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 May 20
Maria Etre
I watched a movie the other day
the intro credits
were more of an intro
to you in this space
sober and aware
the air in between
well at least for me
felt different

The movie commenced
till a tune
a soundtrack
hit a scene
I nestling on the floor
beneath
felt
his feet
beat
to the beats
following the per second
theme

He's never seen this scene before
nor the movie as a whole
that's how you know
music runs through
his veins
without him
saying a word
tap tap ... wait tap
tap tap tap...wait tap tap
till the scene ended
he came back from his trance
he was watching the movie
again
 May 17
Carlo C Gomez
I'm almost positive I heard them talking

Talking in their protective, yet complaining manner

They say, they only get to interact with the weak

They say, they're all too often held responsible for the bond between others

What's the matter with them?

They're the ones full of chemistry

They're the ones who can escape scott free

While I have to stay inside and act positive about it

Just once I'd like to not be in the middle of everything
 Apr 20
Nishu Mathur
The bakula and the madhumalti
Sway in the warm wind
Watching children play
In stained shirts
With mud-filled nails
Bare feet and beady drops of laughter
Unmindful of the heat
While a dog playfully rolls over
Trying to catch the sunlight
That falls through the trees

A white-eye flies low,
resting on the firangipani tree
Butterflies dance around the hibiscus
And bees swarm
Hedges have blossomed with flowers

And the mynah calls from outside—
To awaken the forgotten child in an older heart
And tell her that summer reigns
 Apr 16
Chelsea Rae
Sometimes there are nights where it feels like my soul is writhing beneath my skin.

Rattling the cage made of bones, banging against flesh, clawing its way out to get to you.

An all consuming condition,
liquid fire roiling through my veins.

My desire for you
Decimating me to ash from flame.
 Apr 14
Dan R
You are my tangerine,
Brimming bitter-sour
Across the wretched, dusty room.

And you brought me
An orange touch of sun
Glitter glowing on my skin.

To wake wide in the morning,
Curtain dances with fresh air
Into my smoker's lungs.

Even to my deathbed remains
The scene of you that will
Leave me between the walls

Of longing and regret.
And to my morning sunlight,
I will never become better.

I say to you, my tangerine,
You are my very will to live,
And to die, if I cannot save you.
 Apr 11
Chelsea Rae
I can't run from the fire
that is you.

I can only throw myself
to the flames
and
burn in it.
 Apr 3
Vianne Lior
Pebble falls—no sound.
Bee, lost in lotus chambers,
forgets the way home.

 Mar 30
Todd Sommerville
Sometimes I write poetry
most times it writes me.

Showing me things 
I need to see.

Things I need to acknowledge
to be a better man.

Not to change the world, 
but to change what I can.

Most often times
it's a change in me,
A reflection of a man 
I don't want to see.

Sometimes I write poetry,
most times it writes me.

And the more that I write
the more I'll like what I see.

And maybe someday
if I write well enough,

The man in the mirror
will smile back at me.
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