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Michael Stefan Mar 2020
With hard hammers and soft glibness
They approached the forest,
It's encroaching majesty looming,
threatening to overwhelm

Sharp tools were used to trim,
To tear and rend through supple vine,
Felling great trees
As flames engulfed the underbrush

Each man and woman smiled,
exchanging thoughtful pleasantry,
Hi-fives and good-hearted jokes;
Completion of a hard days task

They returned the next day,
Trucks full of building materials,
Tools in rough calloused hands
Only to find the forest renewed

The forest had returned
With a mighty vengeance,
Unapologetic at it's thicker growth,
Looming over the workers

Greater tools of destruction were wielded
Attacking the forest,
Until barely a stem or stump stood
And cries of shared victory echoes

Yet the following day
The forest stood again, in quiet majesty,
Man and woman will never learn;
No matter the tinkering
We are not the masters of nature
But mastered by it
Danté Le Beau Mar 2020
As I am Standing in front,
Of my full body mirror,
Mind filled with questions,
"Did my pecks get bigger?
I did 100 of each push up,
And maximum pull ups"
"Are my Abs more defined?
I did 90 minutes of;
Holds, planks, Twists, crunches,
I even did 30 minutes of Stretching and Yoga."

I stand there,
Immediately after doing,
All this exercise,
My Demons ask the questions,
Then pull apart my answers.
Not because they can,
Because we all know,
I let them.
But they attended,
The public school of media,
I'm ashamed of how I look.

So I'm checking.

Maybe one day,
I won't feel the need.
wesley camarillo Mar 2020
how do you still make my heart
fester and swell and thump thumpity
jump to the brim of my throat
like a frog waiting to belch it’s
morning croak croakity—
choking back his thick, velvety shot of tarish espresso
knowing **** well there was nothing else in the world
he wanted to drink drinkity, let
sink sinkity into the lining of his stomach
to drown out the fluttering butterflies
of self afflicting lust. tsk.

and now i can’t even look your way,
without feeling like I took a step
steppity
LEPT too far, and i missed the lilypad
by an inch!
so of course, I splashed splashity
crashed into its chill— still surface,
distorting it and rippling my surroundings
still while being submerged
in this silly, suffocating. pond i call
delusion.

w.c.
Nigdaw Feb 2020
on the sofa
binging on bargain bucket box set series
and copious volumes of alcohol
warm in our shared delusion
that the end of the week
requires celebration
Kora Sani Jan 2020
red
you’re trailing behind me
like the past, it’s haunting me
unbeknownst to me
i was being watched
separated by two feet;
space and your resistance
that’s what’s keeping you from me
but you know where I go
when i need a clear head
giving into the resistance
you show up in red;
red so i can see you
no matter how far i go
some kind of game you play
so you don’t lose hope
this may all just be a delusion
that’s how it usually goes
maybe i’m the crazy one
but who really knows?
Richard Frank Jan 2020
When I first laid my eyes on you,
I fell in love so passionately
My heart pounded deeply into my chest

Happiness overflowed my soul when you felt the same too
When we held hands on a beautiful summer day
When you kissed me and told how much you loved me

It saddens me to realize the delusion I've created
The result of a playful and desperate mind of mine
The love that doesn't really exist

Because we will never be for each other
yeet
JAM Jan 2020
Their gears twist and turn, cranking tirelessly
Round the mortal coils of a mellower
Art and content of games played wirelessly.
The game boards are awash with bellowers,
Slighted pawns too bound by echo tubing
Passed around to fortunetellers frightened
By town criers trying to throw heartstrings
Of lovers obsessed with burdens lightened.
"She is trapped and he the trapper," they say.
Shall he free her and see her twist and break?
Maybe that is her choice," but not today,
Or tomorrow or the next," he risks fate.
      Their goal is obvious: parting those two.
      Too bad their love is a folie à deux.
Nereo Cafolla Jan 2020
Out
I look above me, the sky gets dark
They say its snow, but it could be rain.
As I stand, waiting for the next train
Greyish clouds are wearing your mark.

The wind blows, red leaves spin in the air,
Shaking, like the waves on your hair.
A cigarette drops on the wet concrete floor
It feels like forever, I can't wait anymore.

It gets cold, my heart beats stronger,
The breath hitching deep in my chest,
The teeth clench with shame and anger.
Your smile... I can't remember the rest.

An ice cold tear slowly slashes my eye
Dropping memories I won't see again.
Washed away as a meaningless lie,
As a childish delusion,
As a cigarette on the floor,
As a butterfly in the rain.
Dennis Jan 2020
If I could make a tower
I'd make it out of you
And if the days go cold and sour
I'd climb to reach our rendezvous.

O' skin so clear and fair
Smooth like Mirror's reflection,
If I could stalk from way up there
I'd stare locked by your complexion.

But alas I mustn't touch
No matter the mortal urge
Or else it would be all to much
All discourse spells your fateful purge!
Sabika Jan 2020
In my mind I say what I mean
And mean what I say.
But my actions could speak otherwise.
Am I a hypocrite if my mind is far greater than my own two hands?

Am I helpless if I know what to do,
But my body won’t move according to plan?

Am I deluded if I think I can
When I can’t,
Or if I think I can’t,
When I can?

Am I who I am
Or am I what I am?
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