Panic at the…

Slinking through the crowd.
Voices jumbled, colors loud.
Walls are compacting, now closing.
Mannequins imposting.
Staring and over beating.
Fleeing through molasses.
Twisting turning, there go my glasses.
Stopping, thrown through a loop.
Breathing erratic, trying to regroup.
Boxed in, can’t breathe.
Panic stricken, need to leave.
Thoughts racing,
Legs bracing.
Tear stricken cheeks.
Worst in weeks.
Crumpled on the floor,
Can’t take it anymore.
Slow as it was fast,
Fear subsided at last.
Another trip; ends in sorrow.
Fuck it, there’s always tomorrow.

My name is Jesse, I am a writer. I post both poetry and mental health pieces about my own struggles and journey on my blog here: https://oneregulardad.home.blog/

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Orion Returns

To the east, lest the Sun arise from slumber
the ghost of the shimmering summer dawn
reveals himself in the heat of the season,
hunting for souls who dream, to mesmerize

The winter hunter strays from the frozen north
taunting, enticing, those who will be his prey
a spectre of the sky, before we awake
He casts his nets, his arrows, his poison darts

World sleep on, the Moon has not yet swooned
in Sun’s jealous skies, room for no other till she tires
and sinks to her bed, Orion will seek
those who seek him in the darkest hour

Chrissie Morris Brady

@purbeckpoet

chrissiemorrisbrady.wordpress.com

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Let me Near

Getting off the train in Chicago,
the strong wind,
urgent like me.
Each waft carrying my steps
in the direction of home. It’s as if
nature knew it was time for us. I’m so ready
to capture what sustains me. I’ve missed you,
your silhouette, and your substance.
Being close to you is a memory I pull from.
It keeps me sane while I’m away. This couple
defining what a day needs is everything to me.
Longing to share of myself, my legs
hasten their pace. I want to be
wrapped in the space we create.
I’ve missed your light touch
caressing my face, and
the sweetness of your kisses
has haunted me for weeks.
The questions of workdays take
a backseat while we rediscover
the single-best thing of the us we are.
The focus in your gaze tells me I
was right to hurry. It keeps me coming back,
again and again.

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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You are the Grandest Thing Alive

Foiled by a pen,
Wrote a word too embedded in love,
Sunk the tip of the quill deep in the ink,
And marked my heart,
Words that should raise,
Though thwart
My heinous mind.

Fairy of the night,
With wings that shed flakes of snow,
There is, for you, a palace you should know.
It was for when we created peace,
By a night dipped in passion,
Eyes upon Heaven,
And bodies burned in Hell.

We shed dew into a new morning,
And made honey in our embrace.
Love brought time, apart,
While we danced the bed to start
A reverberation,
A cherishing,
A longing.

Love grows like thorns upon the rose,
While lust sinks the petals to wilt.

Kiss me, once more, as I write this verse,
Kiss me with the memory of when we first conversed.

Short Bio: My name is Peter A.W. Wyatt, and I have had a passion for writing for almost 5 years, now. My love for writing began with a love for a certain type of atmosphere in music. It is an atmosphere that can belong to many genres, so to state which genre seems a bit vague, to me. It is an atmosphere that relates much to “melancholy”. I love the feel of it, and I suppose it is because in today’s world, we are surrounded by comfort and ease, due to new inventions and technology. As a result, people like me are drawn to “deeper emotions” that have to do with the “gloom” and “grimness” of Autumn or Winter, or some such. Due to this atmosphere, I find myself in a cold room, drinking a cup of hot tea, and writing some verse or some prose that expresses my emotions.

Blog Link: https://romances.blog/

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Teaching Moments

it’s annoying
and disappointing
you vow one thing
and do another

where is the care
you promised
i count on it
only to be let down

i gave you
too much credit
trusting you
to do your one job

fulfilling the deed
you signed up for
i should be able
to believe you’d deliver

“My word is my bond!” you said
that commitment
was and is
bullshit

things get
out of hand
you expect me
to pick up the pieces

like i always do
like an obedient servant
dutifully
avoiding defeat

but in the end
i
take the hit
this party’s over

Susi Bocks has self-published two books – Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop – Fictional Café. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com or follow on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/MyHumanityInWrittenForm/, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at Scarlet Leaf Review, VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

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I should hold a speech?

This day was crazy. I am absolutely exhausted – in a positive way! 

I got up before 04:30 and got dressed to go to my job at the customer care. We have been having a lot on our plate lately but I love the vibe in my team and how we always stick together and cooperate. Then I got a message from my crew from STIR UP where I work as the community manager. 

We had a group of 13 people coming to see our space during their first meeting in regards to the project Small Town European Debates Network. I was the only one who could’ve been there but the problem was I had no way to get from my job to Zabok in an hour. One of the guys who owns the place said he will pick me up in front of my apartment and that we will hurry to Zabok. 

I got off work and ran to catch my tram back to the apartment. And the, I fuck you not, the power went out. All of the traffic lights went out and the trams stopped because they are electric trams. I could not believe what the hell was happening right when I need to get home as fast as possible. I tried to get a cab but the traffic was just jammed. No one was going anywhere. Then the electricity came back on and the trams started working again but I was still late.  

Just as I was approaching my apartment I got a message from Goran that he was waiting for me. I literally ran through my apartment, picked up a bunch of stuff, threw them to the suitcase and ran out. Needless to say that I came home with a bunch of crap and had to go to the store to buy some basic stuff such as a toothbrush and a facewash.  

I was doing my makeup in the car and trust me that it’s really fun applying mascara in a speeding car. We came on time, prepared everything and I was told that I just need to let the people in to see the space and everything. 

There weren’t 13 of them, there were 20. They didn’t come to just watch. The lady approached me and asked me would I like to hold my speech after they take some pics and see the coworking space? A SPEECH? I came completely unprepared; God bless the writer in me. I improvised a speech like a boss. Not to blow my own horn, but I was killing it! Just when I thought I was done and that they had no clue I was unprepared they wanted to have a Q&A. I hate people asking me questions when I am unprepared. Again, the writer in me was giving all types of answers based on facts I did not have. It was crazy and they loved it. I was so pleased to see they were interested in STIR UP and that they actually enjoyed being there, talking to me. They also took a bunch of pictures. 

I came home after working for more than 12 hours. I am comfortable in my bed, writing to you guys and I just feel exhausted in a good way. I am finally finding fulfilment in a job I do, both of them actually, and I feel like I am not wasting time. It is very hard because I sacrificed a great part of my social life in order to achieve success in my work life but I do no regret it. I would loveto go out and have fun, but I just don’t find it crucial to my life anymore. Anywaaaaaaays, now that I suffocated you with this short story, it’s time for me to keep on working because tomorrow we have two workshops in STIR UP and an author is coming to promote her book and I am in charge tomorrow. Expect another post like this in 24 hours. I love you all very much! 

Sending love and positive vibes, 

Luna