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ida girl Jun 06, 2026

Crucible

Shredded skin
an SOS
technical difficulties
within the site

Forced upon the cobblestone of contest
to upload

Artists ear

I want to gather

no contest

however

it seems the only way to trespass

Perhaps a taper in the comments helpmy technological ignorance

70 years
I miss my lover

Swept beneath a concrete grave

linoleum danced upon

flj011278 Jun 06, 2026

Murder capital.

Little kids roaming the streets of south saint, Louis, barefoot and shirtless unsupervised and unwanted, and every predator in the neighborhood knew it.

Serial killers gang-related shootings,a dead body in the alley. Pimps, John's, hookers, another stabbing, as I fell asleep to police sirens.

It's time to wake up. Somebody broke into the house while you were asleep in your bed. No one even knew they were there. They could have killed you all or stabbed you up and left you for dead.

juliemakhoul3458 Jun 06, 2026

Arithmetic of Inheritance

I was taught to trace my worth through percentages,

as if blood were a ledger that could balance itself clean.

They handed me maps drawn in ash and inked in contradiction,

told me to stand still inside the borders of someone else’s hunger

and call it history.

So I did what children do with impossible math—

I tried to become the answer.

I learned that my bones are not neutral ground.

They remember treaties signed with trembling hands,

wisecrone2011 Jun 06, 2026

Grief

I opened my eyes,

wide awake in the dark.

And just for a moment,

I forgot, that safe, in my bed...

you were not.

Suddenly,

The room seemed

cold and spare.

I laid back down

in bleak despair.

I grabbed your pillow

and held it tight,

as I dared,

While the scent of your hair

seemed to fill the night air.

The feel of your body,

I remember it,

so real,

so warm,

so bare.

Triskelion Jun 06, 2026

MAGAMANURE

barmy farmers are feeling like fertilized dirt

they supported dear donny and losing their shirt

wearing little red caps

turned them all into saps

hope they're happy we're all getting hurt

William Lynn Jun 06, 2026

Our Picnic Basket

A picnic basket waits in the shade,

its woven ribs a cradle made

for summer's hush, for meadow air,

for quiet hearts who wander there.

It waits below the willow tree,

as if to say, "Come sit with me,

unpack your worries, drop your load,

let laughter spill across the road."

Inside, the clink of jars and spoons,

a folded cloth, the scent of June,

and something soft, an old-time grace,

that shows the pulse of our special place.

It isn't just a meal it keeps,

RJ Bear Jun 06, 2026

Outlaws Vow

Cold bone, hot iron and a shallow grave,
No gods to keep what the blood can’t save.
Choke the light from the dying sun—
Till the pulse stops cold and the fight is done.

flj011278 Jun 05, 2026

Anonymous.

So many lonely people walking around empty and void in their search for Purpose.

Every day is a tapestry of black and gray as time chips away at the facade beneath the surface.

Going through the motions , as a matter of survival with no end in sight , but the end is next and we know it and cannot escape it.

Wandering, through the ruins of a world, lost between childhood and delusion. Our innocents can never be reclaimed.

We need each other , but can't trust one another, just a face without a name.

Trouble Jun 05, 2026

STUPID OR IGNORANCE STUPID OR IGNORANCE

STUPID OR IGNORANCE

I guess I will always be stupid or ignorant!

I will be ignorance , if only to personify

The emancipative judgments in my own mind

Lacking the compendiousness the forgiveness

In my history of time

I will be ignorance , if only to personify

The emancipative judgments in my own mind

My stupidity , is my comprehension

I’ve search too find !

Unlocking the balance of stupidity and ignorance

wisecrone2011 Jun 05, 2026

School's Out

Suddenly, floating,

above the bed,

looking at myself lying in it below,

I'm beginning to ask some pertinent questions...

Did I die?

Am I now, a free spirit, living in life's afterglow?

A clock, on the bedside table, answers me,

by abruptly stopping its loud ticking,

Somehow, symbolically,

letting me know,

it's time to start reviewing and thinking.

Have I graduated, from earth's great classroom?

Did I learn my lessons?