The Old Me | Mónika Tóth
You broke it…
The world of me…
my dreams, my heart..
The old me…
The gone me…!
poem about life
Broken | William Swales
ALONE BY FAULT
AN OPEN WOUND
UNHEALED DIRTY
FILLED WITH SALT
JUST WAITING WANTING
FORSAKEN ALONE
WANDERING SEARCHING
A PLACE, HOME
COLD, SCARED
SCARRED
BUT YEARNING
HEART WAITING, BARRED
ADDICTED I THINK
MISSING THE PAIN
MY HEART MY SLEEVE
THE BLOOD THE STAIN
A BARREN SHELL
COVERED IN SKIN
SELECTIVE PICKY
WHO I LET IN
BUT I MISS YOU
PAIN HEARTBREAK
YOU MUST BE SPECIAL
FOR MY FUTURE ACHE
Stories | Miguel Soto
The stories are told in such a fine grit
the echoes of eternity were infinitely lit,
at certain paths there is a crossroad
you look for a crown to which I will righteously bestow.
The clutches of tomorrow were never in dismay
you write your riches to which no one ever flinches,
please say to sorry that I was never there
let us hope that there will be a share.
Go on, go on, go on, go far far on
snaring away at the pumps of your heart,
is all you will ever need to start.
Please don’t go, don’t give me a precise no
every sound of the air way can give a chance to go,
too little, too far on our journey to an intergalactic bar
a million men marched up Jupiter’s spiral low.
Take it, take it, take all the eternity of time
making up a conscience will give us a world to deny
from start to finish there will be no minds left to vanish.
The once and for all have grown too far gone
many can rid us from this infinite church,
I stand here in the middle as a road’s pawn
The earth will open up for us to emerge.
Betrayal | Stan Morrison
I’m no good reading between the lines
I get stuck at decoding the obvious
I believed all those lies you told me
so who is really the fool after all
I know that by tomorrow I’ll be fine
and you’ll still have your sad life saga
you’ve broken our rental agreement
love’s only a lease, never a purchase
Full Immersion | Anna Maria Dall’Olio
Never did you learn who I was
never did I learn who you were
now you live in me
I do belong to you.
Beyond life, love
(moving target of arrows)
the lightest thing:
your life belongs to mine.
More at http://annamariadallolio.it/.
Inclusion | Eliza Segiet
From the orchestra of sensations
only moments are stopped in time.
They remain,
they last like an inclusion hidden in amber.
The past veiled by the memory
of stone nature.
My mind are the corals of the past,
monads of memories
immersed in a whirl of madness.
The corals of the future crystallize
into indeterminacy.
Fortune will materialize tomorrow.
Translated by Artur Komoter
More at https://www.facebook.com/people/Eliza-Segiet/100007962137277.
Beautiful Ghosts | Fotoula Reynolds
A river of memories
Flow into my life
Dancing like dragonflies
Chasing each other
Grey photographs inside
The album of my mind
Fingertips turn pages
On skin is last decade’s dust
Armchair dreams make me smile
Love journeys with heart and hands
Unaccountable footprints
Reach the ancient elm tree
Two bodies ignite the dawn
Dew drops fall from leaf to leaf
And the distance in their eyes is
A homecoming they can’t deny
Beautiful ghosts lay lost
Between walls of heavy sighs
Reminiscing in corridors
Nobody gets away unhurt