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Thoughts about words

by Stanley Chepaitis

I searched my world for meaning,
but encountered only words.
Many, many words and few on point,

Words that sounded kind,
and hid mean spirit.

Words that promised meaning,
but offered only purpose.

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With you in my thoughts

by Slava P, aka Maximus Decimus Meridius

Went to sleep
with you in my heart
with you in my head

Will wake up
with you in my thoughts
lying on my bed

Simple things
happening to us

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Our New Gods

by Sagar Mistry

We hold new gods in our pockets safe and sound,
Forgetting what the world is, no looking around;
A god buzzing our lives with all sorts of sounds,
Keeping us busy, as the Earth makes rounds;
We know not what the person beside us feels like,
But we surely know, how much the market hiked;
Forgetting to communicate with the ones in front of our eyes,
Staring so hard to get a connection in the skies;
We see the world now from someone else’s view,
Never caring to notice, what around us is new;

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the beginning, middle and end

by J. Burgess

I can’t stand endings. I hate them.

beginnings are undoubtedly the most exciting
morning sex as hot as the Sicilian sun
sticky skin and damp duvets
wrapped in each other, until the final moment
shall we meet tomorrow? and afterwards?
I never want to leave.

middles are confusing

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A High-jacked Mind

by Montaigne Foxcroft

Learning
Yearning
Tossing and Turning
What is the point of anything if this world will end up burning?
We turn serious matters into a joke
To some folk the air they breath
Is the thing on which they choke
The book of life, so to speak, specifies not to be "unequally yoked"
Does not this same book read that love bears all things?
Where is the line, who's to say that we actually understand the construct of time

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Recent Thoughts Poems

Thoughts about words

by Stanley Chepaitis

Overflowing

by Kailey Norris

My words flow from an overflowing sink,
My direction of thought an unknown path,
My mind a twisting tree root,
My ideas a snapping branch in the wind.

I walk with unknown eyes,
I listen through foreign ears,
I write with spinning thoughts,
I see only through touch.

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A Drunks Sober Mind

by Johnathon B

People are noisy.
Sitting in the dark I can hear the highway from miles away.
The trucks screaming over the metal bridge that's there for the construction.
The cars on their ways to work.
Honking horns sometimes bullet the air.
I wonder if people ever realize how noisy they are?
I bet there's a guy in Brooklyn that's never truly heard quiet in his life.
Maybe that's why people make movies about nature and what it's like to be outside on adventures.
Or just truly outside, in nature.
Sometimes I think I've never truly heard quiet.

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the beginning, middle and end

by J. Burgess

I sometimes imagine...

by J. Burgess

I sometimes imagine the planet
through the cones in my eyes, or the atoms that make us –
atoms, strange
atoms, everywhere –
no self, no other, no belief
no love, no hate, or start or end
soaring around our rock
like those great metal birds
created by physics and fire
helping us run away from earth.

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