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Lovelorn Poet in Vancouver, BC: A Haunting

October 12, 2017 by lovelornpoets

Polaroid Haunted Street by Sandi

Not all hauntings are gruesome and scary
But still have monsters of which to be wary
They creep and the lurk all in the dark
In the back of your mind, and silently bark
Wanting and waiting to tear it apart
Im long departed from playing my part

Wanting and waiting
lurk all in the dark

Not all hauntings
silently bark

They creep
gruesome and scary

Im long departed
of which to be wary

But still are monsters
playing my part

In the back of your mind
to tear it apart

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: No More (mindgallery)

October 6, 2017 by lovelornpoets

No More by mindgallery

> A poem’s worth less than a box of zip lock bags
> made to temporarily preserve the assorted
> perishable goods we collected
> over a lifetime
>
> and the sound of music made me sad not
> because i forgot how to
> dance
>
> but because i didn’t want to
> anymore

–

And here we lay lying torn apart and rearranged
in this land of strange combustible
mercy

again

And BTW fuck the NRA . mindgallery . twitter

BTW NRA
fuck the dance and
i didn’t want
a poem’s sad mercy
anymore
>>>
and here
zip lock bags preserve the collected goods of a lifetime
to the sound of music rearranged
to a worth less box
made temporarily made
over me
we
>>>>
not because i forgot how to
but because
we lay
torn apart and perishable
again
in this strange land
of assorted combustible lying
>>>>

Lovelorn Poet in Odessa, TX: Atelaphobia

October 4, 2017 by lovelornpoets

Patterns of Power by Lucy Hawthorne

You always think, no one is perfect. I never knew how true this one word could possibly be, until recently. I’ve always known I wasn’t perfect. I embraced it. Maybe too much so. Outwardly portraying this girl that had it all together. Always thinking if I showed how well I could handle not only the duties of a woman, but also that of a man, I would be more desirable. So worried about keeping a clean house, yet getting extra hours at work. I can show them. I will do it all, and ask for no help. I am independent. I need no one. Looking back, boy was I stupid. You have to laugh about it though. The opportunities missed. The unjust fights picked. I see now. I see… way too late, but hey. Lessons learned.

As much as it pains me, I will do just that. Only with a different perspective. I am changing all that was me. It will be harder in some aspects, but well worth it I believe. Letting go of it all. Finding the imperfect, me that is perfectly happy.

Lovelorn Poet in Brooklyn, NY: Down The Drain (mindgallery)

September 8, 2017 by lovelornpoets

down the drain by mindgall

Traveling through different eras centuries and
time zones (we) encountered
scrambled words and
language

and sitting full of disappear in our leather
chairs as we watched the
news

we woke up to the front page blues
where memories are
so easy to
loose

just scattered sunshine
through the pouring
rain

all those memories
down the
drain

mindgallery . twitter

scattered memories traveling through the sunshine
we disappear to where centuries eras
words and language
are different
as
scrambled memories sitting through the pouring rain
in front of leather chairs and the loose drain
so easy to just page down
all those blues

(we) encountered the time zones
we watched our news
and woke up
full

Lovelorn Poet in NYC: To Be Whispered Underwater, Perhaps To A Benevolently Passing Fish

September 6, 2017 by lovelornpoets

The Water Recedes by Cameron Russell

I’m ashamed to admit the number of mornings I’ve woken to assess my weathered hull and found your absence there, a thousand sticky barnacles I can’t seem to will myself to scrape off.
They weigh me down, sure but
I miss the even keel of your voice, even
when I was flailing overboard and
I miss the phosphorescent glow that flickered in the depths of your mind when you allowed me to bob below the surface.

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