road maps

Submitted by meg eliza
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I used to think the stars aligned us
that each day was a pattern traced over for billions of years
perfectly orchestrated in a elaborate dance
everything was purposeful
and that there was never
or ever would be a coincidence
but then I met you
by chance

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My worst kept secret.

Submitted by lyrics&Life

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Darkness told me of the Light

how it shrank from Its density

told me of Light’s path, Its ways

how nothing could kill It

‘The World is My Canvas’

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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I open my eyes
With a purpose in my mind,
Life on it’s curvy path
It’s actually quite one-of-a- kind.
The lofty mountains,
The oceans so wide.
Browns and blues,
A palette so myriad.

Our Goodbye

Submitted by JPhantom

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I’m sitting across from a person who knows everything about me, but they feel like such a stranger
And we’re just looking into each other’s eyes, for they tell our story more than words could muster
A story that has succumb to the winds of a cold world, as frost it bites and gnaws at our weary souls

static

Submitted by meg eliza
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static
I love you
he said softly
I could hear
only the static
behind his words
the crinkling of
a food wrapper
the running water
the shuffling feet
whatever I heard
was only just
static

I never felt comfortable in my own skin

Submitted by meg eliza

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I never felt comfortable in my own skin. But more that I never felt like my skin belonged to me. I always looked at myself as a vessel. A place that gets me from point A to B like I occupy it more than own it, I’m just renting here. It blows my mind that people don’t feel that way. I remember when I got my first tattoo and it was the first time in my entire life I felt that I owned my body.

I awake to waves

Submitted by thaharbor

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I awake to waves colliding into bleached sands as they sizzle across the seemingly-endless coastline

Waves that are a deep blue, yet also transparent; waters that appear to be pure, but are found to be brine

Its spray weaves within the wind, a mist that grazes over the beach and onto the tops of my exposed feet

Laugh and the World laughs with you

Submitted by  Tom Stodulka

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Keep that grin on your chin and you’ll be right mate.
Said to me the other day by an old timer who, passing by, has seen a thing or two in a long life.
Keep smiling – I think my Dad said that on many an occasion.
Laugh and the world laughs with you.

To busy to think

Submitted by Kevin Hanbury

To busy to think
To busy to blink
To busy to like the next Facebook link.

To busy to see the beggar in the seat
To busy to see the big issue seller in front of there feet.
You don’t even see the woman given out free treats .

“Uncontrolled burning leaves soot

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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“Uncontrolled burning leaves soot,
the price of life varies during the summer and winter months”

LEAVE IT UNSPOKEN – REPRISE

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Some things are hard to say
filled with deep emotions
and feelings
that are aching
in your heart

“I Wish”

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta
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All I ever wished for was a little wish to be happy. But now I wish that I might have well wished for another wish.
Because over the growing up years, through the childhood, the adolescent and the youth, the meaning of happiness has changed so many hands that I have lost count.

The Sniper

Submitted by Peter M Burns

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The sniper is back!
Never really went away I suppose.
Think its time to turn what
He’s firing and causing trouble
Into soapy all enclosing bubbles.

Just another break up letter

Submitted by Katt

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I love you and I tell everyone you’re just a guy from the past and they really shouldn’t worry about you trying to break my heart all over again because I’m over you.
Over you. I mean I am over you till I see you and remember everything else you did right before you decided to do what you used to see your father do on your mother, slap me across the face. Yes my love I believe you when you say you were just joking but if you joke like that imagine how you get when you are seriously mad.

The Hours Between

Until We Meet Again

The hours in between the seconds freeze a life in coy suspense,
drifting softly heaps of heart and soul across the present tense,
passing in a standstill,
bowing to the better wind,
denying temporal whispers spinning dreams of time and space again…

The Grey

Submitted by Tarmin N. Melgif

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Look upon this life,
The bottle on the shelf
It’s label, it is faded
The contents ageing, old.

Time forgotten flavour,
Of last years tasteless muse
To suckle on the nectar
Is the infecting of abuse.

Anxiety

Submitted by Alyssa van Loggerenberg

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I am apologetic.
To all those who I have judged.

It snuck upon me and made me shiver from limb to limb.
It made my muscle reject my skin.
It created a Title Wave throughout my mind swooshing braking the barrier of my eyes.

This New Kind of Feeling

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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Never knew feelings could be this strong,
Never knew emotions that could pick me up, throw me around and blow me out.
Never knew this little inner voice,
Could make me murmur or make me shout.
Never knew love to have such force,
Never knew my senses could awaken this way.

They Step On It.

Submitted by Dawn Morris
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They ruin what’s inside me all the time.
My jealousies return like demons that live in my house…hiding.
I put my trust in someone, but they step on it, every time. Every time.
They have such callous hearts.

Your eyes are what pulled me in.
I felt like I had known you since the dawn of time.
But you were not mine.
And even though your words were beautiful…
She was your comfort zone, and so…
You stepped on it.

“I Wish”

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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All I ever wished for was a little wish to be happy. But now I wish that I might have well wished for another wish.
Because over the growing up years, through the childhood, the adolescent and the youth, the meaning of happiness has changed so many hands that I have lost count.
In the crowd of bitter sweet memories, when I peep through, I see that that simple wish made by a naive little girl of finding happiness never came quite true.
Maybe happiness is overrated or maybe it is like that forbidden fruit for some, but whatever may it be, in this part of my world, never saw it come.

the crushed velvet theater

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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“25: the crushed velvet theater and emotions firing as fully automatic assault weapons into crowded sidewalk salutations”

I never thought the month of June
could jab hard as a boxer,
bark,
cage me in,
crushing bone,
just a paper box tacked on the calendar wall.

Till Again We Meet!

Submitted by Priyanjali Gupta

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There was a joy in being little,
There was a joy in being clueless.
There was a joy in looking up at you,
There was a joy in seeing your kindness.
There was a joy in having problems,
I knew you would find out a way.

MElancholy

Submitted by  Shivangi Priyadarshini

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Melancholy knocked the door of my heart.
And before I could open, she helped herself out.
Quick and rapid, she got inside.
Came as a guest and sat as the host,
Asked me to prepare her a delicious cuisine.
To make things easier, gave me the list of ingredients –
Regret, failure, betrayal, broken.

the white in his eyes

Submitted by Laraib un Nisa

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Remember the white in his eyes
The blue in his skin and the black in his heart
Remember the sweetness of his lips and the thorns on his fingers
Remember that he was all you ever wanted and all that he never was

A sea of inspiration

Submitted by nadiya rauf
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A sea of inspiration flooded my brain
My pen started writing itself
A train of thoughts
A train of words
Started forming on a piece of paper
A chance to get things of my chest

NEGLECT

Submitted by Joanna M. Weston

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buttercups and dandelions
have spread their fires
across the garden

Queen Anne’s lace
tats the borders
and vetch spangles
through shrubs

As I stare into the bottom

Submitted by Liv Smith

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As I stare into the bottom
of the toilet bowl,
calculating my self-worth
like I calculate the number
of calories in a birthday cake
or in an apple, or in sparkling water.
How many “freckles” will appear
on my face from forced vomiting.
How many star jumps done in my
own bedroom.

Immortalised!

Submitted by naturemithya

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Marvellously divine,
like a sea serpent
paying homage
the sea waves;