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Maxim Keyfman Jul 2018
I'm very sad
I'm very sad
because everything
vaguely

because everything
unknown
Because it's not clear
what will be ahead

I'm very sad
and the moon in the sky is beautiful
but even its harmony
does not help to soothe everything inside

and even her singing
and even her wonderful game
on the piano of heaven
can not give me rest

can not give me stars
and can not give freedom
such freedom
what was in childhood

her i
forever lost
lost as well as almost all
in this world

14.07.18
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
You left, my world stopped spinning,
Piece by piece fell apart,
You took everything beautiful inside me,
The one thing spared was what remained of my broken heart.

I did not remember how to breathe
Without your presence a part of my life,
You stabbed me in the back hard,
You could not even find the knife.

While I lay bleeding out on the floor
From the wound you inflicted,
Saw you from a different angle,
My whole point of view shifted.

I realized you were wrong,
You should not have done what you did,
When faced with your actions,
A coward, you ran and hid.

I watched you walk away from our love,
Not once did you turn back around,
I listened for your voice calling to me,
All I heard; echoes of your footsteps on the ground.

When the fading echoes died,
Part of me died too,
The rest of my happiness,
You decided belonged to you.

For a long time my body was empty,
Simply molecules and silent air,
If you would have looked inside,
Nothing significant was there.

I held myself together,
Managed a thin layer of illusion,
Underneath the flawless surface,
Was drowning in confusion.

I figured it out eventually,
Learned how to survive,
Even though I was living,
I wasn't actually alive.

I pushed the memories away,
Buried in a box,
So deep inside my head,
They would never reach waking thoughts.

I let you back into my life,
That was a mistake,
Because now I am remembering
Promises you swore not to break.

Words I believed were real,
Kisses that gave me wings to fly,
Days I wished could last forever,
The agonizing moment you said goodbye.

Images come stampeding in,
Making it hard to see clear,
When the dust settles over the past,
I'm sure I will be the only one here.
Written 8-11-11
Amanda Kay Burke May 2018
Stop saying I am
Enough when it is clear to
Us both I am not
Be honest, if it were someone else in the same position what would you think about me? All I do is make your life worse.
This teetotaler turns to tea
torquing temptation
towards tippling
thankfully, though
that tremendous tugging

teasing tendency thirst *******,
thru teaching this totally tubular
toothless titular Texan thuggish tyrant
(titled Tsar Terry Troutman)
transcendental theology

tenets taught transferring
torpedoing, taming threatening
titanic tsunami tempest
tastefully tickling temperance
testing trying taut tenacity

together teaming (troika)
triumvirate torchbearers
******* therapist
(Tony the tiger)
tough trailblazer theoretician

toady treacly Tory
(Tommy Two Tone),
thence thirdly Theodore
"Tornado" Tornetta)
themselves trained to tamp

twerking tremens triggers,
their tripartite treatment told
tattooing thorny transforming
took this then truant teenage turtle
through time traveling

to those truant tumultuous tragic,
toxic, tipsy twitchy, touchy, tetchy
typhoon terrible two times two
times two times two tantrum
throwing, thieving, threatening

taxing textured teen tinder times -
tossing, tilting, taking tankful tolled
throaty, thoroughly,
thickly telltale temblor

toured terrible tournament
testing taupe tumbling termagant (Thaddeus)
tangling (Tangoing) tiny Timothy,
the treacherous tarantula
tying tussling travail – tata!
Jolan Lade May 2018
City lights
Or
Clear night skies
Closing doors
Or
Wild paths
Choose wisely
Cat May 2018
I can only view violet right now
Violet to me, equals a quiet storm composed of beauty and friction from beneath the floorboards of an empty house
I’m floored, yet, I’m relishing in myself
I’m an indulgent relic of a being so full
I can be null, but I’m impassioned
I’m falling between the seams of a sidewalk some days
The seams of things I attempt to rectify and reconstruct
While falling in between the branches of an evergreen, time moves fast and clusters into a dust storm configured of my own guts and ideas untouched
Life continues to move on without us
There’s no basis to stop
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