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Autocorrect and predictive text ruined my chance of romance and sex

Warning this poem contains adult themes and grown up words


Curse my fat fingers and my phone

Honey Bunch became Hunchy Bone

Predictive text put my words through a mangle

Angel face got changed to angle

Sweetie Pie to Sweaty Pit

I think you’re shy, became you’re shit

Be as one and never part …

To be a swine and a pervert

And Be the Captain of your heart

became the...

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Also by John McDonough:

In love with a boy | Ten Thousand Pricks at her Fingertips | Monica Lewinsky | Mediocre Town | Box of Dark Things | Exit Stage Left | Truly Beloved Customer Care | The day you died all I felt was disappointment | Impulse | The Noise of War |

bully beef

 Bully beef


Twenty years after the war

I found in the attic of a small hotel

several cans of corned beef.

since the cans were dark green, I assumed

they had belonged to the German army

not that they were going to demand

 the cans back I opened one the meat was

perfect and could be used in a stew.

No one wanted to a taste the meat I ended up

eating the corned beef...

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Also by jan oskar hansen:

pre-dawn | Australia | the bird of omen | not what you see | anit this and that | once when | the aged | the way it used to be | a horse | forget me not | I knew of a writer | a new society | conspiracy thinking | a calamitous night | cats | the failed writer | sunlit Cascais | Brexit 2 | dementia | the Norwegian club | epigram 5 |


for Annie


I love to hear her laugh

belly bubbling

throat clutching

outragous chuckles,

it starts from deep inside

then fills her eyes

with a merriment that must be sharerd


by self imposed restrictions

or inhibitions

demanded by our adult role.

We join her in her laughter,

without moderation

or explanation,

our laughter encircles her,


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Also by Dorothy Webb:



Fun or Serious? I Can't Decide?

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Fun or Serious? I Can't Decide?


I've got so many poems

Lined up, where to start?

Will I post a serious one?

Or let a fun depart?


Looking at your poems

I really can't decide

What you WOLers favour

Fun or serious side?


Most verse seems quite serious

Which loses me you see

I'm much more into Milligan

Humour territory


Now why do I get lost wit...

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Also by Don Matthews:

Holiday Build. R and R Centre for Expired Poets | Risky Poet | Silly | He's Damaging Our Website, Breaking All the Rules |

Love to all andn

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Love to all and

Thursday, February 21, 2019

8:52 AM


Love is to call

and love is to fall

it is to break the wall

and a good medium for the hatred to be stalled


Love is not what we see?

and feel free

to acquire at any cost

even if the relationship has become frost


it is a sacrifice

for given the promises

to stay till an end of the journey

and ...

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Also by Hasmukh Mehta:

An eternal truth | The simple presentation | Regard for | Positive stance | Human heaven | What a joy! | Sleepless leace | The soul in the heart | Nation pays homage | Nation in rage | Born fighter | Heaven on earth | Not from weakness | Is poetry deceptive? | Voice of freedom | The life we lead | Despite being good | On her birthday | In the team | Reposition | Head of the family | Paradise here | Holier than | Join me there | Untimely critical phase | No pain to soul | Twists and turns | Speaks volumes | Role of human beings | Real joy | Natural objects | Smile with | Nature has turned deadly | With affection and care | Asylum seeker |


The People Adventure

Oh! the people 

You'll meet


Who will go 

Through you


What'll stick

Who'll leave



Under surfaces


It's a wonderful 

Thing she says 


To no one 

In particular


While looking 

For an actor


To fit the costume 

She keeps


In the back 

Of her closet


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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

Others | On Bandcamp | Consultants | Homespun | This | Executive time | New spoken word | Teacher Dreams | Tensile Strength | At lunch |



Cursed is the air I breathe,

It carries words fouled by lies,

For myself she will never grieve,

But knowing her, no surprise.


Color of blood and bone,

But of course lacking both,

She speaks through my lips of stone,

I wish to tell but she is loath,


And so the skeleton hand grips mine,

My creation can now create,

Why she, the most cruel design,

Her ta...

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No. No title.

I want you to know that I don't want to do this.
I want you to know that I never wanted it to be this way.
That I loved you with all of my heart.
That I would hold on forever if you let me.
But it has become painstaking clear
That I am holding on to something that is already long gone.
I cannot keep watching, waiting, listening
For a sound I will not hear, a time that will not come;
And no...

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Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:

Dreaming | The Ultimate Blanket Fort | Dreams |

The trouble with Derek

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( In response to an ITV (attempt at character assassination) Documentary  "The trouble with Derek" about Liverpool Labour Council Deputy Leader Derek Hatton)


The trouble with Derek :

was that he was a socialist

that he was a Militant Socialist

The trouble with Derek

was that he was working class,

that he was from Liverpool


The trouble with Derek

was that he though...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Cheap not cheerful Inner city development | Not for me another love | Mirror mirror | Thyme | Accidental Curator | Translations | Aphasia or inebriated spoke schism |

A haunting

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The seas are wild tonight
As I write, far from any coast;
Speckled with salty brine and afraid,
I spy in the broken mirror
The broken boy who is following me
Following me.
Down dale, up tree, crawling all over me:
Still, the ghost of my brother
Stands next to me,
Leaning forward to see
The ghost of my son
Spinning and laughing all around
The sea beneath
This star-cluttered sk...

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Also by John E Marks:

Vestiges | Bounty | AMHARIC | The false economies of love | Stippled sky | the canal predicts | PASSING STRANGE | Remains | Seer | Occasional flowers | From woman better things spring | For Kassia: a bold and beautiful Byzantine poet | Alternative histories | Time's fool | An unholy curiosity | Elegy for Anna | SOLVING | Oscar goes to the zoo | On the way to the dance | Wild is the Way | Stutterer | The Scylla, | Pain | There is no patriotic art, just grievance | The swinging bridge | Just deserts | Heavenly | To the ghost-dancers of the Sioux - dedicated to my good friend, Jacob | Why we need to fly (for my good friend, Jacob) | Ch-ch-changes | Pouring out the vitriol |


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"Millionaires" we called it.
A reference to the way we felt when we emerged from the mud.
It's where we gathered to cool off, a small creek with a waterfall and mineral mud we liked to smear on our bodies.
We were soldiers, aid workers, doctors - far from home.
Our job to impose peace and end suffering in a land where western greed built a mine and turned people against themselves.
We layered...

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Also by Kate G:

Catch the wind | Pay attention | Silent soapbox | Labrat |

Spiritveteranwar poetry


I can almost see it in my mind So clear and yet so far How do i get there How do I get to where you are How do you feel when the beauty is encompassed all around you? Is it too much too bear? Does it all really just fall away? I can hear it, the soft crashing now The breeze blowing through those golden stalks Your skin as soft as velvet do you finally feel complete? You always dreamed yo...

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Infectious laughter

Don't leave your laughter

lying around here

it is contagious and

might infect others

we wouldn't want

people enjoying themselves

and having fun

it could spread like wildfire

rampant and unchecked

run amok and carefree

it may make the world

a better place

and we wouldn't want that

would we?

Haha haha.

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Ghost writer | Gentle caress | Hiding amongst the molecules | Beyond this place | My Realm |


White light

When the bough breaks

And falls to the fathomless earth

When the ground shakes

And it feels like rebirth


Do we look to the skies

With tear stained eyes

Or swallow the bread

And bury our dead.


Is life the only slot

To protect from this blinding spot

Or are we energy

To fly back to the heavens.


There’s no answer

Only faith to relive

The only a...

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Also by Phil Kay:

(untitled) | Homage to Shane | Life and death the only real question. | Bach | Ugly | Son | Panama Love | The Oxygen thief | Soul? | Light | Stories to tell early 1980 | 68 Grafton St 1977 | Fiery heart | Lost love | My Son | Free the mind | Amsterdam 1982 | Reflection refraction. | Kill Them All | pub | (untitled) | A night out in Jack Dempsy's bar New York. 1980. | So I Hit Him | They're Only Words. | Last Night. |

I'm Alright (lyrics)

I don't think it's going to be okay by the night
It feels like everyone has an opinion about the situation
They're not the ones that's left missing you tonight
If I could dream, if I could dream I could see you

There's a hole where you belong and I can't fill it
I think I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you
After you left I let my crippling illness win

I don't want to bother you bu...

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Also by Damon Blackery:

Melancholy Walking | Uneasy Thoughts | A Terrible Fate | Thoughts That Go Like Bullets Through You | The Ghost of Me | The T-Virus | Let's Pretend I'm Fine Like You Do | The Grin of A Killer 2 Little John Doe | The Grin of A Killer | A Broken Callous Heart | Happiest I've Ever Been | Maybe | Rubbish Poem |


Sometimes I find myself in a place

where you and I were once

together and I am overcome

by the memories of what

we once were.

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Also by j.k. Ren:

ENERGY | Heart & Soul | Let Him Go |



One of the most famous photographs caught an enthusiastic young US sailor grabbing a bent-over kiss  

from a young girl in New York City as Victory Over Japan was celebrated in 1945 and WW2 ended.

His death has just been announced - not long after that of his partner in that memorable picture.


So the young sailor in tha...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:


Mirror Mirror

(Written after watching about 25 people walk past, glued to their smartphones and brought to a fitting crescendo when two young ladies stopped to do a, "Pouting selfie," then walk on, face glued to phone.)


Mirror mirror in my hand, who's the fairest in the land?

Who has the most shapely hips, the largest bum, plumpest lips?

For the sake of sanity, feed my hungry vanity,

Confirm to...

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Also by Jason Bayliss:

Stories Untold | Life And Friendships | I Cast A Shadow | Dyslexia Rules KO | Be My Guide | Chatting By The Stovetop | Strong And Silent | The Silent Word | The Slant And The Chant | Coin | Whipping Willow | Coffee Pot | In This World | Ms.Donohoe Poetry Tennis Champion. | Yesterdays Kiss | Incline Lupine | Drive | Silver Shot Pocket Watch | Distil By Will | Words | Trust Me |

Without a care

God is for people who are ashamed of what they have done,
Because they agree they can wash away all their sins,
By killing God's only son,
Only myself can judge me because I'm not ruled by God,
Because I have made myself happy and free,
99 point 9 % are all sinners,
They will find themselves to be losers,
We will be the winners,
To free the people of this world who are kind but in pain,

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Also by Pip Thomas:

Genius mind | Loony bin | Peace of mind | Back to front | Gerry my friend | Band of brothers | Black bird in a cage | liers and cheats |



Honouring Holocaust victims
on the evening of last Monday week
reliving unspeakable  horrors
 through articulate rhyme and speech
we were made aware and reminded
listening silent in mournful array
those despicable thoughts
fired by hate long ago
lurk latent in hearts still today.

Awakened from restive slumber
  "New Order" perverted beliefs
 will repeat ol...

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Also by ken eaton-dykes:

(untitled) |

off-yellow (02/17/2019)

gone days 
of a whispered rack, lashed 
against obsidian history 
these ropes weren't made to slip over my wrists 
but that's what god invented nails for.

dawn days
breaking , split gut and glowsticks 
cured ham and other salted relics :
tryptophobic abstracts
tiger traps to tiptoe over 
the weight of legends heavier 
than bruised absconding feet 

colored nights 

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Jameson's can't say no garborator post mortem



When upon the surface of the earth

pebbles meet a pounding sea,

sit facing me and, eyes blindfold,

pick one and drop it in the space between

your pretty feet, my creaking knees.


We’ve played before, a simple game:

agree the duration of the hunt,

measured as the time it takes for, say,

three cycles of the breakers’ rush

from crashing crest to sucked-ba...

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Also by Peter Taylor:

Seaside Thoughts | UNDERFOOT |

Martin's Missing Sweatshirt

Martin's missing sweatshirt

is no longer lost

so he won't be incurring

the replacement cost


But if he did

there'd be change from a quid


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Also by Brian Maryon:

The Magnificent Seven (?) | Martin's Knee | The Man Upstairs | Everything You Need to Know About Gloucester | Ronnie's Pants (and so is his bowling) |



Where would men be

without the touch

of our pet's gentle paws


pets give us

kind relationships

from which we surely draw


pets give us pause

to restlessness

in softness they extend


a natural joy to all of us

we become

more gentle men.


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Also by d.knape:

Wedding Dress | Hearing Loss | Men Without Women | C'est La Vie | Bee Lines | Aging Rock Stars | One-Way Conversation | Acrobats | We Never Asked | Cows & Climate | The Poor | Old School | Braless | Good Company | Letting Out The Cat | Burning Inspiration | Being Good |

La Libreria (The Bookshop)

La Libreria (The Bookshop)


With no fear of embarrassment or exposure

I glided towards the portal of my desire

There in a warm dusty labyrinth I was home

surrounded by more paper than could be imagined

Shelves from floor to ceiling crammed with books

volumes neatly arranged some with frayed edges

Tables piled high with more of the same

as step ladders leaned against oth...

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Also by keith jeffries:

The Purge of Victory | He Sleeps in a Box | A Large Wooden Door | The Spring Offensive | The Beast | All will be well | Aerials | National Character | The Sugar Bowl |


He walks in time on withered legs

The weight of life and death upon his back

And around his neck a pendulum hangs 

Swaying to his beat 


He sows, he scythes gives love and grief 

The steady pace of time 

And lives he reaps to history’s keep; 

Succumb to the march of time

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child like | The red wood | Ochre | Do not wander into this fearful night |

2 Places

When you are having the best moments of you’re life time goes by fast 

That is heaven 

When you are going through the worst time moves slow 

That is hell 

One lets you move on 

One keeps you in its grips 

What a life what a life 


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Also by Mr.Anonymous:

Stages | Indecision | Exhausting | No title |

Super Snow Moon

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Super Snow Moon tell us 

the secrets you keep 

when you orbit earth 

as we sleep.

Tell us it is 

an optical illusion 

adding to our mass confusion.

Tell us of war and peace,

famine and feast.

Tell us please... 

How are we so different 

when it's the same moon we see?

Oh Supermoon, how we hunger for 

your guiding light from above 

to fill us with w...

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Also by Vautaw:

Clouds | Becoming | Stupid Cupid | Echoes of Life | To My Valentine | Ghosting | Sad Eyes | Soul Mates & Muses | Oasis | Soul Flames & Star Dust | Cha-Chi Legacy | Dancing with Addiction | Kings and Scribes |


Who are you ?

Be who you are, not what other's expect you to be.

Don't let yourself be influenced. Your only influence should be your life experience.

Don't be sad about what you did. Be proud of where it led you. 

If you feel you belong somewhere, Don't let people judge you. Just go for it.

You are who you are, only you can create you. 

So go for it. Who are you?

If no one could tell you your...

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Also by Émilie Gaudreault:

To afford a non-stressful life |

Player Piano

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Player piano in the empty funeral parlor foyer cranks

out old standards with a Dixieland flourish. The old

wooden cross. How great thou art. Take my hand precious

Lord. No one hears it. No one is here to discuss pre-planning.


No one peruses coffins for his aunt who has been sick so long

the family forgot she would die. No one is scooped out

by grief at the accidental death o...

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Also by Fernwood Press:

Poem from One of Our New Collections |



There's a cleft in a rock where blood flows out

from a gorge in Turkestan,

accessible only by arduous routes,

those who see it are mightily uplifted.


A blind man apparently started to see

when the sun came round at a quarter to three

on a highly significant alignment day.


A man sells ice cream from a four by four

a queue discreetly off to one side,

many pilgrim...

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Also by ray pool:


Sort of a Well Adjusted Adult, part II

I’m shelving books in a springtime

Blouse and high heels,

And life is okay when a patron

Walks towards me until she whispers

“You know, your shirt is on backwards.”

Then life rains on you for awhile. 


Once, a guy wrote how he

Preferred women in their thirties:

“Something about life experiences

That gives them that extra sexiness,”

(As if we are seasoned breasts)


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Also by Paris Tate:

Baking Soda | This Closure | The Stigma | Black Candles | When the DJ Played “Lovefool” on the First Night of Carnival Season in a New Orleans Nightclub, 2018 | The Storyteller | Scared | Before I'm Thirty | The Vanilla Girl | This It, Take It All | Ice Skating In New Orleans | Introvert's Day Off | Snapshots |


Heavy eyes catch the light I’m done with fights 
help me synthesize 
Shifting lies
Something you can’t see between the lines
Hiding behind my own demise 
Constant fear builds inside 
Strike my pride 
This isnt the love I’ve been waiting for all my life

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Also by Youthfullyxx:

Attention |


The dull silent ache goes on forever. 
Years go by in a rusty daze.. 
The mind is feeble but heart goes braver. 
 The dull silent ache goes on forever. 
No regrets to spend it differently ever.. 
Days are just another passing haze
The dull silent ache goes on forever. 
The spark and zeal  keeps throbbing still however... 

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Also by mona s:

Beginnings and endings |

Missing you!!

How miserably i miss you

The little chit chats i had with you

Your smile and your anger both are cute

Your care and concern makes my lips happily mute


Where have you disappeared

My soul went searching for you

Just before it. could find you

It was time for me to wake from dreams of you


I keep thinking about the times we spent together

Although not much story we ...

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Also by Do:

For you!! | Oh Soul dear!!! | Who are the real culprits? | Superior Race? | All for love!! | Speed!!!! | Drug addiction!! | It's a new day!! | by the fire!! | Who is he? | Whispering wisdom!!! | If a hug could fly!! | little corner in your heart!! (love song) | A blanket of HOPE | Haiku (feel of seasons) | If words could find some space!!! |

Sunday Morning

Bone china floral pattern cups with curlicue handles on deep saucers, with matching side-plates on white lacy doilies, laid out on a blindingly immaculate linen tablecloth. In the middle, a long-spouted teapot wearing a knobbly, knitted woollen coat sits on a gleaming chrome-plated stand. But all the attention is drawn to the three-tier, silver-framed cake-stand, with its abundance of fondant fanc...

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Keep it Close

This is for all the days

that you wake up feeling lesser.

This is for all the ways

that the order of the world has forced you to say "Yes, sir."

and feign a smile and take a bow.

For every time you have to clench your teeth

swallow your pride, crease your brow

this is the only thing I can leave you with.

For all the dull afternoons

and for all the lonesome nights.


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Also by Mae Foreman:

Wrongdoer | GR (In the South) | It's Always Raining on Lonely Sreet, Haiku | Shadows and Shades |

The Kids are Proper Communists

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I’ve always supported freedom and equality

I wanted minorities to have equal opportunity.

I believed in promoting a liberal social order,

Showing non-aggression and peace at the border.

I wanted to teach the world to live in perfect harmony,

So that our new Utopia would all be down to me,

But my kids are proper communists,

They want to overthrow the state.

They will give ev...

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Also by Randy Horton:

Language and Viruses |


For The Girl Who Likes Listening To Hearts

She never speaks but hears 
everything; the glistening of glass
on a midnight window pane, 
the click of mad doubt on a dead
phone line
the surety of anger in the past,
and, her eyes closed, she waits
for the tell-tale hourglass pulse
of certainty.

But when I stayed the pendulum 
with flesh and affection
she heard the future like a bull
rushing toward us 
and the sound
was enough t...

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Also by Kealan Coady:

T-Rex In Tank With Painted Bones | Sentience | The Sea As Sigil | An Accidental and Almost-Fatal Invocation | Cage Of Echoes | The Migration Of Shadows | Airstrike From The Eleventh Density | Tectonic | Spine Fire (Instructions For Survivors Of Kundalini) | The Ghosts We Haunt | The Dark At The End Of The Tunnel | This Corpse Eats The Stars With Bloody Feet | A Nightmare Room Made Of Broken Glass And Spider's Legs | Someone At The Door |

Then It Rains

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You ask on my behalf to rise and leave,

to dress without the hindrance

of bootlace worms returning at our feet.


In vain we anticipate permission from spiders

who watch in shadows, spinning webs

that constrain all action.


Standing, squatting, sitting, we are opposed,

resisted. We are tangled marionettes,

linked with quantum string, each responding

with ...

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Also by Jonathan Humble:

Invitation To Move On | And Yet | Jigsaw |

Please forgive Me Myself and My BPD


When you try your hardest you really do 

But your switches get the better of you 

It's not my fault I try and say but it still doesn't stop me pushing people away 

My actions speak louder than words but my actions aren't created by myself 

There all chemical imbalances that cause my mental health 

I say I'm sorry each time I mess up but there's only so many times people will he...

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Also by Laura Heydon:

Empathetic Daydreamer | Chronic pain | Lost at sea a battle against dementia and me |

apologyBPDmental illness

Last Night

Early evening news


And I’m shouting at the TV


Labour 7 - when’s the fight?

Honda - final worker, switch off the light

ISIS lady - seems contrite?

John McDonnell -  gritted teeth. So polite.

Len McLuskey (from Unite) - Really Len! Unite?

BMI - with its final flight

Jezz and Tessa - out of sight!


And the wife says

“What’s wrong with you?

All you’ve d...

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Also by Stephen Mellor:

Rhyme? |

Losing you in hues...

"Losing you in hues..."

I feel as if our time together was like a sunrise to sunset.

It began with you brightening the darknes in my life.


Much like a sunrise, you brought with you the promise of a new start.

You shined like the sun, bringing me joy and happiness.

I basked in the warm hues of happiness, content and love...


I forgot about the darkeness.

Sadly, I forgo...

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Also by Jay Garcia:

It was only ever fiction... | Hello, my name is _____ | Where does the light go? |

True Enforcer of Sleaze

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wearing fake turban here and there
throughout the country preaching saintly
ramble on as if you don't need material
but in fact also involved acute corruption

whatever you say for the people is important
but actually you steal people's money
manipulating state funds for means of sexual desire
enjoy the paradise of the world tasting 'pesing'

acting as if religion fighters turned out to ...

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Also by Suko Waspodo:

Daydream When Drizzle | Blend The Heart of Instinct | Lovely Early Morning | About Our Feelings | Embrace Your Sincere Love | My Longing's in Your Dreams | Romantic Love Fantasy |


What made me love Him

“What makes you love him?” They ask me 

It’s the  way he can make me smile when the only thing I want to do is lay down and cry until there is no life left in me.

Somehow he knows all the rights words to say to calm my troubled brain and save me from my own crooked thoughts.

His comfort is like a memory, it never leaves me.

He treats me like no one else ever has, always telling me I’m ...

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Also by Itsjustmedownhere:

Shannon | Ode to Depression |


His decline perceived in mine

Cold stares stemming from hurt vanity

That in mine is mirrored his decline


No glint of love or a complicity,

Only annoyance and displeasure

At his decline perceived in mine.


Together for two long lifetimes,

The reason for this change of heart?

That in mine is mirrored his decline.


If this resentment were a joint regret,

It ...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Much mourned death of an umbrella pine |





When, in some distant time; no, I don’t mean

Those halcyon days of summer, when you are busy

In a world adults cannot enter.

             Or splashing on shorelines, held tightly by the eternal bond

Of mother and father; or else falling in long grass

Grown taller than your head, while running so fast,

You were a blur to others.


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Also by trevor homer:


For my 6 month old grandaughter



Morning light came up on the shadows of souls

Down lonely dark roads littered with toads

That rained down from the sky, like a biblical plague

To drown out the sorrows’ and errors they’d made


And the rivers like blood, ran deep and dark

As the righteousness stood by, and the mad dogs barked

A fowl stench filled the air… it was one of pure dread

Of countless men...

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Also by poemagraphic:

The UNDERWOOD Page 8 | Why Bother? | Why? | The Music Box | Hypo | The Digital Dunce | Po’s prose prologue The UNDERWOOD Chapter 2 | Running up Moonbeams | The Sword of ‘Damocles’ | The UNDERWOOD Page 6 | Millstone of malaise | Beyond the neon sign |

#belief #faith #hopeThe Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

Laugh to Live.

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Happiness, in hands for you.

If you decided, not to be sad.

As a cup of water, to drink.

To clean your thoughts, to be glad.


Sadness, does not need to broach.

It always knocks, worried heart.

But Happiness, with a golden coach.

Asks, to ride happiness cart.


The Brain is yours, “to make use”.

Positively, think of your own.

Feel your value, never abuse.


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Also by Farag M. Afify:

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The Turtle Factory

Down the assembly line we go;

the finishing touch - fitting the soul -

is done - we're manufactured - so -

off the conveyer belt we roll -


- one by one.


We make for the beach and cluster there;

an army of turtles, the lakes our lair.


We are green like the night,

and in the distance – the city light;

(stay away from the light).


Let's take a swim in ...

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