Coffee Date With Luna: Breathing

And so we live just like we are breathing. Out of habit. We are just going through the motions, there’s nothing genuine in our reactions or routines. It’s easier to live a habit than to expose your heart to feelings. Habits are layers of protection we hold so tight to without realizing we are suffocating under them.

Even when we decide to see what’s out there, we first build a layer of lies to support our layer of habits and we explore the world knowing damn well our habits are sitting at home and waiting for us. We are not taking risks; we are just becoming bigger cowards.

But we all felt something. There was something, someone, somewhere, back in the day and it made us feel. That four-letter word we labeled as unreachable – we’ve all felt it. But then reality came knocking at our doors and we weren’t prepared. Fairytales had a happy ending but no one told us that there was a part two where the king and queen sit back to back and just stare at the wall for the rest of their lives.

As we grow older, when we meet someone who evokes a feeling in us, someone who feels genuine, reality comes knocking even sooner. She doesn’t give us a fucking chance and we decide not to fight it. It is what it is, we must do what we must do. We hide and we crawl back under our layers of habits. It’s easier to be alone than to let anyone in.

Those who listen to their heart are immoral, those who listen to their head spend a lifetime pretending they are fine.

And so we live just like we are breathing. Out of habit. We are just going through the motions, there’s nothing genuine in our reactions or routines.

Sorry Emma

I seek solace in black hats and battered books while riding unknown railways and fulfilling naivety to the best of my ability

to escape the fear I bear for my own country

the existential dread threaded into the american dream

Comparatively, I dare not complain,
white American female I am, consumerist, unwilling capitalist, drowning in
the doom of the climate disaster, popular ignorance at play with arrogance and homegrown terrorism pointing fingers at the foreign

They say, give us your tired, your poor, your weary
give us your men that know how to make money

And if they know how, can they make it for me,
under the guise of the American dream?

There’s a gleam of light in the distance
it lures you in to this capitalist system

We’ve propped up dictators, we’ve done your drugs
and now we alienate you
you worthless thugs

They say the American dream is a privilege
that belongs to only certain immigrants

Give us your tired, your poor, your weary
give us your labor so that we can make money

They divide us, they turn our heads, they tell us not to feel
but we all know the american dream isn’t real

Hello! My name is Ayla Burnett and I live in Portland, Oregon. I am a poet, as well as a music and environmental/human rights journalist. I write two blogs. One, entitled Hedera, is where I post articles relating to environmental issues and human rights. You can find it at www.justice-journalism.com
The other features my poetry and music writing. You can find it at www.culture-of-the-underground.blog
My instagram is @aylaginger

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‘OF’ Poem

For every part OF every day,
and every piece OF every way
For every heart OF a beating soul,
and every part OF the story untold
United beings OF one human race,
we must most OF all embrace

Hello, my name is Iroshi a lawyer turned writer, pen name I.P.Jaya
Instagram: @i.p.jaya
blog: hummingbirdquill.wordpress.com

I started writing poetry very recently based on words all in connection to my new romance book Sunrise of Every Dawn due to come out on the 31st March 2020 and I’m now going to release a poetry e-book accompaniment to the book in the next coming days too.

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Living Small

while you are playing at living
she creates a life
bold realness
versus attempting a performance

sad, little man
fraudulent and disingenuous
while she’s real
you’re under a cover

to hide your petite emotional stature
your true nature
one which will never blossom
to magnificence

a waste of skin and body parts

Susi Bocks – writer/author/poet, has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow her on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks’ work has been published in the anthology SMITTEN: This Is What Love Looks Like: Poetry by Women for Women and in Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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Positivity Press #61 – 300

Hello everyone!

Our little Poetry Bar community is growing on Instagram as well! This actually comes as a surprise to me because The Poetry Bar Instagram is not as active as The Poetry Bar here because not all of you have Instagram accounts and I don’t like sharing your work there if I can’t tag your IG as well for other people to check you out.

Anyways, I am very happy to see we hit 300 followers on our Poetry Bar Instagram account yesterday. I will put in much more effort to grow that platform as well for all of you to enjoy 🙂

I hope you are all staying safe during this difficult times. Feel free to comment below how are you feeling and reach out if you need some help. We are all in this together ❤

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As promised, during this difficult time we are re-activating The Positivity Press. Send in your positive news with pics and the link to your blog (if you want) to postpositivity@gmail.com

 

Divine Intervention

Hi, my name is Maria Teresa Pratico aka Ladysag77. I write poetry to help me process my feelings and emotions. I am an intuitive empath and a woman living with Complex PTSD. I have survived many life circumstances that threatened to take me out and dim my light completely. Having always had a fierce curiosity for the human condition and humanity in general, I write to share hope and faith while inspiring others to live my motto of “Triumphing over Trauma”

My blog can be found at https://www.emotionalmusings.com and I have 2 IG profiles that are @Ladysag77 and @emotionalmusings

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Raindrops

always loved
when it rained
to look out the window
from an angled view
in the sea of coffee
with sleepy eyes
in a shadowy room
where it’s just me
and the sound
of raindrops
tapping.

Mark Tulin is a former family therapist who lives in Santa Barbara, California. Mark has two poetry books, Magical Yogis and Awkward Grace available on AmazonHe has an upcoming book of fiction, The Asthmatic Kid and Other Stories available in August. Mark has been featured in Fiction on the Web, Amethyst Review, Poppy Road Review, Visitant, Oddball Magazine, New Readers Magazine, as well as anthologies, magazines, and podcasts.  You can follow Mark on Instagram @crowonthewire_poetry and his blog at Crow On The Wire.

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