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Isabella Aug 2020
All these puppets wear bright smiles
While I let my mouth form a frown
They stare in wonder at the sky
As I feel my gaze drifting down
I’m told to stand and dance with them
But I am content on the ground
Sinking deep into the cobalt sea
I’d rather breathe it in, and drown
It’s much more comforting to sit alone and cry, than give in to society’s expectations and lies.
angelique Jul 2020
~
i am vulnerable,
stripped back to nothing;
i am a raw and open human nerve with
no way to keep out the world
oh its just how i feel

~
- JGMC Jul 2020
Why drown in all of your sorrows, when you can learn to appreciate the bubbles..


- JGMC ©
- sharing another piece from my published book of short poems ©
James Jul 2020
(He)I’ll free Buchenwald and Belsen eventually
Or maybe (I)He’ll lie here
Morose as the faces on Mount Rushmore        
For the first time I(He) recognized a universal neural network
A reserved self programming, algorithmic logic to all things
(I)He grinned, an intelligent uniqueness programmed
An open circuit on a yin line
Nothing is true, everything is permissible
A Closed circuit on a yang line
I(He) re-enters the cafeteria naked and hungry
(I’m)He’s closing in on the Illuminati
I Ching hexagram closes on a yang line
lydia orr Jul 2020
curly toes and fingernails twice as thick
with old banana peel dried and crusted
jarred underneath
skin that tastes like plastic
a distraught girl with flowers growing
out of her head
eyes bleeding onto the pavement
but the heart is still beating
am I supposed to make sense
or are you
I said it’s time to go
but the doctor told me I’m fine
so I went to another
maybe five
and they all said the same thing
make sure you’re walking the dog
and that the dog’s not walking you
well maybe I want the dog to drag me
raw across the pavement
just know my hearts still beating
Traveler Jul 2020
Let me be your middle man
In-between your sheets of lust
Inflamed in ****** passions
The cheater that you trust

Let me show you hidden stars
Your flourishing garden awaits
In the darkness of your backyard
Let us meet your fate

Plaint me in your secret garden
In the season of your fertile soil
I'll always sprout back again
My nature can be quite loyal
.......................................................
Traveler Tim
hybridstorm Jul 2020
The flowing lava,
destroys,
burns,
hurts,
kills,
overwhelms,
turns my blood to molten magma,
and yet makes feel so alive.

                                                                             -storm-
Power, passion, painting, practicing, and presenting are 5 Ps in the same pod. They all share the characteristic emotion of wild enthusiasm which may be perceived in different ways.
Mansi Jul 2020
The rawness of this world
Is often overwhelming
That’s why easier to find an escape
Rather then live in the moment

We are safe in our hiding place
But from there
we can only
watch life slip away
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