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 1037° 
JL Vega
We met
We talked
We pretended
We laughed
We considered
We agreed
We exchanged
We left
It was like a kiss from a rose
 907° 
guy scutellaro
you are the moonflower,
and the sweet fragrance
of night blooming jasmine.

the mysterious, magical beauty
of a single night.

It is the passionate night that holds you.

nothing lives forever,
not the stars scattered in the skies
nor the sadness reflected in your eyes.

hold my hand, blue flower.
hold my wistful heart
tangled and intimate
in our distant romance.

the oak trees rustling in the wind.
there is something cold in the air...
the fleeting bloom of the night's flower.

oh, flower of the night,
the night will never release you.

a solitary tear falls. I draw the shades.
 865° 
nvinn fonia
fcking back  stabbers /.,
 709° 
Kelsey
It's fascinating
That I keep coming back here.
When my heart breaks
And the darkness seeps in,
When there seems to be
No one to talk to
I come here
And I talk to myself.
I let strangers read the words
That no one can hear.
Even when they spill out of my mouth.
I come back to connect
With my true nature
And to those,
I dont even know their names.
So...I think I'll always be here.
So I can always be free.
My escape
 707° 
Victoria Hanson
I finally feel
like I'm me again
I haven't felt this good
Since I don't know when
My heart is not heavy
my mind is not spinning
My soul is uplifted
my life rebeginning
My future looks brighter
The path is made clear
My family is closer
My friends are more dear
I’ve learned many lessons
That got me to this place
But the greatest of all
Is to give myself grace
 611° 
Peter Gerstenmaier
The weeds in our garden
Grew as fast as the pile
Of your unreplied letters
Such a sad race to behold...
REPOST. Written in sep/24.
 434° 
Clay Micallef
The sky is a stormy
kind of strange indigo
daffodils are reaching
out for attention
the mountains
crumble with a
matter of urgency
my dreams are a
puddle of mud and
sullen reflection
tears spill into an open
field of wild orchids
the gods are drunk
with the thunder  
of excitement
I drift in and out of
dark dreaming I am
just a passenger in this
strange and awful place
sometimes when the
lights are low I often
wonder why do colours
fade away when you
need them the most …
Clay.M
 287° 
Ruhani
It has been so long
Since I put my cloak on
To hide behind the closet
to look within and forget.
For the times when you want to shut down the world
 286° 
kind hands
twist and turn
scream and burn
take a match to my mind
trapped
and still i yearn
It’s just an old heart I forgot was there anymore
A heart I stopped looking for
A heart I didn’t know i care about anymore
Old heart rediscovered
Once judged by its cover
An old me, an old heart, new again
—Timothy Charles Carter
 269° 
Titus E Gray
I was light for a moment
I was dark for longer
I was full sometimes
I was empty more often

I’ve been the sunrise
I am the sunset
I’ve been the sun
I am the moon

As much as I am
I’m also not
The ups seem more distant
When the downs getting deeper

But I’ll keep chasing the waves
Even when they pull back
Because the tide always rises
Even after it falls
 256° 
Michael
A red breasted bird
Perched on a wall
Absorbed in its world
Not worried at all.
Unconcerned by the height
And unaware of its weight
it nimbly takes flight
As I ponder life’s fate.
I envy the bird,
That can lift on a breeze,
Tied down by my mind
As a roof to its eaves.
Like the red breasted bird
I too perch on my wall
Absorbed in my world,
But worried I’ll fall.
 248° 
Zywa
Waking up, lightly

balancing between repose --


and my brand new day.
Composition "Fragile Balance" (2014, Jürg Frey), for ensemble and piano, performed on four saxophones by the Amstel Quartet in the Organpark on March 8th, 2025

Collection "org anp ARK" #99
 230° 
Archer
So you’ll yell at a tree
But simply complain about the forest?
 228° 
RMatheson
And
suddenly
the
music
stops.
 227° 
Selma
I am not hard to love.
I am not unreasonable.
And I don’t distribute headaches,
Like candy,
When I wish to express my emotions.
I simply express -
I am allowed to voice
My thoughts,
My opinions.
If it is a concept you cannot grasp,
Take the problem off my back
And dig deep within yourself.
 220° 
Kate
I can’t do everything in one lifetime.
I want to be a writer— a poet, and yet I’d like to explore the stars, discover planets.
I’d like to act in every big-name movie, but I’d also love to sing my heart out in meaningless songs that others can’t quite comprehend.
I’d like to move countries, change my name, forget my old self— but I also want to embrace who I truly am, at my core.
Time.
There never seems to be enough of it.
If only we were given several lifetimes to figure ourselves out, to breathe life at its purest form, and see our souls in the way we know is right.
If only we could glimpse the countless endings hidden in every small beginning.
I was left of left
                    &
            called up as typical

    widespread panic metered
            your forearm.

    I was left with my ebbs
                     &
              in admiration

    of your gentle smile; kind as
               you **** me.
So little has passed in so much time.
 216° 
Shaun Yee
It’s so simple to live happily,
To enjoy life, avoid misery,
Just follow the simple ways of life,
With understanding and empathy.
It’s not really very difficult,
Just leave your egoism behind.
too simple??
 209° 
Zack Ripley
We always search for meaning.
We always ask for reasons why things happen.
But we can never seem to agree.
What if that's because meaning is an extension of our perspective?
They say beauty is In the eye of the beholder. What if we considered meaning the same way?
 201° 
Nancy Maine
In the course of things, I am lucky,
cradled in the arms of time,
where light spills golden over quiet moments,
and laughter lingers like a melody.

My life, a poem written in footsteps,
etched in the hush of morning dew,
where every breath is a whispered miracle,
a tender gift, unwrapped anew.

Yet here I stand, lungs full of borrowed air,
wrapped in the fragile mercy of existence,
where every breath is both given and spent,
never promised, never owed.

The world is sweeter for my knowing;
each fading petal, each rising star,
not mine to keep, yet mine to cherish,
fleeting, yet eternal.

And so, I let it wash through me;
the ache of beauty, the weight of wonder,
the laughter that shakes loose the sorrow,
the grief that teaches love its depth.

For what is life, if not fleeting?
What is joy, if not edged with loss?
And yet, I am here.
Breathing.
Alive.
A miracle unto myself.
 196° 
PhantomDreamer
I should have known
 195° 
bulletcookie
scarab beetles fly
spirals: plop, drop, round dance, lay
dung-***** bear new life

-cec
 191° 
Mina
Truth is we lie and believe it..
We stare into our own souls through mirrors
And deceive it.
We search for something to guide us.
And with the smallest inconvenience we schuss.
We cry and beg for light.
We curse and hate the night.
We lose ourselves and drown in tears.
Then treat self-consciousness as a curse, a fear
We're wandering on a cold boat
With no steering wheel, and no coat.
Are we humans or animals
 184° 
greatsloth
You see words the same way I do,
With eyes that glow in yearning,
With heart bursting at the seams—
My comrade, you are.

We traverse these dimensions
Of black and white,
Where the smell of papers
Lingers into our lives.

Each smile is a memory,
A dream or an adventure;
We have bonds beyond reality
More precious than any treasure.

It is carved deep into our marrow,
Identical to the myths that we hallow,
The moment you read any prose,
Fate binds us as fellows.

Your mind and my mind
Like God's hands they intertwined,
Creating myriads of realities
That only we could realize.
Made for the AB month of our college.
 180° 
Eme
Abuse

It’s not black or white
No one will understand
I went through something
I’m still processing
I am sad but I don’t understand why
I am loved and I am in pain
Why can’t they stop hurting me
I’m too young to protect myself
I need to protect them
I need it to stop
Why can’t they see I’m hurt
It’s all a blur
Memories are a blur
The feelings remain
I’m ashamed
I’m angry
I cry for my family
I cry for me
 157° 
Ivan
the stars that shine
do so because of the darkness
that surrounds them

I can make you shine...
 157° 
Lost Indeed
What do I do when this feeling hits?
It's Sunday night, and we cannot kiss.
The night just seems so cruel to me,
Leading me to dreams that I cannot see.

I can smell her skin when I close my eyes,
Like a drug of love I cannot fight.
I need to love her, I need to hold her tight,
I need to feel her heat—I need her tonight.
T
 144° 
silvervi
Even the smallest warm interaction with other people counts.
And it has a ripple effect if we let it 💗
 138° 
tender flame
the rise and fall of stars both reside in me, cosmic rifts searing through the skin. each one bleeds a tale to be told, only i can hold—to ache, to remember.

they form constellations to chart—a map of wander and wounds, a framework of a galaxy. but with your slightest, tender touch stellar lifetimes collapse again into light—bright, breathless—blooming into a supernova.
i don’t want to hide when i’m with you.
i'm okay
(i promise)
i'm not going to kms
(i promise)
i'm getting better
(i promise)
i'm eating
(i promise)

(with fingers crossed)
sorry guys that was a little depressing :)
 130° 
Matthew Liu
I’m a star,
Aligned with others in the dark,
Millions and trillions of dreams—
Gravitation pulls their light in streams,
And they shine so bright,
Yet each has its own plight.
The hidden message haha
 130° 
nivek
Jesus may one day walk across the sea
and I will see Him from my perch on my settee
looking out my window as I do everyday
being healed by the wonderment of natures display.
 125° 
Adam S
I wanted to catch the air
and pet the stray on the street.
To cage a bird who wants
nothing but freedom.

What did I learn?

Air will leave the room you rush in,
cats don't trust hands,
and birds will only stay
as long as you feed them.
On my knees,
praying shade from the light,
only to find
the moon’s glare a sullen sight.
The twilight lasting
only the beat of a heart,
the colors raging fire
upon our soul dance’s start.
Now the moonshine casts shadows
of a waning heart to rage,
the beauty locked in the sunlight,
trapped within horizon’s cage.
The moon’s yellow shine
reminiscent of the sun,
the reflection of what was
once a dawn you begun.
 120° 
Sean Briere
A constant craving
The laundry just sits and sits
The itch that won’t scratch
 115° 
Arthur Rimbaud
Dans la feuillée, écrin vert taché d'or,
Dans la feuillée incertaine et fleurie
De fleurs splendides où le baiser dort,
Vif et crevant l'exquise broderie,

Un faune effaré montre ses deux yeux
Et mord les fleurs rouges de ses dents blanches.
Brunie et sanglante ainsi qu'un vin vieux,
Sa lèvre éclate en rires sous les branches.

Et quand il a fui - tel qu'un écureuil -
Son rire tremble encore à chaque feuille,
Et l'on voit épeuré par un bouvreuil
Le Baiser d'or du Bois, qui se recueille.
 113° 
Gant Haverstick
desert squall
clouds run together
like wild buffalo
Gant Haverstick 2025
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