Lovelorn Poets

From Anchorage to Zebulon: In Search of Missed Connections

Lovelorn Poet in Cleveland, OH: Fall Beach

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Escaping Dinosaur by Daniel Gonzalez Fuster

Escaping Dinosaur by Daniel Gonzalez Fuster

that thunderstorm
was like an ear to ear grin
awake for coast to coast strobelights
like a waterfall in an earthquake
tide rising

like a brontosarus, saying, uh oh

i don’t exist.

hold my hand again, let the asteroid hit

I miss you so much.

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I miss you so much
i don’t exist
let the asteroid hit
like a brontosaurus
like a waterfall in an earthquake
saying
uh oh
tide rising
was like an ear to ear grin

that thunderstorm
awake for coast to coast strobe lights
hold my hand again

Lovelorn Poet in Las Vegas, NV: Intersection

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Intersection

Intersection by unknown

when crossing over to the
other side it’s customary
to bestow a sweeping gaze
upon poorly reconstructed memories
of long-lost
longitudes and latitudes
scores, debts, and dust, settled
this morning sun of new beginnings
makes iridescent the razor-thin skin
of the bubble that is me
a simpleton with simple needs
a hand to hold
an adventure to share
and home
with you

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a and an adventure
bestow beginnings bubble
crossing customary
debts dust
gaze 
hand hold home   
it’s iridescent
long-lost longitudes latitudes
memories morning makes me
new needs
over other of
poorly
reconstructed razor-thin
side sweeping scores settled sun skin simpleton simple share
to the this that
upon
when with
you

 

Lovelorn Poet in Boston, MA: Imprint

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Words from Below by Jez S

Words from Below by Jez S.

when i saw your words i fell in love with them,
and you smiled because you knew.

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with your words
i smiled because
i saw you, love
in them

and you fell
when i knew

Lovelorn Poet in Toledo, OH: The Cosmic Children

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Cosmic Jive by Studio Green Penguin

Cosmic Jive by Studio Green Penguin

Looking for those cosmic children met in places long lost to the memory of mankind.
Where else we tread through brilliant illuminations, oh great souls, I beckon thee return to me in our time of need.
It is time to water the seeds of yesteryear.

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looking for water in our time of need
we tread through the places long lost
where cosmic children met great souls
seeds of brilliant illuminations

I beckon to thee
oh else, mankind, it is time to
return to me the memory of those in yesteryear

Lovelorn Poet in Savannah, GA: Stories

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nocturnal damn stories by nelio

nocturnal damn stories by neliO

We are our stories,
not our religion or the color
of our skin. We are searchers and
seekers, dancers and dreamers,
questions without answers in
an endless conversation.

–Bison Jack

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the
conversation or
an endless answer without questions
of dreamers, dancers, seekers, searchers
we are in
our skins
our color
and religion

and we are not our stories

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