You helped pull me out of the dark

You showed me the warmth of the light

And your light grew brighter

Brighter to the point

It pushed my darkness away

 

And although it rained around me

You made sure there was a light

So a rainbow could appear

Among the...

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Cloth and Club

Bare minimum defence from ice age gales

Black frozen sabre-toothed nights

Hard scratching twigs, unwanted gazes

And chilly waters.

 

Sheer primitive offence for snared rabbits,

Wild hungry wolves and bears;

Vague weighty threat for rivals, offspring

And difficult women.

 

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Cloth and clubsabre-tooth

'Cloth and Club' - August 2018 Collage Poem

Fidel Castro let go of the bed

His broken record bucks with static

 

Blame blame blame the

P.E. teacher who made my

Life grim.

 

The earth is burning, the earth is burning

May as well spend the weekend on Blackpool Sands

 

Love beats abortion, irony beats stupidity

Swirling around in a stark blood red orange

Lost in a made-up history of calming fire-pit ale

D...

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Very abled


It’s hard to have a voice when you don’t know what to say.
Endless anxieties, things don’t usually go my way.
I’m Included, then excluded, mainly due to funding.
Is this empathy genuine? It really has me wondering.
People with disabilities are considered “unfortunate.”
Decisions made for them, somewhat subordinate.
Establishment changes at the drop of a hat.
Two steps forwar...

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Also by Andrew Aston:

I am a Genius.. No, I am a Genius.. Nurture Vs Nature |

clawed hammer (08/11/2018)

the weight of decision in your hands
Taking the shape of a preferred tool 
one you can never drop 
the option always thumbed 
in the pockets of conscience ; 

mine takes the shape of a carpenter's hammer,

tho, I've never been much for building;
I've never been much for intended purpose 

a hammer: crashing into side conversations and 
cracking teeth, flipping them inwards 
forcing in...

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Builder hammer claw tooth and nail

Improbable

A one night stand

To then prolong

A week was all

Now apart

The flames were fanned

We know it’s wrong

Long distance call

Now in heart

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PS my heart wall was built of silence

They tell me there are things that I can’t speak

that I must keep and keep and keep 

that there are things that happen in dark places, in the in-between spaces with people who are faceless

 

And that I can’t speak

 

They tell me that i have no voice no choice no right to write

They tell me that I will not be believed and that I am not

will not

can not

be beloved

 

...

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Wooden Memories

I’m picking smoothed stones from wet autumn leaves
While you find the right bark to make armour,
The trees around us stand and sway with the breeze
Next to me, you always seem calmer.

We play as badgers, as wrens, as eagles,
We’re friends and that’s enough for me.
Then our engines blast out blackened diesel
Through the horse-tracked paths that run behind trees.

Streams around us splutt...

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Also by Tom Carr:

A Mother's Day Bonfire | A 40-Watt Sonnet |

childhood

whipers of a Leo

A Leo, She whispers..

The Sun burns of fire!
Scorching from heat,
Sweet little nothing
She slumbers asleep!

Whispered the Leo ..
Silenced by her love,
Emotional triumph!
Far from above

This enchantment lifting!
Sweeter by sound,
Drifts further from magic,
Explosions surround

Whispers a Leo ..
Her eyes burning bright!
The love for a Leo
Driven each night...

Risen from ash...

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Pillar box red - Pillar box dead

An off the public school cuff remark
Meant “in jest”
at “Johnny foreigner” to him and the rest

led to her beating
led to her death

Pillar box red
Pillar box dead

He writing aloof in the Toffs Telegraph 
High above us all
Trickled down to the street below

Pillar box red
Pillar box dead

It’s ok to hate
And now ridicule 
And now persecute

Taking down the veil 
For hatred t...

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Boris Johnson

Obvious

 

We don’t know how our food is made,

We don’t know how the eggs are laid.

We try to learn but get brain fade,

We don’t know how our food is made.

 

We don’t know how our food is cooked,

We meant to learn but never looked.

We don’t know how our tickets are booked,

We don’t know how the goose is cooked.

 

Who knows how money moves around?

Value disappears, the cr...

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a stain to never fade

 

become red for me become the softness of my mother

before i was hoisted out by the shepherds crook into light

and exhaustion  become frail for me become something

perfect a fresh cut emerald each facet reflecting that patch

of skin on your wrist that makes you shudder when i wet it

with my spit       and when you fell it happened in still life

the arc of the wine glass throu...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

Gendai-Haiku for Barry Chuckle |

Balance

sometimes it takes us

under-doing something  

then

overdoing it 

until you have it down just right 

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Also by yajaira:

My Strawberry Milkshake |

{Unrecognizable}

Once she used to be able

to be recognizable to the

herself but bit by bit this

evil demon that lives inside

of her that's stealing her life

and herself dignity right

out from underneath her is

making herself image

distorted giving her a

false impression that

started to look like a

black sheep dressed

up in her skin making

her unrecognizable to

herself...

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Perpetual Dusk

A garden gypsy gathering

At the rush of passing cars

Beneath our dancing feet

Engines’ energies sweeping past

To beats of beaming hearts

Coastal breaks in the distance

Fresh mist breathing softly

Sweet solstice sweat

Jumping on the pavement

A golden trolley traveling

Procession pilgrimage

Across slumbering academia

To be drawn majestically

Into the curtains r...

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Pseudologia Fantastica.

Tell me again how fire is dangerous
As you're standing there playing with matches
You strike the sulfur that would ultimately end us

You beg me not to leave but you push me away
I never know what you'll be feeling today
Tell me how you love me but cause me dismay

I know that you're trying I see it in your eyes
The first time I learned not only your mouth can tell lies
Say I give you li...

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Also by Nick:

Devil's Own Luck. |

Liardead insidehelplessabuse

Motivation

Motivation

 

What is this thing called motivation?

It’s waiting at a station

It’s waiting to see

Where your live can be

 

Looking out for that train

That will take you out of the rain

That thing that details

Putting your life back on the rails

 

That which gets you out of bed

That which does not need to be said

Motivation comes from within

Motivation is...

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Too Much to Ask

I knew it was too much to ask

to be on time for once,

normally she would be an hour late

Waiting, waiting, waiting is the most

annoying thing that can happen

when you've planned a day out,

which then becomes half a day.

Excuse; I lost my keys and phone

I've spent all morning looking for them.

Reply; you wouldn't need to look if

you placed them at hand in the first pla...

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Brexit Boy

Feels like we’ve won the league. Yet

I get so angry I want to smash things.

You know that feeling? When people

sneer on the telly, or you talk

to someone who’s been to university.

You see their lip curl, when they think

you’re not looking. Take back control!

 

Ain’t just the weather, I’m always hot

under the collar. Say what we think

on the buses, down the tube. Tell ...

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Aquatic Stardust - a freewrite

Aquarian Aquarius,
everyone be hearing us.
What an exciting life you lead,
cosmic superhuman centipede.
I’m Centric G pause for the D:
ejaculating antiquating - even thoughts dilapidated.
You should go through twice
extinguish anguish from your life
cosmic zombie souls are sliced.
Universal detoxification 
electrocuting nation-notions
rubbing Atlas, struggled rolling
infinitesimal scro...

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Reborn

To succumb 

to the darkness

on my knees

feeling the cold metal

on my fingertips.

I tilt the bowl

towards me,

feeling the weight

shift.

out of the bowl, 

I sip the 

bitter

heady wine 

of seduction.

taking part, 

being part of 

the evils 

I once preached against.

 

A chill down my spine,

then an eerie rush of warmth.

The gold 

intrica...

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Also by Grape:

Self Love |

An undervalued courage

It takes a daring woman to see the strength
of remaining soft in a hard world.
To love like you've never been hurt,
when your heart has been broken many times.
The greatest act of bravery is to recognize that
loving someone makes you vulnerable,
but refusing to stop.
To be courageous enough
to look that vulnerability in the face and say
"I will not back down,
no matter how many times you...

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courageinner strength

holiday in summer

again i serve

i just lose

help me live

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~fresh to be provided thx to the care ere

Drowning

'Drowning'

I'm drowning and you won't help, 

I beg for help but

you leave me!

As I cry and drown in my own tears,

you just watch me! 

Why won't you help me? 

Help, help me please! 

I need you! 

I can't get out by myself, 

I need you to help me like you always did.

What am I going to do WITHOUT you? 

I pray and ask God to keep 

you by my side, 

but every pr...

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ANGELS AND DEMONS

You can be the vision in white

I'll be the contrary

We may work in perfect sync

But we aren't what they call golden

 

I am a void of emotions

You, a body radiating peace

When I mute to grey

You're a creamy white stain

 

I'm grateful for you oh heavenly one

You brought out the angels in me

Angels raging with demons

But I am the dictator to regulate these two

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Also by Swetha Kandati:

PANDEMONIUM | MIRROR |

Oyster

I am the fisherman
who plucked you from your bed,
an oyster in its shell,
closed up against the world.

There is darkness in you,
a single grain of sand
that broke in long ago
and burrowed deep inside.

I do not know whether
you took that intruder
and sculpted it, shaped it
into a perfect pearl.

Or chose to ignore it,
denied its existence,
allowed it to remain
untreated, infecte...

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Let the light enter you my friend.

“Open up” said guru. Only then can the light enter. Only then can it that illuminate us from within and throw a soft healing light around us.

“That light will sweep away the darkness that fear, anger and bitterness brings. Look it’s all around us”, saying this he left.

It enlightened me to believe we all have the innate ability to touch peoples’ lives.

Isn’t that what our souls was brough...

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Alone

Walking and walking, endless walking
I don't hear anything, no one is talking
It's pitch black where I am now
I don't hear anything, not a sound

I'm all alone in the dark nothingness
Depression creeping over my willingness
Everything is so silent and very still
Sometimes I wander if I'm mentally ill

This place is so dark, I cant see anything
As I except defeat, I lose everything
No o...

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Also by Regina Dowd:

Dark Mind |

The Curse.

Grab a pinch  of quantum soup

mix with fresh picked arrowroot,

 

NEUTRON STAR AND NEUTRON STAR.

gasping gluts of interstellar air

with corona of Altair,

NETURON STAR AND NEUTRON STAR.

dying light of Betelgeuse 

cast around him double thrice,

NEUTRON STAR AND NEUTRON STAR.

 

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Also by Bonaparte's:

Wowsers in my trousers | I feel awkward without coffee | Fuck me eyes. | read poetry while high | Modernity |

curse.deathSpacewitches

Dare

I dare you

Break my heart

Destroy my soul

Silence my voice

I dare you

Mock my happiness

Taunt my quirks

I dare you

Whatever you do

To break me

I will never do

To you

I will

Merely smile

And strive

To outdo

And engulf

You.

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Also by Louise Bowles:

Art. |

plasticine

Although it is not

Up to you

Which thoughts

Appear in your head

You are in

Control

Of what you do

With them

How you shape them

And how you allow

Them to shape

You

Is in your hands 

Alone

For we are all malleable

And although

This makes us 

Vulnerable

It is only the 

Plasticine people

Who melt

In the glare

Of the

Dying sun

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i want you

i want your way

not your body

i want your time

not your money  

i want your love

not your love bite

i want you to be higher

not under me 

i want your support

not my ego

i want your life 

not my anger

love is not need for me

its life for me

love is not fake for me

its support for my living...

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Jumping for peace

I saw the pain in his eyes as he closed them for the last time. 

I could almost hear his thoughts, as he continued to climb. 

 

I saw the fake smile that was crookedly painted on his lips. 

I could almost hear the words of his family as they had to come to grips. 

 

I saw the tear roll down his untouched pale cheek. 

I could almost hear the words he was too fragile to speak. 

...

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Star crossed love

My love is the sun 
He brightens the world 
His existence the key 
To unlocking me 

I am the moon 
I wait for my sun 
Until he is done 
For when we meet
Just for a moment 

Then I am alone
Left in the dark 
A dim light in the sky
Quiet and shy 

A brief moment
Of meeting 
In the morning 
Passes in delight

Then once again 
He brightens the sky
On the other side
I'm evening...

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Gung Ho

You went and created a storm
Throwing the seed to be sown
It landed facing the sky
Through harsh weathers has grown
Before it goes up it must grow downward
Down through the dirt
To confront the stone

You say you need time to think
But time is just monitored change
You'll only find pointless patterns leading to uncertainty
Brake the shackles of your inhibition and find your range

Let...

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Also by Craig Haycock:

Public Service Announcement | The Secret of Consequence | Greek Tradegy |

The phone call

 

Staring at the sign that says “Take exit 35 for airport “
I tried to hide my tears behind my acquiescent eye balls
A painful scream was trying to blast my head
But I tried to pass a smile at you instead

 

The cab turned right to stop at the parking lot
You said “I will miss you”, but I could hardly talk
Grasping a heartful of your glance , I turned around
I was scared, how broken ...

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A Victim’s card

Nothing is parallel or can be paralleled

Even when it is compounded, and expounded inside

It rages loud but gently in rib cages,

Behind hushing skinny fingers

Its beauty is too great, its beauty belongs to us

The formers, the creators of this place

We are the damned, we were the great

 

Oh the facade, it is all a facade they mimic the art

But can you take the cut, bleed ...

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