Read Poem: FORGIVENESS, by Vaughn Roste

I smashed a bird once
With a barbaric rock –
Tiny little thing, just
Fluttering on the ground
With a broken wing.

It would never fly again,
Let alone sing.

I’ll never forget
The look I got
As Schrodinger’s bird
Looked me dead in the eye –

He was afraid of me,
More likely what I represented.
Yet grateful…

His eyes never left mine.
His image’s still imprinted there.

I had no malice to the bird,
And wished it could have been different.
Did we both regret…?

It was all over quick.

He didn’t ask why.
I think he understood.

Read Poem: BEST FRIEND, by Debbie Fersht

A child puts her doll to bed. Tell me a story, says the doll. You always say that, says the girl. Tell me a story, the doll repeats. Go to sleep you two, says her father from the light underneath the bedroom door. You’re my best friend, whispers the girl to the doll, hugging it as she falls asleep. The doll grows bigger from all this love, its feet hanging off the edge of the bed. You must stop growing, says the girl, so we can stay friends. I want a glass of water, says the doll. Lights off you two says her father. The doll gets up early, eager to get to work. I’m hungry, says the doll upon arriving home. Let’s play a game, says the girl. I want to go to bed, says the doll. Exhausted from the day’s events, the doll turns off the bedroom light and quickly falls asleep. The girl lies awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. Stop that, says the girl to the doll’s looming shadow on the ceiling, covering her best friend’s body with her favourite yellow blanket. A short struggle ensues. Go to sleep, says the girl. You always say that, gasps the doll.

Read Poem: My Venus, by Hesam Hozoori

Let me caress thy fruitful hands
We shall reside in remote strands

No more sorrow, gloomy thoughts
On thine joy me set my sights

Be my Venus, my coy mistress
Soon be yours all fleur-de-lis

In thee me trust daringly
With thee me boat ardently

Born in winter we both know
Horns meant jointly to grow

Erupt thy anger neath my waves
Rock this quietude, roll in raves

Me doth faint if thou be gone
In me sorrows tend to dawn

Seems me doth know thee for aeons
Thy name presage all good signs

Let be our tryst upon these waves
Thou sate my heart with thy curves

Me to gently touch thine heart
Thou to curl up nigh, mine tart

How frantic me thirst thy labia!
Shall me lip thy rosebud tuna?

Mayst breeze waft us far astray?
With thee each day my heyday

May thou be my lost soul mate!
Me daresay thou arte my date

Me won’t ever let thee down
Me tend no harm for my fawn

Long be thy breaths fresh ‘nd warm
Just like daily shine on farm

Thou sun, thou sea, days and nights
Me thine Aurora, northern lights!

Let me in thy thoughts, thy mind
Thou arte Venus, nice and kind

Whence has come thy hot scent?
That me have turned this fervent

For me thou arte unknown qualia
As thy red seen psychotria Elata

Though mine heart ticks way sickly
Thine eyes canst wind it soundly

Have me enchained in thy clique
Thy hands fondle when me sick

Me care for thee carefully
In thee me trust instantly

Thy presence is that warm light
That brings life and covers the night

Will me have and end for you?
Ma doubt ever me leave you

Me adore thy hands and thy thumbs
Moving on mine heart their thrums

Read Poem: The Lion Down the Hall, by Rob Holmes

I got locked out one night when no one else was home,
I must have lost my key so I’ll spend the night alone;

A painting of a lion standing proud and tall,
Fiercely smiled at me and dared me through the hall;

Doors open and doors close as I stagger down that hall,
No one wants to let me in to feel safe within their walls;

Each room is dark and cold yet I’d die to go inside,
When they come to hunt me down I’ve got nowhere to hide;

I might outrun them for a while but someday I’ll have to sleep,
And they’ll be right in back of me I’m the meal they’ve longed to eat;

I close my eyes, my body shakes I take off down the hall,
I see my goal, my eyes are set on the lion down the hall;

My heart is pounding as I reach the golden frame,
The demons are behind me but the picture’s not the same;

The lion got real hazy but the picture is much clearer,
I must be going crazy all along it was a mirror.

I could have the strength to win this fight; If I die, I’ll die proud;
So I turned and lashed with all my might, with my mighty roar aloud;

All my life I faced my fears and felt so weak and small,
While all that time I never knew the lion down the hall.

Read Poem: INSIDE MY MASK, by Edwina Hartzer

If I look back at my past
It makes me cry too fast
Because there were kids constantly
Bullying me psychologically
And still thirty years later
I couldn’t get it over
I just wanted to forget
Everything that made me upset

Surprisingly I succeeded
Lived that time as a common teen
It was all that I really needed
Though friends troubles in between

Suddenly found out my path
Music was my life career
But inside it was my wrath
Due to rejections, it became a fear

Then, in the middle
I got a sickness
No more giggle
Add more weakness

So, here I am
My life so far
Such a damn!
There’s still a scar

Don’t you worry
If you ask
A bit blurry
I wear a mask
….

@edwinaworld

Read Poem: WE BOTH KNOW WE BOTH KNOW, by Genova

Dad, we both know we both know
You are a different you now.
We both know…………………………………………we both know
We’re teeter-totter kids
Pushing off to Y the sky…
Touchdowns taut,
Cold steel hollow feel,
Reverb—verb—verb berating
Objects, frustrating.
Then we’re dangling
Participles—part disciples—
In secret………………separate………………suspended sentences
…Searching for subjects…
We try to balance
Being up………………………………………………being down
At times we sit on
Common ground, hear echoed sound,
Our rubbery bodies settling down.
At times we take a hit and miss,
Soles’ soft wood chips lacerating our lips.
With welling eyes and feeling feet
We wait till our eyes ………………………….can once again meet.
~~~
We air and err in the August air, and
We know you feel in your hat debonair.
So we sit and sun and feel de bon air.
The front desk nurse smiles and dials as you say
You’d like a table for two at that old restaurant
And suddenly we’re in the old house
And you’re telling me
It’s important to have something to look forward to.
~~~
It’s awkward in our little playground,
Chair’s the limit
Your one thing, your swing
You switch gears, forward, back,
And we’re escaping, never scraping, Roman alleys, mouths gaping.
I squat as you did for me at two
Now my arm around you.
We cherish your carefully captioned chapters.
Gentle, frail fingers lift long-ago leaves
Sage scented, still, silken summer c’mented.
Daddy-daughter teeter-totter
A moment grounded, neither confounded,
Full reminiscing, our edges rounded.
~~~
We saw…
We see.
~~~
We are a saw
Scything, scared, to the core.
We are a sea
Waving, weeping to the shore.
We are at sea
Swimming, sinking………………………………………neither, nor.

Read Poem: REST JEALOUSY, by Cassie M. Huffman

They sleep
She weeps
The noises in her head will not let her be
They dream
She screams
As the nightmares take hold of every piece of her being
She’s prescribed another pill to test
Maybe this magical one will put her to rest
Another trick? Just another temporary addiction to add to her mess
The world sleeps
The girl weeps
A pill, a prayer, perhaps another drug
She’d give up her life to live like these sheeps

Read Poem: SPEAK OUT, by Jerome T. Covington

So…my face met hands and feet once again today
But I’m confused more than afraid
He said, “I love you”…she said, “I got you”
But then I remembered my parents telling me, “I brought you in this world, I’ll take you out of it.”
As they beat me hand and foot too!
Now…what do I do?
Everyone I give my heart to comes with a foot or a fist
Trying to love and turn the other cheek but now I’m pissed
Me and self-had a conversation today
I said touch me again and see what happens
You may be afraid I might fly off like a falcon
My silence scares you
You think all I think about is you, or how to get back at you
But I really love and trust God so I want HIM to stop you
All I keep hearing in my head is “LEAVE!!!” and “RUN!!!” But….
If I do that…my back may get the bullet from the gun
Might flip the story around to make me look like the bad one
But then I hear,
“Fear Not”
“Be of good courage” and
“Don’t be afraid for I Am with you wherever you may go”
So I gather my things to leave
While they’re not looking, I flee at the first opportunity
You’re in God’s hands now
I can’t be found so don’t try looking me
I didn’t want to leave the life I built
Months and years spent building a relationship
Thinking if I leave how much time was wasted
Now realizing my life and safety are more important

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Read Poem: GREY GOO, by Talyn Edelson

How frequencies can so easily weave into each other
Makes me feel confused
I walk my own unpredictable path
But if the shiftings of energy will do as they do
We are all screwed
We are all used
As pawns in this system we are sorely abused

Can we control our energies, paradoxically so
Or will the time-space continuum keep us with its flow

Our time ticks by
Measurements defined by us hominids survive
We see others flock to chase things in their minds

Is freedom a lie if death inevitably arrives?

We are, simply-put, cogs in this place
Where even our space is full of particle waste

We aren’t allowed the honor of expanding our souls
But to get us out of this solar system, is a worthwhile go get ’em
To be rid of this gravity that is the force of our rhythms

Before dark matter sweeps in and absorbs all our sins
Before parallel universes can be happily jumped in
To play with your friends, you
Have to lose your mind enough to not be ashamed
Of all being the same, of knowing we all came, together
Frame by frame, in this cyclical game
Keep pushing forward, they say,
And maybe something worthwhile will happen your way before the end of your days
To pacify a piece of your childish brain
Truth be told,
It doesn’t really matter.

The universe owes us nothing and
They grey goo will get us anyway.

Ciao,

#TalynEdelson

Read Poem: The Angel of My Life, by Koyel Mitra

Loving you was like the falling
Of dew drops on fresh rose petals.
Loving you was like the descending
Of the first drops of rain on grass.

Your love made me feel
The moon on a pitch-black sky.
Your love made me see
The sun at the break of dawn.

Your hands wiped my tears
When I felt doleful –
They not only soothed my pain,
But also anchored me to a safe abode.

Your eyes made me see
A different world full of colours:
A world where peace, love and mirth
Coexist together forever.

I am thankful to God to have
Found you, the first love and the love
Of my Life – for giving me a chance
To live again and enjoy it to the fullest.