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N Chairannisa Jul 2020
A flutter of white against stained-oak desk
laying in wait, it anticipates
the first mark on blank surface
dots, loops, lines, inscribed representations
to illustrate unseen curiosities
to anchor their essence into the visible
for you and I to perceive.
This one is for all the poets out there, you are absolutely amazing for turning an empty page into stunning poetry.
Bhill Jun 2020
looking ahead towards the end is intoxicating
knowing that you are able to conquer obstacles previously out of reach
hurdles, that before, were not obtainable
what changed so that victory existed on your journey
your ideas of what could be done, can be done
your view of the end changed....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 170
What is in your view?
Savio Fonseca Jun 2020
Women are the Soul,
of Our Universe.
Themes of Our Dreams.
Wings to Our Ideas.
Flight to Our Imaginations
and finally......
they give Birth to Our Lives.
Michael McLean Jun 2020
monuments to light and sound
that glimmer off a thorny crown
and show us what

everything at
once I was, there was, we were, they had
thoughts and dreams that lit up
leaves of dappled light and what we thought they'd find
under our pillows after losing our teeth

the night creeps
the night creaks
but i'm asleep
Raman Arora May 2020
The song on loop
and yawn's a constant companion.
The bed invitingly soft and
the worn out cozy blanket.
A half finished cup of Joe
now gone cold
Picking it up not an option
for my lazy limbs,
Sleepish eyes carrying
Stone heavy eyelids
A caffeinated brain
Intoxicated with futuristic ideas'
Streams of probability
And possibilities
Running with Infinite paradoxes
The two eternal repellents'
Bookand iphone
Depicting angel and satan
One on each shoulders
Playing cold wars like
****** and Englishmen
With the hour of devil on clock
And Jesus on the lips
I slid into the eternity
Of pleasant thoughts
Of how to spend the next day
of my life.
Lara May 2020
I scream for your attention
-
But you don’t hear me


I scream out all of my anger
-
But the wrong people listen to it


I scream
I just scream
Does anyone feel the same way?
Does anybody just want to scream.
Does anyone want to scream with me.

Scream about something
Scream about everything
Just scream

Scream about the environment
Scream about politics
Scream about generations
Scream about social standards
Scream about what is going on in my head

The roller coaster in my head is screaming
My ideas are flowing

And I stop screaming
I begin to overthink
Are you screaming with me or against me?
Altitude Apr 2020
I'm dying with these words,
When the world closes its doors.
Trying to find the life inside
to give and share,
to live a life.

Oh kindle life, give me hype.
To be productive as I ever was
The poet inside of me
has been dying as it ever has.

It comes and goes
Like as water flows.
It might be dry,
It might overflow.

Inspiration...
dying
while
also
craving
inside.
Guadalupe S P Mar 2020
Constantly I must take off the hairpins, the embroidered shirts, and the lint skirts. I must sit on the wooden stool and unbraid my hair, then proceed to cut it short. I must be able to live without them: the conditioning
–their idea of womanhood(genderhood)

                   Every once in while I must banish them: to know
I can live without them; they are not me ( all those  ideas, all that heavy jewelry)
—I am free; I do not weigh
attempt to re-remind myself of shedding that which I have been conditioned to accept especially when it makes me feel as though I must give up my power to create my own life.
Ayodeji Oje Apr 2020
Paper pen thought
Thought pen paper
Paper thought pen
Pen paper thought
Pen thought paper
Thought paper pen
One of the lines could be your flow pattern
Borges Apr 2020
Que era lo experimental en ese estado de felicidad gobernada, para placeres y más gota.

Poquito era lo necesario para alimentarse y seguir la goma.

Tuvieras que explicar lo nuevo y lo viejo.

Tenías que ponerte la chaqueta azul y un par de zapatos, para ver la vista pequeña y sabia.

Pocos tenemos el placer de aislarnos de individuos y cosas que te dan para su estiércol.

Posible andar en remoto lugares en plenitud y acerca, al lado de lo demás.

La cama con el dominio y la pistola.

Logró esquivarme de todo pensamiento envenenado de absinthe.

En el elemento de lo propio se mantiene el principio de la relación selectiva.

Regreso a mi sangre cuando miro los arquetipos.

Poblado de insensata dormida gloria, el se regreso a la nada donde dormía su dueña.

En el alquiler de nada más que pan.

Aquel era el libro del día, no más sangre y no más comida, solo letras.

Sabía, dime que tiene la sangre que corre por nuestras venas.

Saber lo tanto y lo tantito, te llega más fuerte a la verdad de las gotas en el aire.

Lo sabido en los elementos es lo más natural de todos los cocos.

Went further than the woman, went further than the man, but forgot the whole plan.
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