"Goodbye" is too dramatic
and "Bye" indicates apathy.
Is there a word to make "bye" compound
to describe this feeling?

Would "badbye" mean that things are messy
and the only thing to do is leave?
It is not final
or stern
or as powerful as "goodbye,"
but it holds the emotion "goodbye" denies.

You won't know what it means
and neither will anyone else,
so while I'll be thinking "badbye,"
I will leave "Bye" on your windshield.

Though you do not know where I'm going
or why,
you deserve to be told I am
and understand I am,
so "Bye!"

Written by [Leb]

I spoke with a poet named Tania,
Who said she was the best in the genre.
  Well she was a phony.
  I knew when she told me
That lasagna rhymed with bologna.

Written by [Aradon Templar]

Indecisive, they claim, is all that I am,
Although others will say I’m unbending.
For while often I make - and stick to - decisions,
My conclusions are often too fluid.

While I’ve planned for years a creative career,
The specifics swing often as moods.
With others I’m sure I can love and make love,
Alas preference and number: uncertain.

My usual café - surely they know my order;
Not so - I can’t help but change it.
My god, gods or nil – an easy decision,
If only I could declare: “that’s the case”.

I’m the All-in-One Soap, the Ten Colour Pen,
I’m someone ticking Other too often.
“A phase - insecurities - your desire to please!”,
I reply “I just can’t fit precise labels”.

Written by [Karithina]

Water: no matter how much, there is still not enough.
Cunning life keeps asking for more and then a drop more.
Our ankles are weighted with lead, we delve under the wave.
We bend to our spades, we survive the force of the gusher.

Our bodies fountain with sweat in the deeps of the sea,
Our forehead aches and holds like a sunken prow.
We are out of breath, divining the heart of the geyser,
Constellations are bobbing like corks above on the swell.

Earth is a waterwheel, the buckets go up and go down,
But to keep the whole aqueous architecture standing its ground
We must make a ring with our bodies and dance out a round
On the dreamt eye of water, the dreamt eye of water, the dreamt eye of water.

Water: no matter how much, there is still not enough.
Come rain, come thunder, come deluged dams washed away,
Our thirst is unquenchable. A cloud in the water’s a siren.
We become two shades, deliquescent, drowning in song.

My love, under the tall sky of hope
Our love and our love alone
Keeps dowsing for water.
Sinking the well of each other, digging together.
Each one the other’s phantom limb in the sea.

Written by [Galax'Or]