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Where are the flowers at?
I stare through my windowpane,
What i see is a barren land,
Did they vanish into thin air
Or are they just invisible to me?

Am i that bad,
Even they escape from me
Or are they just playing,
Silly games with me?

Where are the flowers at?
Staring is driving me crazy.
Maybe they're  laughing in secret,
Hiding ,because i'm

The day i came and went

For a while, I have been gone,
Not so much for I left my poetry in my stead,
So they read, so they remember...
Yet here I am, alive yet dead.

They look at me with eyes,
Eyes that made mine cry,
No hugs, no hellos, or a faint gladness--
For I am here, alive yet dead.

The house I lived in, now

The Writer’s Curse

This is a warning 
A condition all of us have
One that every writer fears
It will come to you someday 
And there is nothing you can do
Try sitting down at your keyboard
Type in just one or two words
Your mind will shut down
Your fingers will freeze where they are
And you may start to cry a bit
But do

The Void

I look over at my family
Laughing and smiling
Not paying attention to me
Or the deep void within my heart
Do they ever wondering what its like?
To wake up each morning, consumed by the gaping hole in your chest.

to write or not to write

To write or not to write
Is that not the question
Whether to shed blood
In guise of metaphor
Or curl the tainted words
Ball-like upon the floor
To cast the spell of rhymes
Quick dancing step
Upon a metered cadence
Without breath
NAY, we must shout
ALAS, lest chaos reign
Within despondent hearts
Such folly fain
To be or not to be
T’was ne’er the quest
Perhaps with tongue in

Hiku: sweet love sings in hearts

be the ~r~h~y~t~h~m~~
of the °°p°°o°°e°°m°° my h¦e¦a¦r¦t 
                         ~w~~r~~i~~t~~e~~s~
sweet love s•       n•         s•
    

Anxiety

That feeling that sneaks up on you making your chest feel heavy with burn, now your skin feels too hot and you start to sweat, even the touch of your own hair makes you flinch and feel the weight of doom. 
All of a sudden everything feels like it’s falling apart, but what feels like

ChatGPT does me

Porchlight Theology
 
Some nights you stayed
just to see the porch light come on ~
like the world needed
one small signal
that someone was still home.

I asked if you believed in God.
You said,
"I believe in people who leave the light on."

freedom

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Why do we write negative poems?

It’s raining outside-
no, more than that.
The rain falls in blocks,
thick curtains that turn the world to ash and silver,
smothering it in the hiss of splattering drops.

Outside my old home
stood a bamboo tree, four meters tall.
On days like this
(when I wasn’t welded to the TV)
I’d watch its branches bow and sway,
like a fishing rod straining
against some

Best Comments Of The Last Two months In My View

best comments written by Maria Williams, Richard Seal, Rowena.

Books And Readers Are Beautiful

I find in today's world,
books and readers are missing.
Where have the readers gone?
Why are books so unattractive?
Could it be the style of writing or even their covers?
Years ago many would share their books with friends,
telling them the book was a must read.
Does the book hold the reader,
or does the reader hold the book?
The style of

The Manifesto I've Dreaded To Write

I’m sorry I never fit inside the rooms you gave me.
The walls bent inward,
doors swelled shut,
and I mistook silence for safety.

I’m sorry —
I’m sorry for every quiet collapse you never saw,
for the teeth I swallowed instead of words,
for becoming a stranger in the house you built.

I’m sorry —
I’m sorry for leaving them in the dark,
for

Trash Write

posters put digits, numbers not words, in what they call poem, trash write

The poems I should've never had to write

The poems that weep with grief 
The one that bleeds a sadness unnoticed 
The ones that grieve the erasure of colour
I wish I didn't have to write poems 
To convince you of our pain 
The one that stains every word on every page
The ones that can't bleed out of existence 
The ones that break and

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