2016: EB POETS EXERCISE LXVII

Lost, the mirror could not read me

Tired eyes and emptiness like a glass they filled me

Out on a search for the girl I once was

Found something better, found you and me-Hybrid

Let one fruit fall to ripen the other

These hearts must break for love to recover

Give for wisdom unsought 

An end; a less taut- Leon

I needed to find myself, needed to be alive.

But around every corner was a stray smile, a lending hand.

An open door,a please stay a while.

And in those moments I knew I didn’t have to look too far away.-Joy

In an anger race,stumbled on luck

Very close to regret,breakthrough emerged

Fell,into an open door,didn’t knock 

All these,Bangwan never planned- Bangwan

I’ve seen me in my casket

No, not like that. In one of my many nightmares.

Expensive suits, bowtie and sleek Italian shoes

Weirdly, it felt like a calm sea tinged blue by the clouds overhead – Tee2emm

Sold myself short when I said stuff like ‘would I ever get mines?’ 

until just mere glimpse turned into a shell shocked, open mouthed stare

what seemed so surreal, unbelievably traded places with my reality,

as I saw a bag of money laying in front of me..- Fifteey

Full of benevolence,

Intense fervor, love never found,

Bout, sulking in self pity,

Ending in a serendipitous joy.-Hijab gurl

Our parting, the bite of a hundred adders.

Our grief, the loss of fallen Angels.

Your resurrection bloomed a thousand hibiscus.

My ascension; the eternal stab of devotion.- OracLe

Accolades of the colored candle resting on the sleeve of my beating chest,

eluding the barren intentions of my third eye gazing at that buried chess.

What’s the part of this crown made with the blood of an orphaned cry?

Why is this home cold, with winds that makes me dry? – Ruddapoet

Within a scoop of empty dreams 

She finds unfolding  streams 

Even with eyes wide shut, 

Her  many streams flow to an ocean…AP

Crazy busy lost but can’t be attained. 

Kept margins with errors

Found when not searching

Your good luck charm I became.  Hypermind

I snap in line to yearn coincidence

As though pinching omen to 

Grace my ladder of hopes

That bath this fire.-MALA