Regret Poems
Needs new blood
by Zak Tannhauser
first mistake I made
grabbed the wooden world in my hands
then, scream
carpenter king
sully thyself
infant carvings subtract every moment
year after year, I
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Cancerous
by Xia Sava
My community grows
then it dies.
A natural occurrence
no one can put on hold.
When our time to go arrives,
no one protests
since everyone knows
......
Wings of Dread
by Saswat Dash
As i sit here rotten,
I look at a happy, playful couple of pretty butterflies,
Oh pitiful me! Hiddenly crying, holding onto my winter mitten,
It is a simple piece of fabric to one; but now I know how time flies,
Both of us look back upon thee,
A manner of glee which used to be,
A glee of a pact filled with lies.
Oh alas, me! Look. It is just a dirty pair of moths; a burden to fly.
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The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
The Effects of Memory
by Michael R. Burch
A black ringlet curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
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living
by gabriella BlakeI’m living for those moments. The ones that only come once. The ones you hold on to for as long as you possibly can. I’m living for those moments because I need to stop replaying the old ones. I want you to drive fast, I want to jump high and fall hard. I want to feel the breeze through my hair and taste the fresh air. I want to fill my lungs with anything but fresh air, though just because I can. I want to be reckless and wild. Just because I can. I want to run until I can’t run anymore. I want a natural high and an artificial one too. I want to do everything worth doing because the possible regrets aren’t worth it. I don’t want to live with the what if’s. I want you to take me to the rooftop. I want to feel the wind under my feet, beckoning me to jump. I want to defy gravity, just because I can.
Continue readingNeeds new blood
by Zak Tannhauser
first mistake I made
grabbed the wooden world in my hands
then, scream
carpenter king
sully thyself
infant carvings subtract every moment
year after year, I
......
Cancerous
by Xia Sava
My community grows
then it dies.
A natural occurrence
no one can put on hold.
When our time to go arrives,
no one protests
since everyone knows
......
Wings of Dread
by Saswat Dash
As i sit here rotten,
I look at a happy, playful couple of pretty butterflies,
Oh pitiful me! Hiddenly crying, holding onto my winter mitten,
It is a simple piece of fabric to one; but now I know how time flies,
Both of us look back upon thee,
A manner of glee which used to be,
A glee of a pact filled with lies.
Oh alas, me! Look. It is just a dirty pair of moths; a burden to fly.
......
"GONE"
by Essambeh Ebai Essambeh
Youthful passions strike a silent nerve,
All the hearts I yearned for are now gone or dead.
Not caught up in the mire where moths decay,
But enclosed in brick walls, with promises bound by sacred rings where many now stay.
And now, I slowly play back our fondest memories on shadowy screens,
Trying to understand if I mistakenly skipped any predestined scene.
For I gave everything I had and never played another script,
What else do women want, when you give them everything?
Things Undone
by Ken Ripley
Death comes in and steals away
Those things we want to do.
I could have built big bridges
Or molded the lives of men.
I could have climbed the ridges
Adventure offered again.
Ah, but what remains is true —
Death came in, and stole today.
