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 Jan 2021
Megan H
I never realized
How easy it could be
To lose yourself-

I stopped taking time for myself,
Gave myself to others,
Piece by piece.

Every time I put the puzzle back together,
Another piece was missing.
Or perhaps stolen.

One day I will no longer exist.
 Jan 2021
Imran Islam
The black clouds are playing in the sky
and the cold wind is rising in the high.
If it will rain today I'll enjoy raindrops
I will take it happily in happiness!

The bride of the cloud weeps for the green trees
and the village forest wears wet clothes
Today, the rain loves the mountains and fields.

The shower washes the dust of the gardens
Today, restless souls are in a state of bliss!
Everything is silent with the raindrops
I'm sitting in the window and enjoying rains!
BE
 Jan 2021
Imran Islam
I want my love back,
I would still walk
with my love
in this park
and by the lake.

I want my love back,
I would still swim
in the water
like a duck
in the dusk.

I want my love back,
I would still wake
me up with love
for a morning walk
on the sidewalk.

I want my love back,
I would still talk
to my love
without any balk
and keep it dark!
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 Jan 2021
Third Eye Candy
as if light had a fist, her eyes were bruised. stormy lipids.
marooned in vitreous witness, forsworn to a buoy
on a blind wave. she had the far away inside her
like an ectopic pregnant pause.
too many Almosts in
the Coulda’ Bins.

where she stashed her hammers, the woodpeckers never say.
but time chips away at the verve of her established implosion
like a verb suffocating a Stop Sign.
and No Exit seems an offramp-
somehow.

as if darkness had a twin
with the navel of a pin
to hide an angel
from a stitch
in a Prayer.

she had the gravity that floats
because the bottom
wept.

And I very nearly spoke.
 Jan 2021
Third Eye Candy
even when i lived in barrels i was stung by pre-Euclidean geometries

aping right angles, askew of a laminar flow of Time.
even when i stutter like butter on a lightning bolt
my collisions resolve dormancy
wherever i evict a conspicuous
ascetic tenet.

i twist The End where The Beginning buds;
and watch for spontaneous eruptions-

for Origins, mapped to a powder keg
with a damp fuse.

[ it’s steam engines now… ]

AND
the moon’s belly
is a bright eclipse
clamor-locked in the beastly
barrage of our tuneless
arias…
coping with despotic realities
with aplomb; birthing sunshine
from a myth mirror
emblazoned where harm refracts
exact moments-
tumbling magnetic…

as your eyes
Yahtzee the Forbidden
like a rogue.

with
blunt force
Rama.
as Fore-
​​​​​​​told.

II

infinity pools are finite if you swim like a rock.
or fall asleep when a lullabies’ on fire.


just so you Know.
 Jan 2021
Imran Islam
You are a heavenly soul
with the peaceful heart
and the full moon shines
in your shy smile.

Your eyes are beautiful
like the morning rose
Your face is shining
with an attractive mole.

Your hair is so colorful
like the sunny rainbow,
that smells in your window
and makes the air cool.

You are a happy queen
with a sweet voice;
Keep smiling always
like the moon on the ocean!
 Jan 2021
Lilibet
Let go of these ties
That bind me
Hold me
Keep me
In a prison
Caused by another
But now of my own making.
If you were to only see
That which constrains you,
Just floating weeds
Drifting like hornwort,
Root free
No attachment
To anything
Except you.
Change of perception
And change of direction
Is all it takes to release you
From this lifetime
Of drudgery and pain,
And raise you up
Towards sun’s glow
Right where you belong
 Jan 2021
julius
she smiled at me
"we can't do this anymore"
the curtains were drawn
we were left as neglected fetuses
i began cutting my strings one by one
her touch haunted me in my sleep
after tasting the bitter morning
my pale hands delved into my chest
past transgressions reveal yourself
the night came after orange withdrawal
she returned with a silent kiss
we stepped into styrofoam
her passiveness was almost comforting
we shared apricots and drew red lines
into each others' skin.
the peachy morning sun rose
and it all came up in tears
i vomited on my white sheets
in disgust of myself
 Jan 2021
julius
hills of silent nodding flowers
stealing turpentine kisses under peach trees
pointed lips like butterfly wings
her quiet smile fluttered my heart
rippling rose petals upon clear wax waters
gently tangled together like knotted yellow string
ruffled clothing, hair, flora everywhere
her knowing eyes spoke poetry in my skin
it was then that i decided to live
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