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Common people called him stingy
And with his funds he was.
But he was parsimonious
In areas that they never saw.

                Epitaph
True, he never spent a dime
If he could get it free.
He never wasted any time
That anyone could see.

He didn’t have much love to give
And wanted no love back
He had a certain way to live
Laid out in white and black.

He didn’t give and didn’t take.
He had no use for friends.
He died alone and that’s the way
This kind of story ends
                      ljm
The word was, of course, Parsimonious.  I  like doing these, but am having trouble keeping up  with one a day every day.  They are easy, but sorta like graffitti on a wall.  It's OK to paint them out.
 Jul 2020
Chelsea Rae
My soul cried in agony.
In pure confusion she cried.

"Why can't you just love me?"
"Why can't you feel with me?"
"Why am I alone in this?"
"Why can't you find me?"
"Why can't you see me when I'm right here?"
"Why!?"

There she was, laying on her lover yet
Drenched in despair and pure heartbreak, bitter at her lack of understanding;
With the constant why's finally raining down on her in a flash flood downpour,
Reaching..
reaching with her entire being while being soaked in sorrow, hoping to God she can keep her head above the water and not get swept away by the tide,
  he whispered,

"I'm trying."

That's when the storm immediately stopped,
. . .
Muffled silence filled the air with peace in heart
As the sun finally peaked
Through the clouds.
Hope. Opening. Forgiveness. Healing.
Trust?
 Jul 2020
Satsih Verma
Trying to meet the
best of you, after seeking
nothing. Two halves never sleep.

Silently creeping,
glaciers were ready for
meltdown. Earth breaks.

Into tears. I don't
want to think, to speak. Staring
at you finding fault in sun.

The poetry seeks
some answers for unknown
questions, sitting in wilderness.

The moon aborted
twice to land on earth,
to search for the namesakes.
 Jul 2020
Chelsea Rae
The layers of pain that exist
Are so much deeper than the very
Layers of Earth's crust
Before you get to her core.

So
Much
Pain
That comes and goes.
That never stops
But definitely slows.
Sinking into the quicksand.
Dragging me through and
under the mud.
Buried by the layers
Of it all.
 Jul 2020
Hadrian Veska
I’ve known what I should do
What I can do
And what I will do
In times to come
I know now that motivation
Is not something one should wait for
But something that must be created
With a clear mind and discipline
For without these guides
Motivation drifts and fades off
As a wisp of cloud over the sea
It’s return as questionable
As it’s brief existence
 Jul 2020
guy scutellaro
staring out the window,
I remember you as you were

a bird always in flight

a fist full of tomorrows
held in the palm of your hand

staring out the window at the pouring rain
the warmth of your hand
pinions of a dove's wing
your hand in mine

I will not see the shadow
under your smile


gathering all the light in the room
like a flower in the sun

I remember you as you were
 Jul 2020
Sarita Aditya Verma
The mind, minds no sets

Racing thoughts

The game

The heart all set

Changing mindsets
 Jul 2020
Renée
maybe I could drive away, drive my way
towards you
get past Tennessee
and through
watch the flowers die and bloom
maybe if I lose my mind—
come closer to the truth
maybe if I look for you
in mountains you’ll be carved into
them just the way
I always do—
you’re in my mind
you’re in my room
I see you in the phantom blue, I
fall I drown I look for you
I close my eyes, don’t wanna lose

I close my eyes;
the flowers bloom
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