Catalyst for Rectal Fissures

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…is no diatribe,

Just a skewed Mary Poppin's

"Spoon full of Sugar" type of poem

That's gonna ravage your sphincter

The way woodchippers on full-power

Do downed trees.

Don't hate me for telling it like it is...here.

Don't judge me for turning "once upon a time,"

or "Happy Trails" into a real-life Dante's Inferno

That so many pretend is not happening.

You know damn well it is, just look around you.

Soak in this abysmal broken-cage zoo

Of loosed human animals

Doing unspeakable things to each other

In the name of God & money.

Don't blame me for stitches…


By RJ Williams

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Into the Sunlight

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…world still turns
My body still yearns
For that precious moment
That happens when I am about to fall asleep

Take me away from today’s misery
And propel me int tomorrow’s hope
Hold out what I need
And I will gladly climb the rope

Let the moon’s rays that cascade in soft light showers
On Earth cleanse my spirit and soul as my consciousness goes dead
Yet my mind is full and fed
Of dreams and ideas that arise in my mind after the day has died

While I am dreaming, let these thoughts
Cleanse and wash away
With soap…

By Tanya Brouse

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Other Side of the Rainbow

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…exists on the other side of the rainbow,
beyond the spectrum of ordinary color,
where her vicious hues have been whitewashed for acceptability.
Desolate stains of purple that mirror the bruises upon her soul,
with violent gashes of maroon depicting the murder of her heart.
Gloomy orange shades of the calm before the storm,
mingle with the sickening yellow hues of festering pain.
The grotesque greens of a jaded intellect,
choke off the blue-black tones of a bleak moonless night.
She exists on the other side of the rainbow,
In darkened shades of chaos,
beyond the spectrum of ordinary…

By L.E.

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Hands of Fate

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…light starts to fade,
My final words about to slip and I say,
Hold me now hands of Fate, guide me into the unknown,
Show me your grace,
Tell the ones I love that I'm always near,
Show them the peace of the unknown,
Laying here as the light begins to fade,
Holding on till my last breath won't someone see I'll be happy now,
I'll be at peace,
In the end, isn't it that, that makes sense?
Hold me now hands of Fate as my soul starts to
Depart from this earthly hell we call life,
Oh hold me…

By Marina Vos

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Smartphone’s Addiction

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…fake nor a lie,

Spectacles are seen on everyone's eye.

At shop, office, home or sitting alone,

No work done today in the absence of smart phone.

Youth, middle age or old,

Looks like they all watching mobile phones recklessly, with their brain sold.

Student's grades are getting low,

At last they just say Oh! no,

Holding their teacher's and parent\'s toe,

Ensuring that they will enhance, Just in flow.

Everyone has become smartphone's addict,

After realization of time wasted on it,

Our mind say Oh! shit.

On proper utilization of smartphone,

We will definitely get a full fledged…

By Sahaj Sabharwal

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In Front of Beyond

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…coming ‘cross a rainbow, matters not if rich or poor

You feel like you’re the only one to see its’ beauty pure.

A vantage point unique to you, grey scumbled clouds behind

The poetry of light plays on the screen that is our mind.

Searching skies for sunbeams, which birthed the brilliant bow,

Eyes slide down prismatic bands to find its’ source below

No matter if we see the arc complete or just a part

It’s nature’s basic building blocks, primary colored art.

And even in the brightest sun, ends trail off in the mist

With thoughts of wealth and…

 

By James Geehring


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Hello and Goodbye

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…seen that change was in his eyes.
He pressed his hand against her cheek
murmuring, “Oh, so beautiful! I never should've let you go!”
Tears in his eyes,
while he cries out for her.
She’ll never answer back.
Karma can remember when…
She said hello,
and he said goodbye.
Her heart was for him,
his for any other.
Crying out to God,
“Save me, for I am lost.
I miss my girl dearly.
Send me to her.
Oh, take me home,
To her, where I belong.
I love her now.
Forgive me, my dear.”
He saw her again.
He looked…

By Anonymous

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Buried

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…by layer they

Piled hurts and traumas

Pushing me deftly

I am now buried in myself

Deep down

The surface is now

Landscaped by masks of

Fake exhilarations

Irrigated by the salts of

Tears bulging off

Irritated sights.

While you visit

The site and move around

Would you be patient enough

To excavate deep and

Reveal the real me

Expose my murky shades

To tantalizing bright sunlight

That may dry the debris

Blow off the cobwebs of

Memoirs

And instil life again

To the fossils that have

Been left to mercy of

Time to…


By Dusk
Twitter- @bipulbanerjee1

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The Journey

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…bore his soul on his journey to redemption. So many regrets, so much guilt. He had traveled a great distance, and had many miles ahead of him still. Along the way, He wrote farewell to bits of his youth in the notebook he carried in his back pocket. 62 pages of broken promises, self indulgence and deceit. The notebook still contained another 38 pages to fully diverge from his former self. When he completes this cleansing journey, he will open a new notebook to fill with memories of compassion, loyalty, and love; and he will begin…

By Tracey Koehler

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A Movie

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…many words but so much pain,
Maybe some day it'll fade away,
This PTSD your words still ring,
This movie I'm watching holding deep within,
Oh sweet child let it go,
Watch it burn and watch it flow,
Out of hand,
Out of touch,
Your words still cut,
Like a movie on replay,
The tears and fears all still sting,
Maybe some day soon it'll end,
This PTSD from your hands,
The marks remain long after the bruise,
Long after the cut,
From your mouth I watched it flow,
A black liquid poison sinking in,
Your words promised love but…

By Marina Vos

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