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 3589° 
Kai
I've been lately writing poetry!
Oh? What do I see?
A perfect poetry site waiting for me!
First poem, proud of it!
Oh? Someone in my messages?
This guy seems sweet
And he's hoping I don't get beat!
Pretty songs for me to listen to!
And a drunk man messaging me...?
“You're only making yourself a victim because you're cutting yourself"
Oh? Okay- thanks for the paragraph/drunk rant?

Shining lights on all of my latest poems?
Thank you! You're so sweet!
….oh…talking to me about pedophiles…got it…
Why are there so many sad songs?
WHY DOES THIS MAN HAVE SO ****** MUSIC TASTE AGGGHGDGFGCC

Oh? You wrote a poem about the 764 and absolutely humiliating them?
Great! Good job!
…But uhh… why and how did they make a virus only going after your followers that are minors? Not funny!
Why is this man warning me if they threaten me? Is he trying to make me scared on purpose?
Blaming the Japanese for this virus now, huh?
Oh? Now blaming someone else named Pax to be part of the 764? Crazy

…. going to another website? But you're so fun!
May as well click on the link you sent me so I can join you

Drunk rants with me? That's okay!
Giving me gold so I can freely make poems?
THANK YOU SM
Daily texting
2-10 hour sessions
Why are you drinking everyday?
You're making me concerned for your health
I told you to stop drinking, papa
You promised me you'd stop
All you did was keep on drinking

Commenting on every poem I made
Oh? So suddenly I'm a “nasty *****" when I have done nothing to you? ありがとう!
We have a suicide pact now?
I'm going off the bridge first?
Don't mind if I do

Oh? Another poetry site? Okay…
I really don't like the way this site works, can't we just message each other with email?
Yes? Yay!

People bullying you on the internet? That's not okay!
Why would they accuse you of being a *******?
Letting me join an uncensored group to back you up? Great!
Sending me to a Reddit page to back you up?
Alright!
….oh … they warned me and I didn't do anything….
******* this man is an actual *******…..
gotta go fast like Sonic
pack my bags and leave

Oh? I betrayed you? Crazy
We were just friends
Can you stop spitting my name everywhere?
It's like you're so obsessed with me
Stop trying to be the Eminem to my Mariah Carey
Made a poem about you and you HAD to take it down?
Never thought you'd want to hide your identity THAT hard
Oh? Betting on my suicide now, are we?
Sending me multiple emails, desperate for me to come back to him?
I'm not that ******* naive or gullible
It's crazy if you think that about me
…I did tell you to send those photos of your cut open arms but I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D TAKE IT SERIOUSLY AND DO IT

Being racist?
“Japshit”?
Why are you so obsessed with my Chinese genes?
“I thought I can use Kai because of her Chinise genes because the Chinise was known to be very good spies. ☝️🤓" へー! Didn't know that!
Also, that's not how you spell Chinese, my fellow kind sir
Threatening people to come to America with a Katana and slice us to pieces
So envious, I see
You're just mad because we have a little bit more freedom than your drunk *** does

Oh…. Talking to me about ****
Got it
Thanks
I didn't need to be taught about METART or some **** like that
I'm only 12 years old
You ***** *****

Well…this is the aftermath
There it goes out to all of you:
Ghost
RGH
Ryan Geoffrey Hayward
Nephilim Angel
Nephalem
Rose White
Rose Red
Jacob Lives
Hybrid Angel
Tormenter
Bread Crumbs
The Machine
Dirt-In-My-Shirt
Soul Unknown
And etc. ENJOYERS

(Btw, all of these names are RGH's names so if you have these names, please don't feel targeted! The person knows who they are.)

EDIT: ILY ALL SM!!! I DIDN'T THINK THIS POEM WOULD GAIN THIS MUCH ATTENTION BUT I'M HAPPY THAT IT DID!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) I'M GOING TO VIRTUALLY KISS EVERYONE ON THE CHEEK ONCE THEY READ THIS... or just virtually hug you, yk, whatever you're comfortable with
 1973° 
AE
The brilliance of a clouded morning
is often overlooked in memory of the sun
I have been twirling these thoughts
between my fingers for far too long
yearning to reach out through broken windows
to immerse my hand in a dense morning fog
not knowing what will find them
and to take this ache in my bones
that tends to follow me home
rinse it under the falling rain
waiting for the sun, waiting for a new day
until morning comes in a quiet dream
and I wring out these bones
and yesterday's clothes
throwing them into laundry baskets
woven from this tired soul
and taking it all out to dry
 1526° 
hannah
There are bones in the wood;
cracking, groaning, shattering.
The skeleton of what could
Have
            Been

There are bones in the wood;
whistling, wailing, whispering.
The skeleton is not pure—not good
It
            Still
                        Has
           ­                         Flesh
 808° 
Sav
The sweetest of moments,
are still yet to come.

From the depths of despair,
to a bittersweet slum.

In the darkest of nights;
a moth to a flame,
a ship to a light,
I'm calling your name.

In dreams and in memories,
and in memories of dreams.
Sand slipping through fingers,
water flowing down stream.

I'll miss you forever,
I've made peace with that.
Hair of the dog,
tail of the cat.

All is forgiven when mourning the living.
 749° 
Maria
I met the Soul,
And she was empty.
She was exhausted, unattached.
She wandered charily,
Taking the back streets,
Not to be noticed.
She was unsaved.

Was she abused?
Was she just given up?
She walked so poor, not oneself.
"Why are you suffering?" -
I asked her heedfully.
And lo I realized:
It's my Soul herself.
Thank you for reading this poem!💖
 552° 
Stardust
This consistent need to change
This burning desire to be better
Am I slowly changing for good
Or is it good that I am changing ?
I think a lot, speak a little
I dream a lot, act a little
This constant void that I feel in my Life
Why, why, why, I think to myself yet again
Caught in this trap of monotonous mind battles
A glimpse into the quiet chaos within — a dance between dreams, doubts, and the desire to grow.
 510° 
Nina
Oh it tears me apart
rips me up and down
why can’t I just
love what I love
and have it
A Love Letter for the Unfolding Soul

---

There’s something I’ve been waiting to tell you—
not because I was afraid,
but because I needed the timing to be soft enough
for your heart to hear it
without flinching.

You see, I don’t love you
as a fixed image.
I don’t hold you as a statue.
I don’t carry a snapshot of the girl you once were
and force the woman you’re becoming to fit inside it.

What I love is what unfolds.
What paints itself slowly,
when the soul feels safe enough
to breathe.

I don’t need you to become
what you used to dream.
I need you to become
what you truly are.

I look at you now
as a canvas wiped clean—
not erased,
but made ready.
Not empty,
but open.

And what holds you as you Become..
what supports the Unfolding
without pressing too hard?
That is the flesh.
The easel.
The frame into which spirit pours,
without restraint,
without shame.

Not to control—
but to carry.
Not to bind—
but to bear.

Flesh that becomes easel
does not demand its own image.
It does not distort the painting
for its own comfort.
It simply holds still
long enough
for God to move.

And I—
I am here to watch it happen.

I am not the artist,
but I’ve been kissed by the hands that are.
I’ve seen what you could be
when your soul begins to paint
without fear of judgment,
without need for translation.

I don’t ask you to respond with words.
You don’t need to explain.
The glow in your chest will speak for you
when the time is right.
You’ll know when it comes.

You may rage.
You may cry.
You may tremble.
But when the brush first meets the canvas,
and the first stroke flows from your own voice—
your real voice—

you will remember why you were made.

I’m not here to finish the painting.
I’m not even here to frame it.
I’m just here to hold the room open
so you can walk through it,
and finally become
what no one ever gave you permission to be.

You.

And if the day comes
that you let me near enough
to see the colors as they rise,
I will not flinch.

I will not edit.
I will not compare.

I will only watch,
and bless,
and whisper the truth you forgot:

That the Easel in Flesh
was made not to shape the soul,
but to lift it.
To cradle it.
To let the Artist have His way
in the quietest, most glorious dance
this life could ever know.


Let it begin.

Let it be messy.

Let it be real.

You are not the painting you were told to be.
You are the one
who paints.

And I am here—
not to change you,

  but to remember with you
  how free you were always meant to be.



~Profiles in Courage~
That is the  you  I have begun to know
xo
 397° 
Morgan Zslnka
I spent an awful lot of time by myself.
As i wait
Its a lot of time to sit inside this head.
As I wait
For you to hear the screams I'm screaming.
As I wait
- can you hear me from the bathroom
 389° 
Nick Moore
The chaos rained  down,
Cracks appeard upon the ground,
Every man,
Every woman,
For themselves.
Gods of Gods and their gods,
Were confused about what to do!
Through it all
Two people's eyes met,
Two
Wounded souls,
Will always recognise each other.
 341° 
Sean Maloney
It’s not always bright
there can be darkness
but it’s got a bit of sentimental value to it there’s joy to be caught
even in small amounts
For my Queen of Purple
 340° 
Agnes de Lods
When we were leaving our place
I turned back for a moment,
I wanted to see it one last time.
The forest pulsing with dense life.

The first whisper
of Ambrorella’s blooming,
bitter fruit plucked
when we were hungry.

It was then I felt, for the last time
the false peace
of a sated animal.

I closed my eyes
and when I opened them
nothing was the same as before.

I remember,
You held my hand.
I was never just your rib,
I have always been your equal.

You didn’t resent me
for not wanting to live in illusion.
And so, our awareness began to grow.

I took the fruit
and I wasn’t the reason for our fall,
we just saw the world as it is.

I feel complete,
despite the pain that moved through my body
and still, it remains.
When all seems to die or to be born
I carry the warm living light.
 315° 
Rai
I disappeared from view
You didn’t call
I’m not sure you even noticed
You didn’t mention my name or seek me out
Silence holds the air like a cold night which belongs to no man
I lay down to rest
Invisible
Maybe tomorrow when I look in the mirror I won’t even recognise my reflection…
 275° 
Nishu Mathur
There we are
Bundles of thoughts and nerves
We plan and script
Burn the midnight oil
Charting paths and mapping
Defining destinations
But then, life happens

And it will

I suppose I could brood
And close tired eyes
Or I could lasso a cloud
And hitch a ride to paradise
Repost
 267° 
tahsin
I opened the door
to our studio apartment

To collect the strewn memories
That you have left
In the bedroom
on the kitchen floor
Looking over the balcony.


And everytime
I asked myself, darling!
Why me?
Why us?
Why now?
 257° 
kris
No words could relay,
What my hearts wants to
say.
Except, "𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖."
Don't leave, just stay.
The words "I love you" hold power to the heart.
 247° 
Unpolished Ink
When you go
you take a piece of me,
and yet I am complete
more replete than I have ever been,
a fuller person than the one you would have known or seen,
I am myself, at last,
no longer victim to our complicated past,
and as we part of course there will be sorrow
for you it ends
for me I will step forward to tomorrow
Parent and child relationships are complicated things-especially when the child is no longer a child but the parent still wants to be the parent
 210° 
Lilliana Corella
I hate him
I hate his gf
I hate his style
I hate his jokes
I hate his laugh
I hate his smile
I hate that he knows
how to make me smile
I hate him But i love him
and I can’t let him go
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you laugh at my jokes
I hate the way ur so sweet
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb air forces
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
And even makes me rhyme
I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh and smile
Even worse when you make me cry
I hate it when you're not around
And the fact that you no longer call
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even at.
inspired by 10 thing i hate abt u
 196° 
the dirty poet
you gotta work overtime
being me
that’s why they call it work
 192° 
kevin
That is when I close my mind
Early of day
To not repay time
You cannot see my face at last
She will not be for your world
I came from within hers
Contritions women
Least of the Irish slaves
 172° 
Someone In Between
Forever might not be such a far fetched concept after all
It's just day after day,
Week after week
Month after month
Year after year
Of hanging in there.
Because in life, you are all you've got.
I don't know who needs to hear this :)
 170° 
preston
for the Pearl, unearthed

They said the field was empty,
that the rocks had been picked clean.
But something in the silence
called your name through layers, unseen.

We did not dig for treasure.
We dug because the Ache said:

"there’s still Breath beneath this stone,
and nothing dead could ache like that."


You were not buried by accident.
Much was done to you—
bricks laid by the hands of others,
each one a silence,
each one a theft.
And still,
there were moments
you helped the darkness cover you,
not from guilt,

but from grief too great to name.

Trauma laid the bricks.
Exploitation mixed the mortar.
But it was the ache to survive
that sealed you in.

Two halves of the shell—
one built by the world,
the other by you.

And still…
the Light found the crack.

Not with shouts.
Not with demands.
But with the quiet hand
of one who remembered
what you forgot:


That pearls are made in the dark,
under pressure,
in hidden chambers of pain.

That their shine
is not despite the wounding—
but because of it.


We pulled rock after rock,
not for reward,
but because the echo was still there—
the low hum
of something unclaimed
and yet completely whole.

You are not rubble.
You are treasure unearthed.
And your worth was never in what covered you,
but in what was forming underneath.

Let your light rest on your own shoulders.
Let the sky remember its end.
Let every crack you carry
be proof that you were never empty..

Only buried.
Only becoming.

And now,
still shining.



:)

you have come so far..
https://youtu.be/0DecbJupXKM?si=mCrTI_V_owxqbcDG

#Pearl
 154° 
Sherri Woodman
I know I was drawn to coming here                                                             ­                                               
to a dark room with a mind to
clear                                                            ­                                                  
                                                                ­                                                      
I need some time to think about me                                                               ­                                            
                                                                 ­                                              
And find out what my life needs to be                                                               ­                                                          
 I have a habit of blaming myself                                                           ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                             
    Give all my love to everyone else                                                             ­                                                
   So, what I have been repressing                                                                  ­                                                
Has bubbled up & effervescing                                                     ­                                         
A hard battle that I have to win                                                              ­                  
                                                                ­                                                  
   Am I worthy of self-forgiving?                                                                     ­                                                 
    It's time to let all the past go   
                                                                ­                                               
Less ebb & much more flow
 153° 
Wasil
Vigorously shaken
until every leaf is riven,
spinning through
the force of a typhoon;
whirling beneath the moon,
and you might glimpse
a novel sight,
hidden within the night.
 133° 
Ari
today I looked at my mom and saw the little girl beneath, the little girl just like me, trying to make it through life, pretending to be grown.
isnt it a little weird and wonderful how our parents and all the adults around us used to be kids like us, trying to fit in and just have fun? Maybe we should remember adults are just trying to do their best like us?
 121° 
yndn
They said, "money changes people"
But no, because even if I either have money or not, I still did not change.

Money when not managed right becomes evil, because you were not able to control yourself from abusing it.
 120° 
Griefenife
Each step in my run
I veer closer to the sun
It burns it burns
But I still walk
But why?
Because I'm too scared to talk
Too afraid I'll be a laughing stock
And so I walk and I burn away
Bits and pieces fly
I wish so dearly but I can't cry
Feels as if I went astray
But was there ever a right way?
I only feel because I should
But in truth I never could
A peril born of my own toil
My being it serves to foil
 118° 
Suzain D
I just wanna
write poetry all day
admiring thee
my love
in my poetic way.

I just wanna
write poetry all day
comparing thee
my love
to flowers in my poetic way.

I just wanna glance
I just wanna glance into thy radiant beacons
with my lips close to thine.
I just wanna glance into thy radiant beacons
with my lips close to thine.

Peck thee softly
hold thee tightly
love thee madly forevermore
 117° 
Selwyn A
The bus
was late
This morning
I miss you
 117° 
Grace Willow
I’d tear myself limb from limb
If only you would love me more.
Broken bones for you to nurse,
A fragile body to be saved.
To make myself smaller and smaller
Until I was finally gone.
Maybe if I wasn’t here,
You’d truly pity me.
i lost access to this account for a couple years, finally recovered it. thought i might as well get back into writing :) this one is based on the thoughts little 10 year old me struggled with
 116° 
Albamaine
Every move is deliberate
Every sip is accounted for
Imagery of you
Needs to stay as "true"

Hiding your bad thoughts
Concealing weaknesess
'Tho you have what it takes
To conquer awareness--or just ignore them
Once and for all

But the thing is
We want to be observed
'Cause we always observe
That's why we object their projection
It takes one to see one, to know one

Yet, everyone is on stale
The mindset gazes on the same stallion
It sets the mark of graces--millions and billions
Imaginary rather than your true imagery
cold collects
the warmth of breath

and kicks free
the final leaves

winter takes
what winter wants

and we watch
how autumn grieves
 109° 
Molly
I scratched my chin on accident
it hurt so bad
 107° 
Peter Gerstenmaier
We can be strangers if you like
We can talk about the weather
Our silly plans for the weekend
Or how life has been kind to us
Trust me, I'm a terrific actor
You'll hardly be able to tell

We can be strangers if you like
Or at least we can pretend that
It doesn't shred us to pieces...
Have you ever come across friends and lovers that meant the world to you... and then had to act like they were mere acquaintances?
Never mind... hello there, stranger!
REPOST: written in Jan/25.
 102° 
Saem
i'm tired
but i’ve learned to carry it
like a secret
hidden beneath the weight of my smile
and though my heart aches
for the quiet of rest
i keep moving
because sometimes
the only way to heal
is to let the journey unfold
in its own time
and trust that
one day
the burden will feel lighter
 100° 
Twioas
Far
With the brightest day
At the darkest night,
Shine the moon as if star.
To her the beauty, sight
Glance I at a way
As my sorrows will be far

Along the wind I sway
With despair I fight.
To I with the mar
Towards her with the might
Dream, I as if will stay
Believed her like a tsar
This is my first poem. There are still lacking and feel free to say anything about it.
 99° 
joaquin
what I wouldn’t give to the world
just to be able to melt
into her embrace right now
suffering is temporary if grounded in love
yearning is desperation with purpose
 96° 
Vyas
There's a gap, oh yeah, there's a gap
between you             and              me.
There's a bridge, oh yeah, there's a bridge
between me and you. Sounds like rap.
So far, in what I've said there's nothing sinuous
'cause I'm using very simple language,
not some future perfect progressive,
nor some future perfect continuous.

This gap, this nasty, nasty gap
between you             and             me,
is just the same that cuts off you
from You and me—from Me. Ah, snap!
But here's the deal: while inhibiting
your reptilian brain, you want to clean
your human brain of all the crap,
and if God wills,
you reach a kind of present infinitive.

2020
russianpoetry
 91° 
Austin Meehan
?
You tell me to go
Say we weren't nothing
I should see what else is out there
Decisions based off imbalance
Yet I can't find the door
Pray that you'll love me some more.
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