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[putah-creek]

If your plate is empty, bring it to me, and I will fill it. Should you be cold, I will light the fire. When the day is hard and heavy, return to me here. I will carry the burden for as long as we both shall breathe. In this life I will take your part, you do not walk alone.

jlj

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[kidgillis]

We were everything each other needed for the moment. A haven away from normalcy. An unknown risk and tested leap of faith. A much-needed intimacy and taste of familiarity. Most importantly...ours. We were our person but also each other's - and, that's all that mattered to us...

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[annafawcettpoetry]

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[a-quietsoul]

always had my arm stretched halfway: ready to catch you, but never quite ready to reach out.

or the desperate attempt to save others and never yourself

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[lostcausemag]

Check bio link for information and submission form! No submission nor reading fee.

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[we-are-not-really-strangers]

Open your mouth only if what you are going to say is more beautiful than silence.

Arabic proverb

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[ziainpoetry]

"I don't get it. How do you expect me to be okay after not hearing from you for days? Do you really think your absence doesn't matter to me? Or do you just not care? Which one is it?"

(17:43 | 23-June-2023)

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[sunafterthestorm]

I am so

Tired

Of being afraid of everything.

As a flame gives off no shadow

For fear of being too close to the fire that it is made of

For fear of burning everything to the ground,

So my shadow has left me

Alone.

Tired.

Afraid

Of

Existing-

and

burning everything.

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[koziorowska]

Your Own Death

I am your shadow, I follow your every step towards the light. I am your soul that has suddenly left the body cage.

I am in love with your dreams, exaggerated as always, ready to run away as usual. I relish tears, I relish the silence you gave me on the occasion of thirty years of my childhood.

I immerse myself in the emptiness of words that someone unhappy left at a nearby rubbish dump.

Infused with remorse, I wait desperately for another sleepless day.

It's raining, the drops are reminiscent of your fear. I don't want to run when the Sun is shining so bright. I forgot that sometimes it's worth talking to your own death.

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[pgpntr]

Cold Blood

The room was cold.

Labored breathing echoed.

A gurgle, then a choke.

She looked around,

Taking in the unsettling tranquility with pleasure.

The object dropped to the ground with a melodic ring.

"Look at what you have done." It gasped.

Crimson pooled around her feet.

Justice sang in every drop in her blood.

The light in its eyes shattered and blinked out.

"Oh, I am just giving you what you deserve, darling." 

-pagepainter

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[putah-creek]

            At the end of this poem, say your name out loud. Close the book, or turn off the screen and re-enter your life, but not the place where you exited. 

            Re-enter your life at the next sunrise. Re-enter your life at the place where you stopped growing. Re-enter your life at the place where you shut down and start up again. 

            Everything that happened, every joy, every sorrow happened because of the grace of your life. This existence belongs to you and no other. No one else commands you. 

            At the end of this poem say your name out loud. You are defined only by the walls you built yourself. Tear them down now and walk away from the rubble. Kick and pull and rage until the walls come down, and re-enter your own life. No one can stop you and no one can start you, friend, this life is yours. Yours.

            At the end of this poem say your name out loud. This poem is over now.

james lee jobe

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[kidgillis]

Darling, you don't have to hide it. Seriously, you don't. Most already know, and for those who don't, they'll figure it out eventually. There's no reason to conceal it. You don't have to pretend or fake it. It's okay to be where you are in the moment. You don't have to have everything figured out. Give yourself the needed time and space. Seriously, it's okay. You don't have to hide. Express yourself. Cry about it. Converse about it. Don't worry about how anyone is going to react or what someone is going to say. We're all entitled to our expressions and emotions. And yes...maybe, everyone won't fully understand or have clarity over what's occurring - that often leaves anyone worried and fearful due to uncertainty. But that's a personal problem - a "them" problem, not a "you" problem. You don't have to hide this. This is a safe space. No, no one is afraid of you - mostly, they're possibly afraid of their expectations, and the perspective had of you and what could've been. However, changes and occurrences happen. No one has control over the unknown or you. This is where you are. This is what you're currently doing. This is what you're going through and how things are now. And that's okay. That's your truth. You don't have to apologize for it. You don't have to explain it. You just got to realize, know, and accept it for what it is and what it could become until you can get the guidance and assistance needed to continue. And you don't have to be embarrassed about it. Everyone needs help sometimes. I'm telling you, you don't have to hide. Be you. Do you. Step into your truth. Release the baggage and self-consciousness leading you to abuse, reject, abandon, and mistreat yourself. You don't deserve that. Maybe, this is your fault, or perhaps it isn't. Maybe, this isn't right, or maybe it is. Maybe, you did know, or perhaps you didn't. Maybe...but you know what? It doesn't matter what happened, what's occurring, what's said or unsaid, or who caused it. You still deserve to be loved. You still deserve to be treated with respect and courtesy. You still deserve to be seen and heard. You still deserve to be provided for and protected. You still deserve to be you and live your life accordingly. You still deserve grace, mercy, and forgiveness. Your situations and circumstances don't dictate who you are or what you do - unless you allow them to. But I doubt you'll do that because we won't hide our truth. We're going to face it and get through it. We're going to wear our scars like a badge of honor and fight against that which comes against what we stand for with love. So, no...you don't get to hide, nor do I. Because, together, we're going to stand and unite. I got your back if you got mine. We're in this together and will make it out alive.

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[annafawcettpoetry]

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[wheretheshitslie]

Waking up in the middle of the night blaming daylight savings when all I have is you on my mind

The sun is nowhere near scheduled yet I find solstice in the orbit I’ve created for us; delirium

You say its you but you can’t even stomach the thought of me laying next to you

“Maybe I need to work on things”

Its 4AM & the stars are still beaming in the sky

The birds sing to me about you

I think the problem has always been 𝘮𝘦

-“Insomnia”

18 March 2023

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[ladybugmeat]

Urban Visions

DO YOU WANT LIES WITH THAT?

When I tie on the red apron, I become mythos. Tonight, I am bolshie San Marzono tomato, a glug of chilli oil, the spilt blood in il tricolore. I propagate the superlative of redness: the necessity of Friday nights doused with deep-bodied wine and laughter. I am a servant to Guy Debord’s ‘simple image’. I am a waitress. I was invented to induce the ‘hypnotic behaviour’ of customers. I sell Italian holiday nostalgia on a London high-street. I sell Se telefonando at an ambient volume. I sell a dinner date Instagram post. I sell pizza.

17:59

I apply one last dab of lipstick in the bathroom mirror and stare into my t-shirt logo. The sketched oscillation of a ladle applying sauce contrives a sense of the infinite. The loose form is designed to inspire a consumer’s corporeal appetites: to eat, to dance, to live without inhibition. It is a perfectly spun simulacra. Nevertheless, when I look, I see only a vortex. It stares back as a poorly disguised adaption of Wyndham Lewis’ motif. It presents, in mechanics, the greatest efficiency - Industrialism’s unerring machine.  

From a point of stillness, the vortex ensues around me: The restless hand that uncorks the prosecco, the grating scream of a child, the UberEats delivery chime swept up in the unctuous breath of cured lamb. I stumble over my own foot. The bottle of Sanpelligrino spills out over my hands.

18:07

This business of flattened reality is as Debord describes, the ‘incessant refinement of the division of labour into a parcellisation of gestures’. The glassy spectacle of restaurant dining, the neat scribbled brand, ‘ultimately expresses nothing more than its desire to sleep.’ There is no exit from spectacle. I myself am its ‘guardian’. I offer to take the family photo for table 11. I add pen to the logo.

18:24

A child in a highchair knocks a pitcher of garlic oil from table 19. I cover the spill with flour. Flour permeates the restaurant. I wash it out of my hair before I sleep. It serves its semiotic purpose - life sustaining substance, domesticity, Naples under your feet. The oil clumps to form a paste. I scrape it up with a pie knife.

My manager surreptitiously draws my attention to a cluster of fungi growing from a damp corner. I use the knife to pull the roots out from the adjoining walls. ‘Wherever there is independent representation, the spectacle reconstitutes itself.’ 

18:26

‘I’ll have the Aubergine Parmigiana and Pizza Funghi e Salsiccia.’ The English gentleman draws out his vowels. He desires to simulate Italian musicality. A syllabic chain of brassy consonants set alight with unfamiliar suffixes. The result is an awkward series of staccato notes.

‘And do you do a gluten-free base?’

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[we-are-not-really-strangers]

Imagine your name in someone's search history in Instagram smh

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