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Acception | Savannah Henderson

November 30, 2023 - Leave a Comment

We accept the love we think we deserve, but why do we only accept that which hurts?
Is it because we think that they should love us, as much as we love
ourselves?
They can try to show us that we deserve so much more, but inside we will always believe that something this good can only be untrue.
Is it a hoax? What are you going to do?
This just doesn’t feel right, we’re through.
Now tell me, do you turn back to his screaming, because you think
that’s what you deserve?
Or is it because you think he knows you better then anyone else? Do
you turn back to him because it’s odd without his presence near?
Dry your tears, you are much more than what you’re crediting yourself for, nothing is never too good to be true.
It just depends on you.

Coexist | Edward James

November 29, 2023 - Leave a Comment

Passion is my action, aware of my transaction.
Eyes are watching, shadows crossing, beware that you are casting.
No need to lie needle in your eye, hearts crossed and no more
laughing.
Seriousness becomes my masking, two worlds begin a clashing.
While false hopes unwind I crawl through time, to save my everlasting!

Returning from Leave | Donal Mahoney

November 28, 2023 - Leave a Comment

The rain is very thorough.
Going where I have to go
this summer afternoon
I march west beneath
my own umbrella while
you beneath a floppy hat
dash marvelously east.
Why I wear this uniform
explains why I ignore
the perfume
traipsing in your wake,
the ribbons dancing
in your hair, as I
beneath my own umbrella
keep on marching west.

More at http://booksonblog12.blogspot.com/.

Lacombe Lucien | Stan Morrison

November 27, 2023 - Leave a Comment

I’m not too young
I just want to fit in
Stop telling me to smile
And saying where I belong
I just want to fit in
I’m not so young
I’m seeking your friendship
Forged by our predicament
Don’t tell me to go back home
I have nowhere to go

Towns and Bedrooms, Whose Lights Never Fade | James Diaz

November 23, 2023 - Leave a Comment

The time to have put away
certain memory foamed longings
may have already passed
years ago. Sitting in driveways
(always someone else’s)
and staring at the damage
of front lawns
made a mockery of by cell phone towers
in the distance
transforming simplicity
by stunting our dreams, lost roads
and small blessings- all that the photo eye
can take in.
As children we were never able
to make the necessary separations
between our experience of a place
and the actual inertness of the ground.
To be many worlds apart from the familiar
can send our loss back
to its competing history,
when was I here last?
And who was I then? And what now?
I notice there are fine lines
and burdens that cost more
than direct devastation,
yet still something very serious,
I think, is slipping out, a beyond-
where reach will become
no longer possible, for us.

Career Finder | JD DeHart

November 20, 2023 - 2 Comments

You can be anything,
the chiming voice tells
the listless group of sitters.
It’s then that their minds
begin to wander.
What if and what if forms
over and over.
Finally, the child in the first
row raises his hand:
Miss, can I be a squirrel?

Tonight… My Heart Is Naked! | PYG's Whisper

November 16, 2023 - Leave a Comment

Tonight I will speak to your heart
Tonight I will sleep in your eyes
Tonight I will reveal all what I’ve never dared to say before
Tonight my heart is naked
Tonight there is no need to wear the mask of friendship
because tonight my heart is kneeling for you
my heart cries while singing “I love you.”
tonight my heart is naked
Free from all its vestments of fears and doubts
All this time spent away from you
All this time of loneliness without you all the harm I endured when I saw you in her arms
All the tears that have been shed for you
They are all meeting with my heart under your foot in this room
illuminated by the flames of the fireplace
We are your slaves who watch for your happiness
we are soldiers who fight for your peace
we are the sun shining to comfort you and my naked heart is ready to die for you…
Tonight my heart is naked and prays yours to cover it by your love
my heart is naked and feels so cold
but if you refuse to adopt it
my heart will remain naked until it dies frozen.
Tonight my heart is naked and it hopes to get drunk by your kisses
tonight my naked heart is telling you
I love you, so what should I do?

My Daily Life | Pijush Kanti Deb

November 13, 2023 - 1 Comment

For something hilarious and tumultuous
well deserving I am and so prompt always
to be unloaded myself from bed daily
at the feet of a colossal day
turning my wakeful eyes into diamonds
to witness and perceive the color of the sunrise
bloomed in the oriental sky
matching my hands
with the hands of the earthly skeptic judges
and embellishing my heart
with the spreading colors of flying colors
making my day too generous and impartial
in giving me,
as usual,
a glass of water and a mirror
advising me to follow my own forehead
singing and dancing,
if the water is felt tastier to its last drop
and the mirror is kissed
again and again
for its brighter reflection of my own
or else
a drop of water is ought to be sought out
to drown myself to reach down to the earthly hell.

More at https://en-gb.facebook.com/people/Pijush-Kanti-Deb/100008736427080.

Empty Pages | Allen James

November 12, 2023 - Leave a Comment

Lucky is the man,
Whose pages lie unwritten,
Foolish are the ones,
Who are writing just to fill them,
So meaningless and hollow,
Indeed it’s nothing which they fear,
But once the paper’s skin is broken,
The marks will never disappear,
Be close companions with your emptiness,
And you will have a friend of gold,
And every word will be born naturally,
From the womb inside your soul,
For each new sheet of solitude,
Is an essence to withstand,
To let your tale be written,
By the heart before the hand,
And when the time will finally come,
To share the story you now write,
May you find a cherished moment,
In every letter of your life.

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The Filipino Dream | April Mae M. Berza

November 5, 2023 - Leave a Comment

It is with Filipino pride
I keep my head up
to make me feel on top
and nothing to hide.
It is with Asian pride
I keep my chest out
to make me think south
and something West inside.
It is with a Poetess’ pride
I keep my spirits whole
to make my over-soul
and everything my sole guide.