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 2043° 
Nat Lipstadt
every poem gets the exact number
of reads it deserves
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nah, I don't think that for
a millisecond,
shoot,
not a ****** nanosecond (1)

truthfully
I'm torn up inside
and my thinking
absolutely
could be wrong
or could be right
absolutely

just like the optionality
of believing in god;
has to be some force
of intelligence that
could create such
microscopic complexity randomly
or just thinking the world
is just a series of accidentally
interactions

so
who's to say what's good,
what's not so good,
and by what standard
one should judge

Is this a poem?
Heck if I know

and what sbout the poems that
get not a one,
a single one, absence of curiosity,
an unheralded execution.
death by silent ignorance,
a master's mastery of exactitude
all because
just because

Is that a collective decision
by an unconscious collective,
the best moderne equivalent of
the unmarked death

of just a single one of
your billions of brain cells (2)(3)

all I know is
that my confusion is confirmed
my constancy is inconsistent
my equatorial balance is
gonzo, dragging me down,
each division wants to piece me up,
and today,
right now
got no answers
at all

how do I define myself?
what categories do I fit
within?

and yet
that answers one question!

do not write interrogatory inquisitions
at 1:15 am
(unless you're a DUMB lucky *******
who believes they got
answers
)
(1)
a nanosecond is significantly smaller than a millisecond. Specifically, there are one million (1,000,000) nanoseconds in a millisecond
(2)
A human brain contains approximately 86 billion neurons. Additionally, there are roughly the same number of non-neuronal cells called glia. In total, the human brain is estimated to have around 170 billion cells.
(3)
During brain development, many more neurons are produced than are ultimately needed. Around half of these neurons die off before and shortly after birth, according to Harvard Gazette(they probably just made it up)
 1142° 
Kalliope
Sleep is a funny thing,
A place that’s hard to go.
Will she keep me peacefully,
Or smother me in my woes?

Will it be restful,
Or will I wake up in pain?
Tossing and turning through the night,
Lack of sleep driving me insane.

Sometimes she greets me softly,
With dreams sweet as honey,
Other nights she’s cruel,
Nightmares so real I'd give therapists money.

I lie there counting shadows,
Tracing cracks along my wall,
Begging her to claim me,
As the hours slowly crawl.

Sleep-deprived woman,
Navigating life’s maze-
No time to sleep when
There’s coincidences for me to appraise.

Everything has a purpose,
Can’t rest till I have an answer.
A tough relationship with slumber,
But ****, she’s my favorite dancer.
If I flip the pillow three times and sleep with the blanket upside down maybe then she'd be satisfied
 790° 
Samuel Everson
I wake up to nothing
       but chirping birds
            and the drip of coffee
                   pouring down,
            and wonder how I feel
       about it all—
             and find it refreshing
       to know I see it
            like a fairy fountain,
       standing tall—
calling me to slip on shoes
    and even walk on air
         if that’s what I choose.
 500° 
Maria
When miracles were given away,
It's found that there weren't them for me.
Maybe they didn't put down me in list
Or I forgot to join a queue, you see?

Maybe I got on a shift turnover.
Wizardry's also a job, hearsay,
With lunches, holidays and days off surely.
There're no fools to work the whole days.

Well, I guess I'll have to wait.
I'm a human. I know what's what.
I'll scroop by myself. I'll be patient.
I'll do my best. I hope I would.
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💖
 438° 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
I cried for two years.
every day, all day.
Cara wanted to marry me.
I was hesitant. At that time,
I didn't know why.
Much later, when I was
in therapy, I came to realize
that, in the past, I unconsciously
feared that if I married,
most likely we would
have children, and quite
probably, we would have
a boy, and unconsciously
I feared I would treat
my son the same way
my father had treated me.
My father had treated me
harshly. He never told me
he loved me. I will spare you
the details. Cara grew increasingly
angry toward me for another year.
She used jealousy to try to
get me to marry her. She
swam in her swimming pool,
but when she dried off, I saw her
bruised *****, which I knew
I had not caused. When I saw
it, I went into shock and suffered
involuntary kundalini, which lasted
six years. After all those years
of excruciating pain, I finally
recovered. All this happened
45 years ago, but some days
I feel as though it happened
yesterday.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
 333° 
touka
You found it meandering


                                                    ­            I walked it alone.


You said the Phoenix rises


                                                         ­        I am stuck in the stone.



    A common bird —
      With two wings,
     now



                   Tinged



                       That same old color

of the rock burnt out

                   of absence

                                                      of­ nothing —




of silence.
for a critic
 310° 
RED
She is the life,
He is the death.
She was mistreated,
He held no breath.
She hoped to end,
He fought to stay.
She kissed him once—
He rose,
She slipped away.
 290° 
Mike Adam
Today some cloud
Put on a show,
Streaking across
Clear blue sky.

Pretty
Empty
Condensation
Evaporating far away
 225° 
RJ
I’ve been through enough
to know silence can be louder than screams.
Enough to know
“I'm fine” usually means
I'm not.

I’ve had nights
where the weight got heavy,
but I held it anyway.
No applause.
No witness.
Just me
and the dark
playing tug-of-war with my peace.

But I never let go.
Even when I wanted to.

There’s a version of me
I used to mourn
the one before the heartbreak,
before the trust got shattered,
before I learned
people only love you
when it's easy.

Now I move slower,
but wiser.
I speak less,
but mean more.
I lost some friends,
but I found my spine.

The ink on my hand
ain’t decoration
it’s declaration.
Proof I’ve made it this far,
even if the road
was more cuts than comfort.

I don’t expect perfect anymore.
Just real.
Just effort.
Just peace that don’t ask me
to shrink to fit inside it.

I’m not healed,
but I’m healing.
Not fearless,
but brave.
Still got days
where I look in the mirror
and ask,
“Am I really built for this?”

And every time,
my reflection answers,
“You already are.”
 217° 
Amethyste
I need friend
To spend these empty days of mine
Where I talk to myself
And try to make myself happy

To have a coffee
To drink a little bit
To take a walk
To give a hug

The universe wants me cold
As I live this solitary life.
 204° 
Stardust
My comfort zone smiles sweetly, like cheese in a mousetrap - harmless, until it snaps.
 194° 
Carson Dees
I've been so good, I've been helpful and friendly,
I've been so good, Why am I feeling empty?
I've been so good, I've been so good this year,
I've been so good, But it's still getting harder,
I've been so good, where the heck is my karma?
I've been so good, I've been so good this year.
Adam, Jack, and Ryan Metzger,
Karma, 2019
 173° 
Kara Palais
Our eyes met that gloomy day,
And I immediately knew
It had been another time another place
I had always loved you

Lives we lived together
Spanning since the dawn of time
Energy of us tethered
Two souls intertwined.

Soulmates don't always work out as planned
Life gets in the way.
Things just aren't so grand
And our path isn't paved.

Is it wrong to crave a soul?
Is it wrong to lust for the past?
And to long for someone you've always known?
Wishing love forever lasts.
 159° 
Emma Sims
‘tis a different kind of ache,
a softly broken heart
a fallen apple, bruised;
gently held, and soothed -
then slowly prised apart
 150° 
JRF
Nocturnal Haiku

I can’t sleep because
You haunt every minute
Of my weary mind.
 138° 
Will
a gaze into a wavingly
hot otherworld
shining beneath
a monochrome skin,

groaning for its
meat of color;

and in the otherworld
an other-man,
with a gray hat and
face, looking

at the soulless mimic
forms which gazed
back at him in identical
agony,

as if they too knew
the cost of a life
 122° 
Limes Carma
I bought my peace in silver flakes,
from shadow hands in quiet breaks.
They said it shimmered, said it flew —
but gravity still pulled me through.

I lined the stars on bathroom tile,
called it freedom for a while.
It sparkled like a borrowed sky —
but burned like comets passing by.

I chased the night, I chased the glow,
until the stars fell down below.
And when the morning asked for me —
I left in dreams I’d paid to see.
© Copyright 2025 - Limes Carma
 118° 
deanena tierney
It is heaven.
Crickets
Peace
Breath
Smiles
Warmth
Weightless
But that one wormhole to hell
Remains
 118° 
Nour
(عندما يلقي بي الحلم بعيداً

ولا أعود أدراجي)



ثمة ما يبعث على الحياة في المضي قدماً
بلا التفات
فجلّ ما أريد فيما سيخلق
ما حاجتي بما مات؟
أنظر إليها تارة وتارة أتجنب المرآة
وأتجنب الأسئلة
وأتجنب كل جنب

فهناك ماضٍ يختبئ في جميع الطيّات

لا حاجة لي بكِ
لا حاجة لي بكِ
اتركيني أيتها الذكريات
 116° 
JA Perkins
.. likes tearing people down
with loose talk and harsh words -
Empathy tossed aside
by the misuse of nouns and verbs
with a twisted view of society
just bound to be seen and heard -
Everyone, sit tight
till every harsh word is slurred.
The Queen of the Night Life;
her brokenness - a crown.
Out-spokenness - a sword
that she just loves to swing around.
As for me, I'm just a jester;
my struggle - a comedic scene,
but she’s been justified by hatred
only entitled to the royal queen
Injustice, all the same
 107° 
irinia
I carry your hands like waves breaking on the skin
your eyes get flammable like capsicum on innocent tongue
I have long conversations with this boiling sea
the sea bears the roundness of the moon
the moon reveals its wounds
the wounds shed their skins to feed
an undiscovered earth
 92° 
Louis Aragon
Donne-moi tes mains pour l'inquiétude
Donne-moi tes mains dont j'ai tant rêvé
Dont j'ai tant rêvé dans ma solitude
Donne-moi tes mains que je sois sauvé

Lorsque je les prends à mon propre piège
De paume et de peur de hâte et d'émoi
Lorsque je les prends comme une eau de neige
Qui fuit de partout dans mes mains à moi

Sauras-tu jamais ce qui me traverse
Qui me bouleverse et qui m'envahit
Sauras-tu jamais ce qui me transperce
Ce que j'ai trahi quand j'ai tressailli

Ce que dit ainsi le profond langage
Ce parler muet de sens animaux
Sans bouche et sans yeux miroir sans image
Ce frémir d'aimer qui n'a pas de mots

Sauras-tu jamais ce que les doigts pensent
D'une proie entre eux un instant tenue
Sauras-tu jamais ce que leur silence
Un éclair aura connu d'inconnu

Donne-moi tes mains que mon coeur s'y forme
S'y taise le monde au moins un moment
Donne-moi tes mains que mon âme y dorme
Que mon âme y dorme éternellement.
a kind of soda
appears like clover in cards
wooden weapon, club
 90° 
Dr Peter Lim
Does your life resonate
or stagnate?
 88° 
badwords
Want to land a hit?
Write seventeen claps of ****
Done. Post. You can quit.
Math is make believe and imaginary
 87° 
Cary J
Devine,
in the mind,
Mostly sometimes.
 72° 
Aslam M
There comes a time in life
when you start letting go for peace.
Relationships. Wealth. Power. Style. Food.
And in the quiet, you find yourself.
 69° 
nova
Tried to be the shelter in every storm,
But got named the thunder I swore to transform.
They called me a red flag, a warning in flame,
Yet my heart still bleeds for love, not shame.
If pain is proof, then I'm real — not to blame.
 61° 
Geof Spavins
'            R ising from cinders, eyes alight with dawn
           E mbers swirl in wounded wings, beckoning flight
          B eckoned by the hush of fallen realms
         I gniting hope in the cavern of ash
        R enewed are the arcs of tomorrow’s blaze
         T hrust into azure skies with vigour reborn
          H erald of the eternal, kindling itself
My rebirth Phoenix tattoo
 57° 
Nat Lipstadt
even I am puzzled that this phrase
did not prior
tickle my contronymic
poetic senses till now, for what is tender is of not always legal,
and what is legal is far far from
always tender
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tender/tenderness

gotta rank in my 10 top fav
words,
nothing transforms
swifter than an
unexpected kiss,
a hug from behind,
the light stroke of a forefinger,
brushing a tear from cheek,
an errant bang, a lock from vision interference,
All Super Legal
gracefully given,
gratefully given,
Wholly Unexpected,
and
great~fully
Accepted


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thinking that this maybe one of my
top 11 fav poems
~>
mmmmmmmmmmm
that's the sound
of me purring...
4;13am
July five
2025
 52° 
Agnes de Lods
So many colorful shards,
so many scattered books,
my Father left behind.

He connected the dots
with me, in space and time,
listening to the wind
when it was raining.

Absent and so close,
he used to say:
“Listen to what’s on the ground.
See what lifts us at night
when the birds go silent.”

He gave me more unrest,
he was the left hand
forced to write
with the right.

He believed in me
when the system
sent me away,
dismissed me.

He had hope
without medals,
standing steadfast
in the last row.

Now the body crumbles.
There is a memory
full of holes.
A counting echo—
he remembers,
he doesn’t,
it’s fine,
still hard
but his voice lives…

Time is blending
into a rusted chain
of events.
Tenderness,
resistance
to the falling apart
of departure.

He won’t come back.
He won’t recover.
The body is warm,
life doesn’t want to escape
the shrinking shell.

Sharp words cut helplessness.
Many nights still come
until the final return
to the embryonic state,
to point zero.

I am here,
into this deep night
being the witness to breath,
awake in the dark gentleness.
 50° 
Arna
With a favourite person,
they are fun, memorable, and sweet.
Time flies fast.
Things to share remain in heaps.
Half of the matters get interrupted with laughter,
the other half—
with silences that feel like home.
Eyes half shut,
hearts wide open,
stories spill that wouldn’t during the day.
Even after talking time to time on calls,
direct conversations hit different.
A mix of talks, singing, vibing together—
it can only be felt,
hard to explain in words.
At the time when everyone is lost in dreams, fully asleep,
here we are—
laughing to the fullest,
talking in whispers so as not to wake anyone.
Remembering old memories,
dreaming about the future,
sharing current happenings,
narrating to each other the dramas we watched and books we read.
Things like this continue,
until one of us drifts into sleep quietly listening.
The other just smiles,
tucks them in gently,
and falls asleep with a content heart—
ready to continue the conversation that was left halfway tonight.
Some nights are unforgettable — not because of what was said, but because of who we said it to.
Late-night talks with a favourite person... where silence, laughter, and stories weave magic.
 46° 
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
It matters not what others think of you,
but it matters greatly what you think
of your real self.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS
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