#DailyPoetry

[jaggedjawjosh]

In every act of kindness, I draw a new stroke on the canvas of life, where creativity paints the world with love and endless possibilities.

[uncle-keg]

ars gratia artis/ars poetica poem

Art for the sake of art-

requires vulnerability,

but I don't know if I'm able

for a part of me

to be left out on the table.

Not carefully carved

like thanksgiving turkey,

more like last night's discared dinner

not saved or cleared, out of lethargy,

and beginning to stink.

I wouldn't dare to take a bite

or try to reheat it;

attempting to give it new life.

That'd only accentuate the stench,

resurrecting the past,

and making me wretch.

Though in doing so, it may finally pass.

[s3chaba]

No compass drawn, no clear way home,

Just calloused feet and streets I roam.

They took the signs, erased the trail,

But still I breathe, I will not fail.

Each wrong turn carved a deeper truth,

That even loss can carry proof—

That when you move, you still exist,

A soul the system can’t dismiss.

[moonlit-fragment]

"Quiet Corners" I once tried filling rooms. Laughter following behind me like swirls of a familiar perfume— easy, bright, performative. Now I choose corners. Not out of fear, but because silence is softer than applause. People say, “You’ve changed.” As if staying the same was ever an option. I nod. Smile. The kind of smile that doesn’t reach the eyes, just barely scratches the surface. Just enough. I wonder if they notice the cracks or if I’ve learned to paint over them too well. Because lately, even joy feels like effort. And peace? Peace feels like a room with no one asking anything from me.

-moonlit fragments May 2025

[spanta2ra]

Cosmic Breakfast

Martian morning broke Cosmic pickle taste of secrets Pink cloud sweetly strange.

Spaceship, bus of stars between Jelly beings, space pedestrians roam Cosmic daily circus.

Office, glass cage of tasks confined Jet fuel coffee, despair's bitter taste Empty meeting, words unbound.

Home, a box of silence, stars between Reconstructed dinner, taste vague and cold Numb hologram gaze, routine.

Space night, black curtain, silence deep Marmalade dreams, space nightmares creep Another dawn, pickles steep.

[the2g-vibes]

*// 《暑假》

与童年告别后，我们第一次 重新经历人生的暑假 宇宙也跟着进入这个故事序列

一路目睹，街道上冷冷清清 三三两两的年轻人穿着浴衣 我想象她们约会从海边归来

孩童骑着自行车 在商店街转来转去 喫茶店的草莓刨冰是旧时味道

可是奇怪，我的童年并不发生在 这座隔海相望的岛屿

2024 年 8 月 15 日

[writing-from-the-closet]

BLUE VS GREY

You like the blue in the sky,You love the sunny days,Chilled summer drink in hand,Three or more ice cubes clinking,That sundress from winter’s sale,30% off,Saved for these kinda days. You call friends, ready to go out,“IT IS A BEAUTIFUL DAY,” you say. I too like colours, like the grey.I sip my ginger tea,Wear warm pyjamas,Cover myself with a blanket,Looking like a teddy, Watching the view…

[jessicam1202]

Tell-a-Tale Tuesday: Brought to you by JL Meicht

I once knew a young girl, a lot like myself. Who dwindled and dwaddled upon a great shelf. She was smart like I am and worked real hard too. But street smarts are something we have yet to accrue. So she stayed in our hometown, as I moved out fast. I never looked back, I was free at last. Except I DID look back from time to time, But just to realize Im not done with this climb, So I reach on up and I grab the last rung. I then gasp so fast that I choke on my tongue, I jump off life's ladder and look around quick. I realize I recognize why this girl is sick. Where here melds with there and our worlds start to collide We can't keep them apart, no matter how hard we tried For my heart lives where home was, while my mind is here because while today Im strong, my heart still has fear.

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[jaggedjawjosh]

In my journey of healing, I find balance in gratitude, cherishing each step forward as a testament to my resilient heart.

[conjcosby]

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[divyashana]

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[artorojo]

You are unrepeatable there is a magic about you that is all your own.

D.M. Dellinger

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[andyklingensmith]

Archival #13

Early 2023

I will lie in the earth and let the blood flow and tell you it’s growing flowers on your grave. I will tell you the sun is shining on your face as it turns to stone in my hands.

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When the sun goes out I screw in another and the whirring threads stitch my worried heart Illuminating a surgical scar that reads like a liturgy Passing between passages and small holes in skin I start to feel the warm air assimilate the cool again So I open the window to keep out the storm that walks in my head through a landscape of thorns

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There is nothing difficult

about holding a hand

but I find it impossible

to keep my fingers

from crushing yours

Snapping, cracking like stems cut from flowers The trashbin will smell of roses for a week to come

As I raise the lid

I raise your nails

with a winch

to sleep under

The gold

stains my palms

with glitter

I spread it to my face

as I stir in my sleep

And when I wake

the morning light

illuminates my skin

like the sunrise

over a field of dew

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You should unmask. We have all laid aside disguise but you.

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There is love in the violence that tears a man apart and there is mercy in the breaking of a wide and lonely heart I am painting with the blood that pours from your arm Something depicting the way you used to feel The red brings out emotion that other colors do not do So look into the mirror See me looking back at you

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I am on the verge of the void

If I raise my arm

it disappears

If I lean my head

there goes an ear

Holding onto life I feel it snuff out

with the same hollow wind

which laughs as it flows

from heartland to heartland

in a black undertow

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Isn’t it red? That hue as you carry it closer, it mellows It’s more like a yellow Funny how things change as they spend time in your head If you’d have caught it in its prime You’d have given it all to green Unchecked by time, one draws from what one has seen But you didn’t notice it was different You didn’t notice at all Until it was lying dead before you Until summer turned to fall

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If this is not what you meant it to be then bend the earth back and touch moon to sea Let them kiss there quietly The tides breathe: “Finally”

[n-i-ran]

One more day of subtle anxiety tugging my heartstrings and telling me to wake the hell up on the first alarm itself.

**Blames it on my blanket**