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Comfortable

You want motivate to get out of bed 
You can't find in it yourself 
You'er a slave to your daily rituals 
But they're not going to help you find happiness
We got happiness and being comfortable mixed up

So smile and tell yourself that you're all okay
While you're drowning in the rain
Home is a place that keep's us locked
Into a comfortable loop that never ends

So if this is coping 
T...

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Also by Mikey V Kinsey:

Evergreen Town | Crystal Sky | Stop Sign | Heaven,Hell And Hockey Sticks | What Love Is. | A Open Letter For A Firefire | The Shattered Outlook | Words of The Waiting Man 4 | Gasoline & Hard Candy | Promise. | A Open Letter of Thoughts | Love Sick Boy  | Valentine's Day | Fall Apart | Mother. | Time And Space (February 12, 2017) | Pain | Rest In Peace | Apocalyptic Complement | Overcast of Melancholy |

the smell of snow

The smell of snow

 

Today snow covered the ground

In the town

Where I live

No kids

Were out in the open

Building snowmen

That image from the telly

Of rosy cheeked cherubs in wellies

And vibrant wooly hats and gloves

That marketing men so love.

Sadly I knew they would be alone

At home

Building virtual snow creatures

On their mobile phones.

My heart is...

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Also by eve nortley:

tonight | Earth thoughts | come down to the beach | they came | asylum seeker | spring | fatal attraction | size matters | the snow |

I spent my life

 

I still yearn for her while she spreads her dark fragrance in the place. She does not weary from caressing my lips in the morning and evening. My mistress in my loneliness and my geniality. I have known her since I was a child, playing with my fingers and sleeping after I close my eyes first.

I wonder if she would remember me after I leave this life. Would she be with her period of mutual ...

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Distance lends / Enchantment to the view*

Roll up

Join the tour

 

Look around

There’s a Shard n’ the London Eye

 

Weeping and saw it all

The laundry never shuts down

 

Sprouting chrome and glass

Soaring drone over the underpass

 

Too Many Mr Bigs from here & there

Too big individually to take on

 

Watching Games of Thrones

Sword fights in the street

 

Young boy died of stab wounds

“...

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Offensive words

You were the oasis of my life, my refuge, my identity and my words .. Shrapnel of your words are still in my body. It was shaken me from the vein to the vein and I do not know how I vocalise my time after that .. You hid my life forever ..

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A Visit To Graveyard

On Thursday evening
I pray near a Grave in Kashmir
Incense sticks
And candles
Lit in bundles
Aroma makes me feel
As I kneel

This is land of my forefathers
Where they rest
I too look for a place nearest
I belong to these graves
Here my soul craves
To sleep till eternity
In the Eden of divinity
What else I should ask
That has more dignity

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Also by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh:

Rainfall Tonight |

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Fairy Cakes, Butterflies and High Tea

Part one: Afternoon Tea
Sandwiches, scones and butterfly cakes
adorning lily white, fringed table cloths Matching gloved hands
giving silver service
Waitresses in linen aprons
and frilly hats
that cover locks
of unkempt hair.
Tea rooms steaming
The aroma’s from rich brews
of Indian, Darjeeling , Earl Grey
and mint teas
permeate through both floors
Crammed with aristocracy 

Genuine ...

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Also by Rick Varden:

The Centre of Nightmares | BEYOND SUNDERLAND | INTRIGUE | Age of Chivalry | Blue World Below | THE FEAR | PULSAR | WORDS |

'IT'

We tread carefully with the mere thought of getting it so dreadfully wrong, one may ask what ‘it’ is?. Is ‘it’ the walk of life?, the work we do and the love we hold so dear?, is ‘it’ that everything we cherish could so easily turn to dust with our fear, a nightmare beyond proportion fighting for survival, striving for success then at the stroke of achievement like a wonderous ice sculpture the we...

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Special Girl

she has her own special way

of turning around my day

she makes all the bad things go away

the second she says hey.

 

when i look into her eyes

i see beauty with no disguise

just looking at her makes my heart beat rise

sweets i am telling no lies.

 

only if she ever knew

how much my love for her is true

now is the time to start something new

before all of this...

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Also by Brendon Lee:

The Last One | What If? | Where | First Valentine Day's | Will You? | Lazy |

Love

PURPOSE AND PEOPLE

Life is like a bowl of cherries

with plenty of pits

if you are void of purpose

Sadness can be looming

then suddenly a project only you can do

comes into your day

Purpose to the rescue...

 

People

can't live with em

can't live without em

Humans can be a real pain

but they can stop the rain

from falling on your head

Make you happy

you are not dead

Even...

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Also by lynn hahn:

EASY STREET | ANTIQUE WOMAN | WEDDING SONG | WOULD I DIE | HELPS THE MEDICINE GO DOWN | JUST AIN'T THAT STRONG |

カラオケ

冬みたいに

死にかけている

私の声

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Also by J:

Gone to seed |

let go of old wounds

everything i owe is to you whats a girl to do

torn between a picture of two look me in the eyes youd never have a clue

the memories are shaky images of blue its been months still the hurt feels new

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Also by Youthfullyxx:

we are golden | no more looking back |

MOTHER OF A COLUMBINE MURDERER

I watched a Ted Talk the other night. The speaker was the mother of Dylan Klebold, one of the columbine killers. It struck me that it must have taken a lot of courage to do this thing and gave me an insight into how it also affects the parents of killers such as this. I wrote this...

MOTHER OF A COLUMBINE MURDERER

With quaking voice the woman stood
in front of a thousand strong crowd
and s...

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Also by Marc Hawkins:

YOU COULD SMOKE IN PUBS | TRIPPING OVER THE WELCOME MAT | TYPE III | PERFECT PAMELA |

Capitalism

Capitalism

Shut up

We're making money

Shit 

Everyone's dead

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Also by Robert C Gaulke:

I just came back from | Tribulations | Over my shoulder | Your Hair | Cautionary Heads | That weird year | Role Again | Summer of Thinking Too Much | Pretty Man |

Woulda - Shoulda - Coulda

I know

I woulda - shoulda - coulda - done better

Could of been a better man to you

Oh baby, for this I am sorry - sad but true

But you know as I know - as everyone else knows

You - shoulda - coulda done better by me too

And if you woulda - I just might have been a better man for you

 

Oh

We both shoulda known better

And yes

We both woulda - shoulda - coulda done be...

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Also by 220August:

Because  I have the Right | Normality a cultural prison | In the center of your calm | Creating Another Shakespearean Tragedy | Abandoned children | Choices | A walk in the garden with Juliet (How many Romeos have you killed?) | A Cooks Wish | It’s raining rose petals from the sky | Reverie |

PoemLove lost

The Veteran

Hey Ho! Hey Ho!

It's off to war we go

with flags a flying

no thought of dying

our country's might

we have to show.

 

So go! So go!

Keeping the peace, we know

our soldiers willing

to reduce the killing

our aim not to fight

but restore the light.

 

How so? How so?

We've come to free them,no?

Why call us lying

and watch us frying

smiling when huma...

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Also by Jennifer Malden:

Casualty |

Facebook

To illustrate how futile, yet alluring, Facebook can be to many.....

Facebook

How do I know my cousin’s daughter’s boyfriend loves Tex-Mex?

Because he tells us via Facebook that he’s spilled some on his kecks

He’s checked-in from Chiquito’s – just passed his driving test

He’s with his best pal, big daft Al, who’s had a tattoo on his chest.

 

These days my head gets filled with...

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Curtain Call.

I only write when I'm sad
Cause I use my words to cope.
So what am I supposed to say
When I feel the slightest bit of hope?

Love poems and positive thoughts?
I've tried that but it's all been said
I start writing and all I can think about
Is the times I wanted a bullet in my head.

Pretty typical stanza coming from me
Everything I write is basically the same
Oh no, I broke down the fo...

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Also by Nick:

Haunting Lulaby. | Family Tree | She Said. | Song Bird. | Punk Rockers Don't Sing The Blues. |

Goodbyethank youcurtain call

limbo

Here I am again.

Lost in the same world of limbo that I always get trapped in,

Oceans of mystery below me,

Plants growing underneath me,

Stars shooting above me,

I have been stuck in this oblivion for what has seems like decades,

Ideas and thoughts looping around and around inside this tiny head of mine,

Nothing seems realistic anymore yet it does not feel like a fantasy eithe...

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Also by Little Ghost Queen:

(untitled) |

saddepressionhopelesslimbo

Fig Tree

1.
in summer
we sit in the branches

picking leaves
from the strands
of our hair
we break the stems
and touch
the bleeding tips
to our tongues

2.
quietly
the fruit falls

aging in the soft
shoulder of the ground

flies gather
eating life
before the ending day

3.
summer fails
gathers
and fails again

new grass
grows
crowded against
the wooden fence

my mother
kil...

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cult (02/25/2018)

Dianetics :
fake sweeteners' faith for diabetics
saccharine and hollow 
following and tumbling after 
brave men to eat a labyrinth 
sold cardboard insurance disasters

gun-running is in my blood 
but I've never sold with a smile
ravenous as a cult following
leaden-mired and wallowing
for the right to wear hearts
cyclical-actioned 
beared on sleeves
and my departed leave none bereaved
...

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Also by Zach Dafoe:

pied (02/20/2018) | sea-faring (02/13/2018) | strong (02/05/2018) |

guns don't kill people

ENDING WITH A WRIST FLICK

Its all starting to click, So fast so quick. The clarity of it makes me think its a trick, Lights me up as though its a matchstick. I see it tick, I feel it kick, and am left with confusion so thick its a brick, and hope it will all end with a wrist flick.

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Also by Nyanjiru Wambugu:

FOREVER | LAMENTATION | I FELL IN LOVE WITH THE DEVIL | MAYBE | (untitled) | FARE THEE WELL MY LOVE |

A Manc's A Man (Fer All That)

 

A Manc’s A Man Fer All That

 

Around ar way by night or day

down cobbled crofts an all that,

On chavenues or scallyways

we dare to roam fer all that,

You’re ten men an big chat,

but you know nowt fer all that,

So close yer mouth an use yer ead,

a Manc’s a man fer all that.

 

We like ar chips not fancy dips

or posh cuisine an all that,

We eat ar scran fro...

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Warhawk and Nate

Warhawk and Nate
The Warhawks took off and flew upwards
Like angry hornets looking for trouble
Covering the frail old biplane
A flying camera with brave crew
Tasked to look for enemy locations
Flying here and there warlanes they were
American flown Curtiss fighters
Guarding the Filipino crewed Stearman
On a mission of war in the second global war
The Japs were ready and scrambled planes
...

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Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:

pagpag | to what | leaded | Hidden | “Sir. They Hit the Wrong Town” | Goth Fall | She Defeated Death | Beware! | Thai By | Dog Loose | Chemical Fire | Chair Man  | the lovers of time | no talk | Girl Love Stars | Tarac |

warlossplanes

You

I stopped to blink 
And saw your beautiful face
There in the rainbow
Holding the light at bay
Creating a startling array of colours
That could only have been seen
At the dawn of the universe.
You moved to deflect the reflection
And caught a ray of sunshine
In your smile
I could only look on and wonder
At this sight of an angel.

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Also by Jon Stainsby:

Angels and Monsters | Autumn leaves through the front door |

LISTEN UP, SON

Listen up son:
i've known cash, folding

the sluttiness of it,

how persuasive it can be.

 

Dirty, used notes

no truck with morality.

 

Once or twice cash has come easy

in plenty,

lifted me up, then brought me down. 

 

Those days are over,

lost with Securicor vans,

balaclava raids, sawn - offs.

 

Lost to an artificial world

of numbers crunched on scre...

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Also by ray pool:

THE HOG'S BACK, A REVELATION | RHAPSODY FOR A DEAD REPTILE | FIRST JOBS IN THE GARDEN | DISTANT VIEWS | TEETH | CRIMINAL WAYS | MUNICIPAL PRIDE | THE MEASURE OF A POET | BRIE de MERSEY | INERTIA | RESTLESS SOULS |

Universal language

Love speaks to everybody
It's a universal language 
It connects us all over the world 
We use it to speak globally 
Everyone has felt love 
And everyone will feel it 
It's what connects us humans 
And stops us walking alone 
Love can crush the world 
And lift it back up again

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Also by Alonelymouse:

If I die tomorrow | Endless optimism | Crossroad | I want |

Far Away In My Living Room When We Have Real 3d Television

far away in my living room
when we have real 3d television
will starving huddled children 
project on our carpet
will they baffle pets
realistic in every way
until you run to the kitchen
to try to feed the visitors..

i will stand there 
perhaps walk around them
in the middle of my living room
cup of tea in my hand
with magical goggles i will be able to reach
and touch them all
the ...

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Also by Suki Spangles:

Crimewatch Verses Spartacus ~ Blame Russia |

sci-fi poetryTV news

The Drum/John Scott/Translation In Amharic/Alem Hailu/ያስጠላኛል ያ ቀፋፊ ድምፅ የታምቡሩ(ለመዝሙር የታሰበ ግጥም)/ጆን ስኮት

I hate that drum's discordant sound,
Parading round, and round, and round:
To thoughtless youth it pleasure yields,
And lures from cities and from fields,
To sell their liberty for charms
Of tawdry lace, and glittering arms;
And when Ambition's voice commands,
To march, and fight, and fall, in foreign lands.

I hate that drum's discordant sound,
Parading round, and round, and round:
To ...

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Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

The sky is the limit |

first world warWar poetry

Feel

Feel the flowers grow

The sun upon your skin

The stars that kiss you softly 

The earth beneath you spin

 

Taste the sweet of happiness

 the joy within your win 

the bittersweet of victory

the sickly sweet of sin

 

Be proud of all your medals

Be proud of what you did

For you survived tragedy 

When you were just a kid

 

Feel the river flow

The rain upo...

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Also by Natalie Rupik:

sorry | damaged goods |

Your back

The way you look at me

It’s like a spell

I'm scared

I want to cry because it feels genuinely real

My mind 

is it playing with me

My heart is strong saying no way

Why won't I let you love me

I'm scared to let you get close to me

As you open me 

Squeeze me

You hold me close like you never want me to leave

When I stare back 

But not for long 

Because you will...

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Also by sasha:

Move on New Year | 30 | Direction | Three Words | Christmas | Seasoned | Dance Honesty | Naturel Love | Grapes | Chess | Surprise | Bar | Distance | Two | Snow | Message | Dream write | Tornado | Jail | Blue moon |

Red Pearl

Red Pearl

 

You are such a beautiful woman and I spent my life trying to find you

as I look at the waters of the beach, so beautiful and so sparkling blue

but in the water, I see something shining and I see it staring at me

I must go get it, before it is too late

the wind is perfect and it is such a perfect day

 

I see it and I swam for it and I saw millions of diamonds

...

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Also by Gerald Morgan:

(untitled) |

lovepoetryaffectionlove passionbeach thoughts

S

Serenity Slope, Saint Sebastian

Sunday; summer solstice ’77

Second Spire

Suite 17; 66th Storey.

She’s still sleeping…

Spontaneously swooping songbirds, serenading sacred seascapes, sing sentimental songs sailing swiftly southward.

“Stop staring,” she says sleepily, shyly smiling. Somehow staring seems so surreal since seeing Sarah; seems so somatically subsistent. So smitten, so ...

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Also by Jake Vincent Belmont:

Rats in the Courtyard | Once |

Discernment

A valuable gift,

An emotional curse,

Seeing past the illusion,

Stuck with the truth

 

Ugly at times,

But you know it’s for the better,

In a world of pretenders,

There’s only a few authentic left 

 

A loving heart,

Unable to be free,

God forbid you love a fraud,

Imagine you’re 6 feet deep 

 

The mind and the heart are at odds,

HOW can they reconcile?

...

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Also by Gabrielle Renee':

Passion Ablaze | Virus in the Motherboard | Warrior | Whispers |

Mirrorreflectionjudgmenttrusting your choices

Southport line III – 1969 (Blackberry Way, A Clockwork Orange, peril and the driver’s face)

i hadn’t yet read A Clockwork Orange in ‘69

but i was 15 and the same age as Alex

and my ‘Blackberry Way’

was about to become

Alex’s 5th and 9th

 

i hadn’t yet been introduced to Alex’s classics

but i’d become obsessed with Beat Music

and in early nineteen-sixty-nine

The Move’s Blackberry Way

topped the UK charts

 

i hadn’t any of Alex’s psychopathic penchants

...

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Also by J R Harris:

Southport Line II – the 60s (last days of steam) | Southport Line I – mid 50s to early 60s (childhood) | Lord and Sharman shoe factory; Pemberton |

2-25-18

i do Stretches on the wall

to keep my adult posture

from returning to a crawl

as i’m put out to pasture

i’m learning from Life what is free

plus At minus has the pure

like the Winds may teach the tree

Gusts test if footing is sure

and Breezes cool all the leave’s

Cross to bear of us with fur

not just the one who believes

We have in our mind the cure

i just can’t...

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Human condition

Skeletal remains of burnt and blackened trees hiss by the open window, down to cool the wet air heavy and thick with humidity. Plumes of red powdery dust explode from tyres pounding the rough dirt road, snaking through hills older than time itself, unable to tell stories of an age long forgotten, just black and silent, giant and ominous against the eery blue sky, marked with inky clouds sprawling ...

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Dark light philosophy

miss you

These eyes cry a thousand times, without a wipe to my face

My heart beats with a skip in it, knowing your out there without me

My body gets weak when I'm thinking of you, that's why it's hard to lift myself up

I'm nothing, nobody, lost, scared, blind without you

I miss you so much

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Also by Ruben:

free fall | her | her |

Running high.

There's a time,  

Between the night and the day 

When my heart pounds,  

I must try to take a step, 

For in seeing you 

I see myself, 

There are Rainbows ahead, 

Vultures circle, 

But your words give me strength 

To fight this fight, 

I am not alone, 

I have my soul family with me 

and my heritage is the reason, 

Their are words in me, 

Fellow poets and ar...

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Also by Nicola Byrnes:

Critics | For you | Let it be | For all that is | Nobody |

Full

Open your mouth
Ill spoon feed you soil
So you can taste
All the shit that comes out of you

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Also by frey:

Poisoned | We're on a break | Break to build | Standing at the cliff's edge | Sunrise | My mother, a purist | Pain in the ass | here | 12am |

END

End 

 

You may go and I’ll watch with a heavy heart 

As I see you turn from where we were at the start 

 

I’ll be stood in this place where we were once stood close

Where our lips pressed together, where I held on to your clothes

 

I’ll remember the feel of the skin against mine 

Your breath in my ear , in my mind I’ve developed a shrine 

 

Is that alright for you?...

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Also by Ria Richardson:

Lips Lock | Gone |

More than the eye can see

More than the eye can see

 

Everything we desire is transitory

we grasp it and it slips away

Nothing is really permanent

not even ourselves

 

We chase our tails

like playful dogs

We follow the fashions of the day

which lead nowhere

 

We build only to witness decay

we love but only for a season

The rains often torrential

soon give way to aridity

 

...

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Also by keith jeffries:

Three Score Years & Ten |

THE CASTING COUCH

(And Who Forced Them To Get On It?)

 

“Come join me on my casting couch; come sit by me, m’dear;

I’m really quite avuncular; there’s nothing you need fear”.

 

“Oh, please sir, I remain unsure; I fear that isn’t so.

My mother always cautioned me, ‘The casting couch? Say No!’”

 

"You have no need to think I’ll hurt or harm you. Lordy Lord!

It’s just a game of dice we’ll pl...

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Also by John Coopey:

It's for The Gun we speak | t'Monkey - Deliverance Meets Kes | THE SAGA CRUISE | LOVELIER | THE GODS OF COMEDY | HEY THERE VAGINA | JUST ONE TOUCH |

The black coffee..

Tick tock tick...
Her heart tock ticks...
Drying her lips,
a coffee she sips...

Recalling the things,
Memories she sings..
Tick tock tick...
Coffee she spills..

Giving her thoughts,
to fly with the wings...
Tick tock tick,
again she blinks...

Her life was the coffee,
in the bitter and sweet...
And then she is gone,
in the next minute...

Roovi

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The Paranoid

There are moments in life where people will think your paranoid,

For what you see is not friends but enemies.

Those are the times where you must say...

"Who you see as friends with bright colors,

I see as enemies with dark hues.

 

To be aware,

To be cautious,

Is not a paranoid thing to do.

It is simply knowing who to trust,

When the times get tuff,

When all you nee...

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ParanoidTrustColorsLife

Half Term Holidays

Dawn cries to our hill, foretelling of day,

with deep shadows brightening, tree tops enlightening

the jackdaws, whose wing flaps and foot hops prepare them

as aerospace sky-students pre-warming to fly.

 

Bed clothes reject us, for now we must rise

to gulp down our porridge which tells us – surprise –

no need for our satchels, our bonnets, our books –

we’re here for our holi...

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Also by Rich:

Sit with me | Summing Up |

 Looking Thru Your Windows

 

...returning your stare. She is


too small to speak, she is


dying. She- gone, ah, football!


And what's this? Going through 


your bins. How you hate it so


close to home; the cheek of it. 


Invalid old crone, dirty thing.


Ding dong. Jesus Christ. Now what 


do they want? You don't 


have to answer that...

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Also by Adam Whitworth:

Quilling | In Thomas Hardy's Wessex | Lullaby For The Dying | Death | Another Attempt |

The Good Fight

I've fought the good fight and still fighting . Still waiting  still hanging around . Still waiting to be listened to . Still having trouble  . Forever hanging around . When will people listen . When will they believe  . When will they ever take heed . Our children are still being abused . Children used for sex . And children forever not listened to . Who do you believe . The Haves or the Have not...

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m---y

m---y

“babe, here’s something i just wrote—i think you might like it! it goes like this:

 

‘the truthful glance you cast upon me felt like concrete poured into a casket
.it crushed me.
crushed me into a pulverized valentine’s card,
you know, the ones with sweet nothings smothered on a canvas donning a bleeding heart;
but this valentine’s card dared to push through to the other side of...

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daydreamsinfatuationstructured formwordplay

View the flatland

Round and round I go,

instinct be the driver,

push forward, push forward,

the new, the new.

 

Round and round I go,

happen upon some oasis,

drink cool water and am refreshed,

rest, and unrest.

 

Round and round I go,

the dune field surrounds,

endless sand beneath my feet,

reach a crest during the night.

 

View the flatland.

My instinct is my loop,

...

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aug 8th 2017&

The time moves, moves ever so needing laps looking for final rest a place to call not alone . over  I welcome her lingering eye I awaite more. given her direct attention no suspence. tripping on many memories I emitt hate of oneself  the past reclaimes no rest looking for endings.  needing yesterday,forgetting today more envy more somber of those who let go, where many grasp tight eager to stand e...

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Also by Edward Mogyoros:

aug 8th 2017 | joy | foregotton |

Whimsy

Life is brief

but lasts a long time. 

I like short poems

and it helps if they rhyme. 

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Classroom - vertices -

 

Jan folded the letter 

running a finger along

its crease.

She looked up-

somebody was explaining

functionality

She stared at the new argument

written on the white board

then returned to the letter

the fold

another plane

pressing and creasing

vertices missing corners

peaking... She sighing.

His orientation with her

is now disengaged,

they were no...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

Speechless | Wandering Expositions | Mark ee Smith yeah | snip snip | Persephone's ruin |

I lay my head

Would I lay my head upon the block?

My neck into the noose

My body to be stretched

Bent and gashed upon the rack

To be devoured by hungry hearts

Allow my head to be placed upon a spike

For all that I would hold dear

For the revelry of all of those

Who would watch and sneer

Against accusations and false imprisonments

To satisfy the lust of those

Who would say they

...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Hidden treasure | Heels | Doors |

A weapon and its morality

Imagine there's someone using a gun

Or a sharp bladed weapon for ill,

When it comes to their use

Let's not be obtuse 

The aim is usually to kill.

A gun or a knife that threatens a life

Is the extension of minds in a role

That seeks to impose

Their will upon those

Whose fate they want to control.

If someone is armed and others alarmed

At the threat that they represe...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

THE O'NEILL | HIGH FIVE | JUGGLING WITH LETTERS AND WORDS | A QUESTION OF WAR | THE GOING RATE |

dramamine blues

notice: the dirty light through the window is picking out

the melanotic filaments that runrampantinthecorneroftheeye(s)

fixed on an upturned shoe its sole smeared

with shit notice: every book i own tells a story

but not one book tells mine notice: can we blink

through that something that the sun bakes in to our eyes notice:

all the gifted people are asleep on the floor dreaming

...

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Also by Stuart Buck:

van |

Pastoral

For Gwen, Anne and Eryl

 

In that happy heady grass-green Spring of my years

A time of lambent lamb slow lamb full days around a whited cottage

Lent us space and ease beneath the sun long sky

Golden glorious hours together in a single thought

With close chicken scrape and distant herd

When the swallows dipped to the fly buzz

When the kite climbed to a gliding speck

     ...

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Also by Chris Armstrong:

Mostly Welsh | One people | Danger! No Swimming | ἀλκυών | A dream itself is but a shadow | Aberystwyth Scenes, 1970 | Letters | The Man on the Mountain |

countrysideWalesCambrian MountainsfarmsfieldssunnightstarsmoonpastoralcowssheephorsesloveEndymionSelene

Searching

It was,it was not,

it existed as nothing

Eluding creation 

unseen, unheard,

undetected 

Veiled in darkness 

present,by absence

It was, it was not

before the beginning;

then into existence 

and after the end

Hidden in the eyes

Of the gods

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Also by DESMOND CHILDS:

Red Window | His Demise | Wakening | Shoreline | Owl | Into | Like Eve |

INCESSANT FLOW!

Neither you can escape,

nor I can leave,

this is the life,

which is given to perceive.

Perception as such,

which makes you believe,

you are here,

for an abundant achieve.

Achievement as such,

free of deceive,

it is only meaningful,

if it expunge all's grieve.

This selfless work,

in the twilight eve,

assures your worth,

and content is what you receive!

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Also by MANISHA SAINI:

HEARTS AND FLOWERS |

On The Border

After a pause due to computer woes, I return to the airwaves with this offering. Its predominant theme appears to be the fear of change which, for me at least, is pervasive.

 

On The Border

The sky's dissolved in enveloping greys,

close as blankets, cold like hotel sheets;

looking over your shoulder as dawn raises day -

you test the gloaming's disdain for lamp-lit streets.

 

...

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Also by Chris Hubbard:

Buried in the Sunlight | A Song for the Fragile |

billowedborderlandenvelopingfeyfootlingfosseguidancelamp-litnewoldsilencesmoulderingswifttiles

Goodbye

Candles lit,

Flickering and illuminating,

The grief heavy room.

 

Such grace she had,

Lying still.

Cold.

Motionless.

 

...Until it was too late.

 

What shame,

She had so much to live for.

A shame,

They didn't know the troubles,

That lie beneath.

 

Goodbye.

In shaky letters,

Written by tired hands.

Her last note said.

 

A glass near ...

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Also by Vanessa Grosz:

Grand Entrances, Silent Escapes | Only for me | Loves Contract | Reasons | Stolen...Then Shattered | Stuck In The Deep End | Time |

Sacred Path

Sacred Path

 

we walked the ancient path together

where ancestors had worn the land

into a waypoint to the barrow

 

carefully observing rituals and customs

under azure skies we stumbled on our way

across this land of Albion

 

the hops the wheat the barley

bowing heads in solemn recognition

of the passing of souls

 

as we walked we talked of many things

...

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Also by Ian Whiteley:

ameriKKKan trilogy version 2.0 |

afterlifebeliefburialfriendshipgrieflossritualjourney of lifedeath

Anti-valentine

The sweet words of deceiving lips she’s grown to despise
Her heart growing lonesome, from cold nights
Awaking with her man not by side
Mornings bring revelations of bitter truth
Her king claimed by another, same sad news
This endless cycle leading her heart to decay
Longing for affection yet only yielding rejection
If this is love I don’t want none...

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loveHeartbreak

Free

Heart and mind chained 

Whole body locked in 

Wanting to break loose and free my mind 

Spread my arms and legs without the care in the world 

Speak what's on my mind 

Tired of being caged in 

Set me free 

Set my mind free

Set my body free 

Let me soar 

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Also by Saniya:

Daddy's Little Girl Wish |

Entropy

Time is a bomb and love is a laserquest

I jump into the lone stream

Where can we travel as one dream

How can I ask of myself where to go from my dream...

 

Almost necessary to beg

But why isn't it so obvious?

 

Ticking clock and it's embarrassingly consequential tock

looking down on me

An heir of words doused with troubling thoughts

and feelings

Evinced with reg...

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Also by Seven Charles:

To be a Stranger |

Life In The Fast Lane

Wet day, rush hour, heading for the ring road

Short cut, rat run, cutting out the main road

Get into the wrong lane

Bumping on a low drain

Stop go, real slow, hitting every stop light

Hope I get to work before the boss gets uptight

 

Can’t stop, school run, hurry up the scallywags

Strap them in the car and drop ‘em in the zig zags

Check they’ve got their schoolbags

He...

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Also by Trevor Alexander:

I Like You But |

Summer '74

Gaping gates rhythmically punctuate the spiky high hedges,

opening portals into a life of bales and machines

all lying idle, waiting for work.

Flitting skylarks pour their songs from somewhere above

to meet the rising petroleum aroma of hot tarmac,

the sticky whiff of cows sheltering in a shed

from the sun that reddens my boyhood neck and my arms.

I’m squirming on a too hard p...

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Also by David T Jones:

roots and branches |

#Me Too

Imagine on a date, comfortable in good jeans
Meeting complete stranger during an afternoon
Not excepting pressure, just a drink without swoon
To see the connection over liquid proteins

Now imagine her drunk, already with great buzz
And he comes in with smile and sharing attitude
To be able to talk and find a better mood
As the sun shines outside, to shallow drunken fuzz

Five minutes in...

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Also by Louis Audet:

The strokes | Kissing her neck | Ghosting | Rising Up | The ride | Combustion |

Cyclades

Look at the light of the candle

flickering like a spirit trapped in the wine glass,

who's watching over this close communion?

It seems you can forget a face

just like anything else,

like the rocks and the flowers

on the hillside slipping into the tranquil

night around us.

Leaving behind the aftermath of a scene,

this little table with it's plates,

olive stones and b...

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Also by Tom Harding:

4am | Coffee Break |

From Caterpillar to Butterfly

It's cold and confusing.

A bomb needing diffusing.

Strainging and stressful.

Though secretly blessful.

Her heart and soul are at war.

Depression growing like a sore.

A life filled of grief.

No hopes of relief.

Her heart cries out to God,

Her face and body, the facade.

Nobody sees the real me.

Feelings behind the walls you see.

Restrained by her own mind.

Her ...

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Schizophreniadepressioncry for help

To the Man I Once Called Daddy

They say a daughter’s first love his her dad.

They’ll tell you it’s the greatest love you’ve ever had. 

 

Sadly, no one told me there were men like you. 

The kind that yell at mommy and hit her too.

The kind that sings boldly in the church pew, but when no one’s looking, he touches you. 

 

Daddy, remember that night pops died?

I remember when you laid at the foot of my bed ...

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I

 

Who am I? 

 

Self realization, that I can re-construct the true strength in me! 

Self realization, that I can flaunt afront the world despite of all encapsulation.. 

Self realization, that I house the courage to rebuild myself with all my broken pieces... 

Self realization that my ignorance will destroy them more than my vengeance.. 

 

Helped me know myself... 

And I u...

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Also by Shruti:

The dreamt destiny | The uninvited gust | The heaven |

hu·man·i·ty (h)yo͞oˈmanədē noun 1. the human race; human beings collectively

At what point
Do I know what part of my encyclopedia
Is telling the truth?

It is all that i have ever known, tucked deep within
Countless hallways of streaming
Electricity
That function
The city.

There is always so much
constant
news
information
and theories that distill within sweet waters
of temporary acceptance.

Yet late when the lights are low
save for the screen
that pou...

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Memories

When it was discovered, we recoiled

Out of doubt, out of fear

We focused on the opinions of others

Instead of what we thought

 

When I let our secret fly free,

I was shown acceptance and love

Hope blossomed like a cactus flower

It would be okay. 

 

He was capricious, of two minds

One day yes, the next was no,

He produced a name, but renounced his love

I proce...

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Also by K.F:

So Unpredictable | Driving Through Cromwell Hill Road |

coupledeathgriefheartacheheartbreaklifelosspainregretrelationship

I Don't Fear

Fear is not in this world,
to fear, I was never told.

Oh fear, for me is impossible
to fear, I was never enough capable.

Fear, it keeps us in captivation,
be free, don't let it take over you with anxiety and tension.

Oh, I have not known how to fear
Or else I wouldn't have been here.

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Also by Aishi Rajvansh:

Day at School | The World | If I was ... |

fearless

Being Naive

I'm naive to belive 
But I'm still fallow it indeed 
I'm naive to live 
So I enjoy my Being it 
I'm naive to be free 
And my freedom it's with me
I'm naive to see 
But when I look on you 
The love it's presents to me 
I'm naive to breath 
So each breath I treat 
Like a last that I ever will take 
I'm naive to dream 
But in all of daydreaming 
I see the infinite beauty all with in
I'...

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Also by Artur Hulboj:

Old Soul | " I " | Healing journey 2 ( song) | Freedom song | Lady Life | Mother Earth (song) | Divine Marriage | Love and Heart | Every present moment |

Trapped soul

I sold my soul now i'm paying the price

He feeds off my anger and sadness

he wont let me out i feel trapped

i'm stuck in this deep dark deprivation 

It started off fine because i was blind

Now i see it for what it really is

i'm outside looking in at it

his eyes are dark and souless

nothing in their but evil

I feel like a possession and object a thing. 

Not a human bei...

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Also by stephanie:

Domestic violence | Deed done | Spiteful out of envy | Unconfident | Mainstream media | Technology can be a virus to society | Shopping Addiction | Zodiac - cancer | Social media | Wandering mind broken down | Wandering mind | Neediness | Valentine | Weakness and sorrow | Despise of sadness | Primark | SandyHills | Charlie & Marley | Tanya & Tiny | Alexander | The sims |

demonsoulstolentrapped

Cavalier

Your vernacular usage is privileged as the only discourse

Suited to the now compulsory affirmation of mediocrity.

 Democracy. That’s fair enough I suppose.  S’far as it goes.

Gather to a greatness:  the ooze, ooze of oil.  Toil. Toil.

 Endless gold and land form the sinews of war you say

Let the welfare of the people be the ultimate law you say

No one is so old that he cannot li...

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Also by John E Marks:

Up the Close | Light waves to Schrödinger’s cat | Fear in a handful of dust | L'AFRIQUE | H.M.M. Committed suicide, Cambridge, 1873 | IT IS NO TIME | When the poet ceases singing | So heavenly | A waste, of time | Shelley |

I'm new

How i feel right now is definitely a question not to be answered properly,because this is my first time on doing the blog thing. Then again it's my first time so i should just be calm amd throw in a piece(an old one though) 

"Your imperfections, flaws and scars define you like cosmic alignment in the stars....
You my friend are amazing, just the way u are"
 

 

 

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New Blog Entry

What then, What now?

Looking back at all the things I said,

I wish I could of bit my tongue if I knew what lied ahead,

Is it really pride?

Or am I just scared of the emotional ride?

Don't have time to decide,

When your mind has been tied,

All this time,

Should of kept things black and white,

With a little bit of red,

Maybe it's the colors you shouldn't dread,

But what lies in your head,

...

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Also by Stephanie Haden:

Scattered Minds |

Heatons Arts Trail

The organisers of the Heatons Arts Trail have sent me the following about our proposed workshops:

 

We need something specific from poets. Their ideas would need to go into the application or be discussed and decided beforehand.

No idea how it would be organised re the working together with artists but we need to have something concrete from someone wanting to do a workshop. So that we ca...

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Also by Stockport WoL:

February 2018 Collage Poem - Running with the Wild Wind |

Heatons Arts trail2018

Middle Child

You’d never imagine the strength
  An eleven year old boy can muster,
Dragging his sister through the smoke.

Nine years old next Tuesday.

She takes a long, slow drag from the pipe,
  Cupping it in her mouth, blowing out smooth,
Then passes it to me.

Tiny red ember, delicate crown of ash.

You can’t stop to think when you reach the stairs,
  Even though you feel her head hitting
Ea...

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একোয়াহৃদিয়াম

 

 

সর্বনামে তাকাও-

এড়ায়ে যাওয়ার তুলনামূলক শিল্পীত পন্থায়।

ঈদের বিশেষ নৃত্যানুষ্ঠান, বাসা ভর্তি মেহমান

এবং দেয়ালের ঐকান্তিক মথ, আয়নায় শোয়ানো টিপ

আরও প্রথাগত.. বাদবাকি পায়রার অর্গল।

শোন সংযত-

এবেলা বৃষ্টি

ও বেলা তোমার মুখ

আমাদের প্রাচুর্য্য এই_

(দিকশূন্য নগর ডুবে গ্যালো তত্ত্বের ব্যাবাক আরোহনে

জলোচ্ছ্বাসের সংকট আর পূর্বাভাসে জলবেষ্টিত ফুটপাথ-

বিছানো ইটের পুলস...

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Yearning...

Why is it when i express my feelings, you can't understand?

Yeah i talk alot, yeah i go into detail... but you the only one i give that energy to.

It's so comforting to have these feelings towards you...

but one wrong word and i have these feelings towards you. 

Not feelings of hate or sadness or shame

But this major discomfort of being comfortable to keeo it 100 with you

 It may...

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Also by Elijah M Crouch:

Finding Purpose |

Daddy's Girl

For as long as I can remember,

you were always there for me when I needed you,

You would always make me feel better when I was hurt.

You were my protecter, my best friend, my dad.

Late afternoon naps, cakes on my birthday, even always sharing whatever you had with me

meant the most to me.

You've taught me so much that has made me apart of who I am today,

for that I can't thank...

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Also by L. Nicole:

Late Nights With You | Foreign Feelings |

Happy Valentine's!

 

It's such a happy homely brand,

such a loving hand to hold.

Nothing says "forced adoration" quite the same

as an overpriced printed bit of Hallmark card.

 

Though I came in drunk last night

and all we've done is fight,

and we haven't actually spoken for a week,

this greeting card's designed to wipe out

all the battle lines and it's guaranteed

an armistice today.

...

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Also by Laura Taylor:

Not Exactly Miss Jean Brodie |

Valentine poemvalentines day

A Part Of You

Our life is a song

When hard times are too long, a hit from the bong moves me along

The all seeing eye, watching, like the moon stocking

A guardian angel following, keeping me from the clutches

Or, am I Satan himself

Watching, laughing, unwilling to help

The I is placed before the U

Your chain of circumstance, I cannot undo

Repent before me, your pride and ego

Your stron...

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Spring

The Sun, it rose

Refracting through the cold, crisp, crystallized, snow

The birth of a new day in its silent stillness

All life adapted to survive its harshness

Owned by the earth and cosmos

Conscious to unify in its presence

Thoughts of waking with the earth in the days to come

A rejuvenation of profound beauty that worships the sun

Thoughts of new love and a warm heart as...

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Broken Poet

I know a broken writer when I see one. Their shaky hands but perfect handwriting, the kind of perfect they wish to feel.

Their broken eyes and their chapped lips, trying to cram all of their emotions into one single page.

Trying to find the other hidden figures like them, begging the universe to let them be happy but still be broken enough to care.

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Also by Sarah White:

This Boy |

In Praise of Books of Poetry

My beloved books sit

Huddled on shelves - shelves and shelves -

Thick spines thin spines snazzy spines bedraggled spines

Finger-worn with years of turning pages

From school days and formal tuition.

Or glossy new, recently acquired

Slim and shiny from fellow poets

Who share their words on stage or internet

Many - like me – self-published - unchallenged.

 

From these ...

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

'My Song of God' by Ewan Thomas Holt, Age 11 |

To My friend

I felt you close, inside my chest
I felt your presence, next to mine 
You came with me for a year

I heplessly tried to ignore you for the first months
Endlessly distorting my mind and body to thumping BPMs 
Spewing words out into the air, so that they would stain the silence
I would still hear you as I looked out at the trams, moving across the city in the night
I would feel your shoulder...

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Also by Charlotte Colvin:

The room at the back of my brain |

Breath of Life

The days elongated

The nights colder

The meals empty

The fun boring

The life without you

Death

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Also by Isurugi Noe:

Infatuation | Actions Speak | True Gentleman | Night Next to Day |

Hello

Hello is anyone there? I am speaking but it appears no one is listening. I talk but to deaf ears. What am I suppose to do? I have something to say. Can you hear me? When someone does speak they will say I am listening.  Then you speak but they still don’t hear you. Can I talk to you? Sure but it goes in one ear and out the other. Can I help you?  Sure and the leave you with their trouble.  Why don...

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Silver Barred Owl

there’s a melancholy feel that erupts my whole being 

from the tips of my hair to ends of my feet. 

sometimes i don’t know 

what it is. 

is it live? 

longing for the attentiveness of someone else 

other than my own 

sudo euphoric Utopia

i’ve fashioned for myself

from the midst of me digging my own grave? 

is it the fleet footed feeling i get

when writing these dial...

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Drinkers

 

Drinkers

 

Lucky to be here

Is all that I can say

I used to live in fear

Every single day

 

Terrified of alcohol

Because it ran my days

Always looking out for drink

In many different ways

 

I'd sit inside the local pub

Beside's what people thought

I'd have no money on me

But drinks I did get bought

 

But that just brought me utter shame

Be...

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Running Far-Far Away

When distance

becomes insane

 

When eyes

don't connect

 

When I

ask questions

 

When reply

explains nothing

 

When reasons

confuse feelings

 

When cold

winds carry

 

My love

for you

 

Far Far

Far away

 

For When

to happen

 

Love must

stop running.

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When will love stop running?

Does She know?

 

Does she know?

I log onto Facebook 

I go onto your page.

I see her. 

And I think.....

Does she know about me?

Does she know about all your lies?

Does she know how I craved your attention?

Does she know how many hours we would spend talking about our lives, our dreams, and OUR future?

Does she know how many times you told me you loved me?

Does she know you just wa...

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Heartbreakemotional pain

The writer

I'll still write a poem
I'll still write even if it hurts
I'll still write even if it doesn't make sense
Cause thats what I love
And thats what I wanted a lot

You can't blame me if I want to
You can't have me loose if thats what I want

I'll still write my favorite story
I'll still write my favorite verse
I'll still write even if it doesn't work
I'll still write even if it hurts

Th...

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Also by Gelo leysa:

Two components | The one | Happy |

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