The Fix

Eating from cans in between
Flashes of greatness, fame
The up high with the downtown
Can’t keep it up for hunger
Only made it for a good friend
He leaves, I sink into irrelevance
Found out he’s no angel
Since he loves me hungry
For what I’ll never attain
Sustainable when I’m fed
But still…
Eating from cans in between
Flashes of greatness, fame
Can’t make it stay, gone away
To fill my soul with his goods
Awaiting my next fix

My name is Jonathan Ojanpera. Check out my poetry at www.jojanpera.wordpress.com. I also write on Medium and my books are available on Amazon. Thank you for reading!

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Unspoken

This garden is filled with loneliness
The loneliness is the only thing blossoming here
I have tied myself to a sand castle, filled with thorns.
I can see you coming, making your way to this garden
what is your name? Do you have any place to go?
I can feel your warmth, your heat is real
I can see you pick the blue flower
I want to hold it too, But I can’t
This is my destiny.
You know that I can’t show you me
I can’t face you, because I’m scared
I’m scared you’ll laugh on me
I can’t show you the real me
Can’t expose my vulnerability
I’m scared you’ll run away.
So I decide to put on a mask
Just to come and see you
This fear won’t go, I’m still scared
But I want you.
What I can do is, plant a flower
A pretty flower, that resembles you
As beautiful as you, maybe more
That will breathe as a person
And maybe I can live with that
Because I still want you.
Maybe back then, if I could collect the courage
To stand in front of you
Would things be better now?
Would everything be different?
This castle is collapsing & crashing
I’m screaming, looking at this broken mask
All this while,
I still want you, I still need you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR-
I am Anoma, aged 22. I am from India, and I am a final year student doing computer engineer. Engineering is to earn the livelihood and writing is to earn that happiness that was missing in my life. I won’t call myself a writer or a poet, because all I do is just spill out whatever comes in my mind without any flow or rhyme but all I can say is writing reduces the burden off my shoulders. It gives me mental peace and when people can relate to what I write, I feel I’ve achieved the purpose of writing. I am a person who finds it very hard to express myself verbally to anyone, until I started writing.
I am attaching the link to my blog.
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The secret life of Silence

The wind picks up
every sound,
background never heard before
like leather
breaking down in my sandal
and the pull of blood
from each heartbeat,

the woodpecker’s glide
over the house when he stops
beating his wings.

I turn off the furnace
unplug the fridge
kick the orchid out of the room.

Still, I hear snow
melting in the sun
and the girl next door
who knows
she will leave home
tonight.
– © T.L. Murphy –

Hi, I’m T.L. Murphy. I’m am a carpenter and a home builder,  a skier, a husband, a father and a grandfather,   I’ve been writing and publishing poetry for more than 40 years. No books yet but working on it.  I live in Alberta Canada on the edge of Banff National Park in the east slopes of the Rocky Mountains. Visit my blog @ https://tlmurphypoetry.wordpress.com/

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