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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
neither the Sun nor the Moon no longer
ache to see me fly in their luster.Astrological11 hours ago in Free Verse

False ProphetsPoems and love songs breed dead dreams,
strangled by weeds, face down in the ground
with no roses to mourn them.

Singers are poets that croon
(if you happen to lose your little heart to their tune)
and poets are false prophets -
true love will last forever
if they care to write it,
but not if you swallow the lines...

yet, they always do.

We all have a place
set for us in the shade
in our own private garden of weeds.False Prophets1 day ago in Free Verse

Beauty and the Beast5 hours ago in Visual & Found Poetry

VoicesDo you hear the moan of morning rhymes
By the people in their endless time
As the morning dew breaks the day
Back to where the city-lights once laid

The lamp-posts are filled with black starlight
As the children run in their flight
With cries of sorrow, cries of pain
The old houses creaking with disdain

Acidic puddles of blood-wet tears
Remain on the street through all these years
As the cracks have hid the crumbled dust
Within these roads of bone and rust

The melody of the birds is lost
To the screeches and screaming loss
There are people cowering in the dark
Murmuring, whispering their tortured remarks

Flames ignite the world in fire
Voices15 hours ago in Free Verse

Expensive NicetiesExpensive Niceties

Let’s spend all we have
‘Cause pain is so expensive
Do we have enough cash?Expensive Niceties13 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern

No Man's LandI live next to a minefield.
The sound of explosions permeates my days.
Thoughts, memories, images, feelings
t(a)inted by cacophony, shaken and blurred.
In my youth, I lived in the minefield,
lulled to sleep by explosions.
Blissful ignorance, my only safeguard,
broken when I stepped on a mine.
Thus began my escape;
occasional safezones blown to pieces,
glimpses of oases drowned by dust.
Sometimes, the explosions are close. They scare me, for they remind me of my past dwelling.
I put on my bag and run, only to hear the chirping birds and see the playing children.
I remember that I have no need to run.
In my no man's land, I am safe.No Man's Land5 hours ago in Free Verse

RobinNovember 10, 2012

After the same nurses keep coming
with full syringes, night after night,

they ask their questions: Who
is on the phone? Why am I alone?

Some days are a compromise, some
teach you how to give up

gracefully,

in sickening pain, unrelieved,
and they call Robin even though

it’s the night shift, to tell me I cannot eat yet,
nor die, nor sleep,

just a sleepy scientist rubbing his thumb
against the back of my hand,

murmuring, you must stand up,
against the sideways world,

then, shhh, as he lifts me,
fragile and burning,

surprising a giggle,
musically alive,

as he carries me
into the dark

where the machines hum
Robin12 hours ago in Free Verse

Blind SpotsI am the first to identify
every emergency exit.
Turn off the gas main
in the event of a fire.
First to flee immediately
at the whiff of danger.
Perk my ears up, keen
out a warning, and vanish
into the earth.

Overcalculation
is my treasure. Cultivated
from years of beatings, hissed
whispers ringing in my ears.
Smell fear like the healthy
do flowers. But yet still
I cannot tell
when I am trapped.Blind Spots18 hours ago in Free Verse

False SubtletiesLipstick hangs like blood
on her lips - she smiles, eyes dance
behind masked exterior
of decaying skin
that droops the edges of her
eyes like secret masquerade.False Subtleties13 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern

who's sorry now?somehow
you said it'd be
different
somehow
the plans have changed

i don't wanna be
by myself
agonizing with cheap
whiskey
while you're out there

and who's sorry now?
with my last breath i say
damn you and all your affection
give me back my heart
i'll trade it for your soulwho's sorry now?19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

i want a hugwake up
my child
and smile
to this new world that's
coming 'round the corner

the way you speak
speak loudly
and clear
and hold my hands
close your eyes
surprise
it's the sunshine

things seem hard
sometimes
but the problem is
that we never had
the time to fix it
so we procrastinated
and waited
the moon shinei want a hug19 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

You drink the waste of piss and blood,
You eat the bricks of bile and mud,
And while my sterile food is light,
I still can’t seem to sleep at night.

Your worries put your hair in knots,
and stress has made you bald in spots,
I always get my perfect cut,
but I’m the one who’s in a rut.

Your car is broke, the tire’s flat,
There’s no tooth left to chew the fat,
You struggle still from day to day,
Yet now I have turned out this way,

For no account can fill the void,
no rationale can be employed,
Your low rent life is hardly free,
yet I’m the one in misery.Payola5 hours ago in Free Verse

the hilt and the hearth1.

camel pose, a backbend, opening my belly
to the external forces of the world. fish
pose unpeeling my neck from my chin's protection,
a slow languorous pulledlever revealing, unknowing
as the gates of troy. crescent pose burning
firewood in my trembling thighs. mother, i am

walking through fire and ash. when i look down, i
see that my feet are notched in a woman's footsteps.

yours.

2.

future lover,

i will be your red scarf, eelslippery and
gooddream warm. let me sandstorm surround you,
sweep you up in the give of me over the curves
of you. kiss me corporeal, unmist my generosity
and i could creepingviolet cape the shake of

your shthe hilt and the hearth6 hours ago in Free Verse

Easier to keep your enemys closerThat moment when you realize,
The people you thought were friends,
Were actually dead ends,
You just weren't cut out for their lives.

I thought they cared about me,
I thought I had people I could depend on,
But now they're gone,
Left me so they could be free.

Such a trick,
But it's nothing I'm not used to,
I'm treated like an animal at the zoo,
Maybe it's because I'm sick.

It was all just a lie,
They didn't even wave goodbye.Easier to keep your enemys closer8 hours ago in Free Verse

isolationismwe've milked this marsh dry
beamed its gnostic gospel ad-
nauseum to the edge of the moon
jaundiced;
a hangnail in the neon sky

above nomads recalling
soft shades of pathos defeated
- obliquely
hermetic hermeneutics,
and all else that's needed to engender giants

and tomorrow we'll entertain
(in our neat, impermeable bubbles)
offers of weather for sale from
the disturbingly tangible things we've seen
behind our eyes closed tightly

isolationism22 hours ago in Free Verse

Similies.As slow as lightning,
as swift as a slug.
As cosy as an icicle,
unwelcome as a hug.

As safe as the atom bomb,
as unnatural as leather.
As light as a ton of lead,
as heavy as a feather.

What do these things have in common,
they are descriptive frames.
Now what on Earth, do you think,
could be that terms name? Similies.1 day ago in Free Verse

My Man.With eyes like a foggy morn,
deep and mysterious.
My love gazes back at me,
looking oh so serious.

His hair now is a greying dark brown,
with bald spot at the crown.
His forehead permanently marred,
from too frequent a frown.

His stomach is still flat though,
in fact he's underweight.
He still carry's himself upright,
with that same old gait.

The years have been quite kind to him,
although his health declines.
To me, he's still the man I love,
the years just redefine.

Twenty years and more it has been,
that we've been together.
Still as strong as as e'er we were,
come good or ill the weather.My Man.1 day ago in Free Verse

HumanidadHumanidad,
El verdadero cancer
de la actualidad
Humanidad5 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern

Sorry11 hours ago in Visual & Found Poetry

No OneI'm lost, I'm scared, there's No One there
He throws me a wave of flirtatious flair
He always was a cutie, I never thought he knew me...
Oh, but the hopes just fell in midair
Cause he wasn't waving at me...

He offers a hand, but I have my own
How funny it is that No One won't leave me alone
He's always by my bedside, I sleep with him in mind...
How hysterical
This pain of mine...

He's nothing
He's nobody
So why can't I breathe
Whenever he speaks?
From his lips I drew
The sweetest of breaths
Wrapped around these gorgeous nothings
No One ever said....

So why can't he leave me alone?
No, I just want to be alone
Alone, with No OneNo One17 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics

Forty Days and Forty NightsYou say you want to change
But all you do is accept
And I end up crying, wishing for what we lost
For what we had in last month's texts
Now where has the time gone?
Where has my love gone?
Where is my love?
He's gone.
He's gone.
It's been forty days and forty nights
Since you've said I love you
And I'm left cuddling the stuffed liger you gave me
And wishing it was still you
Now, where has the time gone?
Oh where has the love gone?
Where is my love?
Oh, he's gone!
He's gone...

And I can feel the nails push in
Under my skin
Worming their way, closer to you
Deep in my heart
Where you'll only find your way out
Through these arteries
You are the Forty Days and Forty Nights17 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics

to danielayou have
suddenly appeared
on the sky
and flew away
from me

i know
you have been
dealing with problems
of your own

you try
to work it out
to believe things
can be alright again

it's less that
the world's gonna end
and more how the
explosion started
it all

you mean
everything should
be fine
but i can see
the cracks on your plans

cause there's no
way to escape
only the meds
to keep the demons at bayto daniela18 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

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