Trains Crossing by Emanuele Toscano
You can read what I write.
That’s why I write the way I do. And it doesn’t make sense to them.
The messages are meant for you.
Have a good night…
Lovelorn Poet in Richmond, VA: I Know
Lovelorn Poet in Richmond, VA: Do You?
La Bella Durmiente by Guillermo Ruiz
do you?
ever wondered if dreams are reality.
and reality is a dream.
if we are living in someone else’s mind.
that we aren’t real.
that we are a product of someone’s imagination.
that you are nothing.
you are the invisible friend.
Lovelorn Poet in Richmond, VA: Antics
Knowledge by Saul Gray-Hildenbrand
noun
plural noun: antics
foolish, outrageous, or amusing behavior.
“the antics of our political parties”
synonyms: capers, pranks, larks, hijinks, frolicking, skylarking, foolery, tomfoolery
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such antics”
Her Two Cents
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such foolish, outrageous, or amusing behavior”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such capers”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such pranks”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such larks”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such hijinks”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such frolicking”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such skylarking”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such foolery”
“someday you’ll be too old to get away with such tomfoolery”
Lovelorn Poet in Richmond, VA: I Never Was One For Poetry
Summer Rain by Tobi Gaulke
I never was one for poetry.
An old woman but a stones throw from my toil died three days ago.
Choked to death on accumulated trinkets and memories.
Suffocated on a life time of worth and work.
The four cutters sitting on her charred porch hang their heads in somber exhaustion.
I’m ten minutes late, in my frustration forgetting the world is larger than my own.
Like the time that man on the bridge kept us from home for an hour, and we complained, but our gripe soon turned to grief.
The bed creeks under my own weight but only one side has fallen through the frame.
For the first time, half broken is the greater of two sadnesses.
I pass the days in a half woken stupor, playing out scenarios of your life’s future splendor.
But I still crack that melancholy smile despite your hate, because nobody else will know the way my thumb slid to the pit of your ear.
Maybe you miss it too.
On rainy days like this one, the boys can’t tell the difference between tears or rain.
Her Two Cents
On rainy days
I still crack that melancholy smile
trinkets and memories, worth and work
half broken, half woken
nobody else will know
life’s future splendor is larger than my own
Maybe you miss it too.
Lovelorn Poet in Richmond, VA: Conviction. (Your Mind.)
Ladder to Light by Tom Blackwell
Please
Don’t get
Your hopes
Up:
This is a connection
Missed
For Humanity.
Loving You
Like I Love
Me.
Problem is:
Gotta learn the
Latter/Ladder/
First.
Can you feel
The Beat
In the text?
This is real
Virtual sex:
Wisdom Viral.
But she’s no
Disease.
She’s the Cure.
And she’s all
Yours.
Theseus’
String
With
Prometheus’
Flame.
Snatched back
For the flash.
And the
Spark
Let’s light
This wire.
We’re brighter
Together
Louder
In Concert.
Bring the Boom
I got the Bass
We got The Line
And the Beat.
Just need
The Movement.
No fuckin time
For defeat.
Respect Your Self
And Every One
Else.
Her Two Cents
This is real. For Humanity. Respect Your Self.
As you climb the ladder toward the light, be sure to mind your head and back.