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 1882° 
Mariya
How long?
How long has it been?
1 day? 1 week? 1 month?
2 years, 7 months, 27 days?
I  don't even care anymore.

I thirst. For what? For water;
For lost faith... maybe for love?

The sand. Will it go on forever?
I taste it on my tongue. I feel
it on my skin. I breathe it in,
But do I embrace it?
I think I might.

I'm starting to wonder
if this desert I'm lost in
is only of my own making,
to leave I need not more than
open my eyes to the paradise
that truly surrounds,
yet, I remain blind.

That which I would do, I do not;
that which I would not, I do constantly.


Will I die here, or will I one day
escape to dwell among the living?

Perhaps my oasis
I've already passed.
I continue to walk... but
now I walk with you.
 1711° 
Sin
For now the winter bites
Breath stolen by the cold fingers
Of the nights frost
Hanging in the still air
We shall return to our motherland
Victoria is the name
Pressed onto cracked lips

Let the fire of saviour burn tonight
As we prepare
For thine enemy shall taste
The cold arrows
Peirce the breast of harlots
As we march

Bear skin warms our back
And norse songs pound inside souls
Of brave warriors
Beneath the silver moon

March march march
Until this land is free again
And we return
To the love of the
Summer angel
 798° 
Immortality
And the time stopped,
when you looked at me,
with 'those eyes'.

You held me close,
softly, gently
and kissed me as if
I were the cure
you had searched for
your entire life.
When your gaze met mine, I could see my whole universe in those eyes..................................
 680° 
Nick Moore
Wake up
In
The middle
Of
The
Night

Consciousness
Can
Focus
On
Things
Normally
Out of
Sight

Exaggerating
Tiny
Details,
To which it
Clings

What
A
Relief
The
Morning
Brings
Hunter's moon last night.
 641° 
Nat Lipstadt
~for S.,
who needs to look up
nada et. al.,
for & cause,
she was the
implanter-in-chief~
<>

by now
you know exact my meaning,
the daily diurnal,
the witchs why you keep
a log, a journal,
of the all memories mundane,
pleasurable and pained,
the stuff of life
which morphs into
the stuffing of your
scribing,
aged pages
of endless fascinations,
of the tiny artifacts,
the dance habits,
muscular sized,
from moment of
first arousal,
to the last thought
clanging,
all are impressed upon
your closing jail door eyelids,
all these minutiae
now nightly benightly
locked in,
the actions and reactions,
that choose you,
or vice versa

the A to Zed
of who you be,
what summaries get kept
in your head,
of who you
were, was, when,
now storaged
in that stainless steel
attic of
you actions
in living color, the
terrible and the tedious
all these seedlings of amoebas,
of unending routine edges,
that define
your selving delving,
and shelving of
yourselves,
the best mysteries
of your personal histories,
that you’ll take to your graveriueries^

t h e y
are the original origins of a life,
you who walked you out of the sea,
to become the
salt of recorded history
sprinkled upon
your poetry…

<>

and those ****
they
said you
couldn’t rhyme
worth a dime


ah well,
they~them
last seen
entering
the hated gated
halls of hell
sighing,
while I’m
laughing,
Rolfing^
on my
Armstrong ceiling tiling^
3:07 am
10-37-2025

some typos exist
for good reads

^ig you care, just look it up,
if you care that much😬
 394° 
Gerry Sykes
Pale pink petals dipped in blood
surround my yellow crown
  and painstakingly painted stigmata.
A  fragile, fragrant DNA poem
  perfectly expressed.
An immaculate lily – not a failed rose.
On a recent Ignatian retreat I saw a Peruvian lily (Alstroemeria) and it made me think about what I am rather than what people would like me to be. The photo is my own and is of the lily that inspired this poem.
 357° 
Sam Lawrence
Here come the dead.
Close your eyes and listen
To their slowly beating drum.

Smell the air turn
Marble black as day tuns
Dark as night. Moonlight is their

Master now, they
Have no need for love or
Feelings that they care to share.

Don't be fooled by
Pity me or stories
Of their troubled days on earth.

The dead are dead
Forever more;
Nothing you can say or do

Will ever be
Enough.
 345° 
indi
laughter is now empty
how the voice shakes
vibrating in the air
marking the territory

there are a
million, million things to do
there is nothing i can do
but wait for you to
wake up instead

silence is overbearing
but what can words do
but make things worse?
 339° 
Hank Love
One voice cries in the wilderness
One voice cries alone
One voice calls the storms to cease
One voice to atone

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

One man walks like a miracle
One man represents
One hand stretched far to the east
The other to the west

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

Friday morning, like a velvet rose
Up the hill, comes a brand new day
Free at last, ah they took your life
But they could not take it to their graves

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love

In the name of love
What more in the name of love
In the name of love
What more in the name of love
 273° 
Midnight Zoomies
I did not fall in love with you—

I walked,

Eyes wide open,

Mesmerized by every step,

Drawn into mirrored reflections,

A path unfolding like light.

Moving forward,

Sure-footed and steady,

Choosing each step

Along the way.
This poem speaks to the intentional nature of love—a journey chosen consciously, rather than a chance fall. Navigating love with a blend of awe and steadiness, appreciating each step as both a discovery and a decision. With love as a path illuminated by moments of clarity, where connection is built with awareness and reflection. Emphasizing that real love involves choosing someone wholeheartedly, with eyes open to both the beauty and the reality, making each step a meaningful choice.
 268° 
Azariah
When my thoughts drift towards a certain young man.
I begin to admire his solid structure.
Tracing over every edge, stamping his image on the back of my eye lids.

Dreaming, dreaming of a soft, tender embrace.
Feeling, feeling like that will never take place.
For this young man has found solace in solitude.

But I can only expect so much from a statue.
 248° 
Kai
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Sorry. Please forgive me for everything wrong I've done. Please forgive me from my mistakes. I'm sorry.
 231° 
RustyHatchet
Every step forward,
Uncovers my soul.
Little by little
The shell corrodes.
Beams of light
Shining through the cracks
Into my non-adjusted eyes.
While I wait for them to adjust,
I prepare myself to feel the warmth
Of love.
Every minute
It gets harder to stay in the darkness
So I go
To the warm shining light.
 225° 
nivek
there is a truth along all paths
a piecing together of life

a jigsaw is slowly solved
a knowing deep within all spheres

setting out once again
a new perspective takes shape

the union of simplicity
a way to be, a way of love.
 224° 
Peter Garrett
Mind over body
Is what they tell me
Yet I can't help to feel
That's just placing
A broken thing
Over another
I feel so exhausted lately... in every single way. Hopefully it shall pass.
 223° 
Jez
Listening to music
While tears falls
The Music hit's hard
While the heart..
Gets scarred,
Every word we hear
Every melody:
Every tone
Is heaven to our ears
And pain but pleasing
to our heart,
The pleasant sound
it resonates,
It may heal ones spirit
It can also ****
One's will
Just a short poem
 220° 
Onyx
Why am I happiest when it is loud?

Surrounded by fake friends that wont stick around

As opposed to in silence all by myself

Reflecting upon small moments in my day

Could it be because my happiness depends on others?

Or am I simply afraid that my mind will destroy that feeling?

Whatever the reason may be.....

I find that I am happy that you listen to me
 214° 
Karma
Man can build their dolls,
And pray to their arts and statues.
They can dream,
and wish,
and fear,
And all,
For they still
Will pay off their dues.

A one true god believed by one
Is flawed in only his jealousy
The men
The women
The children
And sinners
Will follow him ever so readily.

But when men perish
Lives selfishly cherished
Will fly up not to clouds.
They'll trip and fall
And traverse the tall
Pillars that carry earth's crowds.

Even the saints will work when embowed.
In hell, the man is in town.
 213° 
Simeon
(this thing is a bit wild but I became obbsesed wwith the concept , apoligies if it makes no sense)            

                        Death be proud||du O R pe B hta E d
                               Forever lost||T s O lre VERO f
                      all has said truth||H t URT dia S s A h LL a
ghost magot and buried nun ||n UNDE i R ubdnat O g A m T so H
 208° 
jay
.in french
you dont say
"i miss you"
you say
"tu me manques"
witch means
"you are missing from me"

.
 196° 
Lizzie Bevis
In the sweet silence of the night,
mon cœur t'appelle, mon amour,
every star shines brighter
et chaque ombre danse;
But,
Sans toi près de moi,
Everything becomes
un rêve lointain et solitaire
and I miss you.

Lizzie Bevis
Translation for those who do not read or speak French:

I am here, you are there.

‘In the sweet silence of the night,
My heart calls for you, my love,
every star shines brighter
and every shadow dances;
But,
without you near me,
Everything becomes
a distant lonely dream
and I miss you.’
 187° 
Sara Went Sailing
1.
She talked
about
herself
all the time,
but
i never
really
got
to
know
her.

2.
It was like
being
shot at
every
single
day.

3.
At
the gravesite
i commemorate
you
after
years
of
my
revenge.

Sara Fielder © Oct 2024
 179° 
Azarea Lawrence
Love just doesn't fall from the sky
It's simply in your face, saying hi
Love doesn't fall from the sky
Maybe love is standing by your side

Love doesn't fall from the sky
Maybe love is just being shy
Love doesn't quite care for your looks
Or your crooks and hooks

It cares about your personality
Your style, love might stay for a while
But will you make love smile?
Love doesn't just happen every day

But, when the hummingbird sings
In the early spring, on a fluttering day
And all the worries are away
Love looks you in the eye

Love says, "Can you see me?"
"Do you care?"
"Can I put flowers in your hair?"
"Do you think of me every time you breathe?"

"Please tell me you won't leave"
"Please tell love you aren't messing with me because you're bored"
When you think of Love does your heart soar?
Tell love you not a waste of time

Think it through, and think it long
"Is my love for her really that strong?"
And if it is let me say,
I will love you every day
I will never think of someone new
When I see love, I see you

Love doesn't just fall from the sky
She's right here, looking you in the eye
 179° 
Gerry Sykes
The fly,
drawn by its addiction
to sweetness,
enters the pitcher plant.
Tired and drugged,
slipping on downward
pointing hairs
it falls into
the digestive juices
that dissolve its goodness
leaving only
its hard
chitin
skeleton.
 173° 
Millie
the bright light
what a sight
it's your soul
making me whole

the last part
to complete my heart
i was made for you
and you know it, too

promise me the vow
i’ll marry you now
we’re meant to be
just you and me

L & E
 165° 
Cat
Leaves will still fall at autumn,
And giving thanks around a table,
Will proceed as normal.
Merry tidings will still pass.

And birthdays will come,
As we all grow a little older.

Life will proceed;
I will keep on going,
And I will try not to cry this year
When the leaves begin falling.
 162° 
Elena
Trying to figure out my purpose
I can not name one thing
Nohing on my mind
Just these voices screaming
Making me an empty shell
What is life for me?
Do I have any in me left?
Child inside of me died
Long time ago
When men put their hands
Where they don't belong
Child died inside of me
When pills became only source
Child died inside of me
When voices became loud
Child died inside of me
When door started to scream
And bugs crawled all over my skin
 160° 
Tania Carvalho
Belladonna
They called me enchantress
Grown with light
Sun prescribed  
Sweet berry blush
Bite me
Give you a deadly kiss
Perfect rouge stained lips
Related to Siren’s tune
Pulled and consumed
Got what you wanted
Guess you didn’t expect
To love or be loved
I loved you to death.
 156° 
M Solav
If you walk, you slip
If you stop, you stall
If you touch, you stick
If you drop, you fall

In the eternal,
In the eternal now.

If you give, you take
If you kneel, you bow
If you dream, you wake,
If you seek, you stray,

And when night shadows blend
With the light of the dawn
Remember to forget
That you've come to depart

In the eternal,
In the eternal now.
Written in September 2020.


— Copyright © M. Solav —
This work may not be used in entirety or in part without the prior approval of its author. Please contact marsolav@outlook.com for usage requests. Thank you.
 155° 
Janna B
You know how it is
when your brain gets busy?
And it’s feeding you a loop,
a story that needs breaking.
Today my story’s on high rotation
and I am questioning the panic-dialogue.

Are my instincts really real, anymore?
Can calm rationality win out here
or is it, simply, a matter of the heart.
 145° 
waffle
i wish to not relive
a life, so lonely,
alone and stalling
without a sister

my sister
i love you always, in every one of them
 141° 
Sin
I watch the weeping willow tree
Bend and sway in the summer breeze
And wonder
Do you feel tired
 138° 
Shivvy
And everytime I look at those corridors
My eyes try to find yours
And when they finally capture you
I wonder if you miss us
As all the time, I so painfully do.
 123° 
Bea Hespera
I can’t date men now
You took
I am scared of them touching me
And took
Their anger terrifies me
And took
What if they don’t listen
And took
What if they don’t ask
And took
What if they haunt me
And took
As your hands do
 120° 
Vida
Everytime I look in the mirror I smile
Not because I think im pretty
But because i don't want the mirror girl to be sad
Because to me she is separate
I don't want that girl to see me cry
Everytime I look in the mirror I smile
Not because I'm happy
but because she's pretty
Even if I am ugly
Inside out and all over
That girl will always be pretty
Everytime I look in the mirror I smile
Because that girl is me
She deserves to be pretty
She deserves to be happy
Inside out
And all over
 113° 
Eli
even the darkest minds can drip gold;
pink roses can bloom behind ****** chain link fences,
as leaves can stay orange as they float in puddles reflecting gray.

there’s always stars in the dark.
<3
 106° 
n
𓆩♡𓆪

I love, you -
hate.
I break, you -
take.


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It doesn't matter
(I don't matter)


It was always -
your mistake.

(I am not a mistake)

𓆩♡𓆪
short,
never sweet.
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(this looks better on pc)
 101° 
dread
Grains of sand, slipping through my fingertips, because I'm alive and refuse to quit. There's songs, ampersands, sounds fueling my environment with waves and I'm not fighting them. Going inside reverberating through the halls in my skull, calling out my name like someone used to call it. Asking the shadows which one of them will help me solve it, this disaster lying in wait, telling me everything will be great, I stop to think, I stagnate
 99° 
akiko
They can yell, They can scream,
I'll sit silent and listen,
Because, "To be a good leader,
you have to be a good listener"
Even if they don't say things you want to hear like,
“You’re such an attention seeker.”
“You’re not worth the effort..."
 87° 
apricot
I cry
Day after Day
Tear after Tear
And yet
The pain
Does not go away
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