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 1117° 
Stacy Mills
I wish I were prettier
I wish I were younger
I wish I were smarter
I wish I was skinnier
I wish I did not have to love with all my heart
I wish someone would love me back
I wish that person would want to keep me and not just use me
I wish I could mean so much to someone
I wish I wasn't alone so **** much
 314° 
Em
my heart burned
oh it burned
a candle set aflame  
a bright light of gold
warm and full of life

but with no one to love it
and keep it alive
that fire died
and the world turned dark
and my heart turned cold

-you blew out my candle to wish for someone else’s heart
~e.m
im so frustrated at myself for being depressed, why can’t i just be okay for once not even happy just okay.
 287° 
Andrew
Ahead of me
In the woods
At dusk like
A big cat
With big eyes,
The future turns
Away and runs
Up the switchbacks
Without a sound
Each paw pressed
Into the spine
Of my anxiousness.
Saw a mountain lion in the woods on 8-15-19 at dusk.
 250° 
cjesus
Our relationship
A cup of cold coffee
Bitter
And left unattended
 240° 
Satsih Verma
The inscribed stone
winks at moon to compare
smudges on face.

*

I ask myself to know
thyself. Life will smell the blood,
of what hurt your dream.

*

Will not erase your
name from jessamine.
Winter always waits.
 233° 
Stephen James
like ripples in
evening's pond
and wind
through the trees
of the forest beyond
another voice is
raised in song
uniting spirits
of nature's throng
a poem
 232° 
Emir
Living was a constant battle
My thoughts told me I was worthless.
Stupid and unloved.
People’s actions left an impact on me
My emotions left neglected.
Unhealthy coping mechanisms.
Filled my days with ease
2015 was the worst year of my life. The first time I tried to commit suicide. 09-03-15. A date that used to haunt me, but I have now gotten over. It is something I remember now because this year, 09-03-19 it’s an important day for me. It’s the day of my third testosterone shot in hormone replacement therapy. If 2015 me would have known I’d make it this far, I’m sure I wouldn’t have given up so many times. Everything happens for a reason.
 230° 
ghivashel
like Persephone bringing in spring,
I bloom when I'm with you.
showing a lil love for my favorite Goddess
 156° 
Styles
Yes,
I miss the way
your eyes watched me
like a predator stalking its prey
tracing my every move with subtle eye movements
 154° 
Aquila Venatici
you made me feel immortal
and in return
i broke your heart
perhaps it is not that simple
but isnt it?

the heart of a lion
resides in my chest.
the heart of a lamb,
within yours.
ironically,
they are identical.
this was in my drafts from april, i really like it.
 150° 
Nicole
take every chance you get
every single one
cause right now
all i feel is regret
for not taking that chance
on us
 148° 
Marissa Calderon
A relationship with me is much like stepping on a grenade.


Thrilling, terrifying. and bound to implode.


So, if I find another great love,
I will not ask them to grow old with me.


I will ask them to

implode

with me.
-
 109° 
larni
you never really realise
how much someone means to you
until you almost lose them
for good
 109° 
claire elizabeth
glowing golden arrows
growling stomachs
growing pains
 105° 
Keiri
Look at me in the mirror.
Help me see a little clearer.
Draw me just a little nearer.
Like me a bit more dearer.

Look at me and love me.
Love who I want to be.
Just squeeze your eyes and try to see.
The unnoticable beauty.

But it's no use.
The girl in the mirror dissaproves anyway.
How can one love someone who cannot love oneself.
 96° 
SnowingOdin7
Let's take care of our love first and find a list of what changes are nessasary gerse what people think.
 94° 
Moeshfiekah
My sun ,
My brightest star.
You're 147 million km to far.
Although I'm out at night ,
And you at day.
Eclipse in my arms you'll lay.
The only time our love doesn't burn the cornea.

Mo_poet
 94° 
Jonna Adam
Been walking alone for long...
I stopped walking...
And suddenly you came...
Out of no where...
Stretching you hands...
To make me stand...
And made me take baby steps...
And I walked through...
It was painful at first...
And thought of taking a break...
Which you didn’t let me...
And I m walking steadily now...
Thanks to you...
And may be in future I’ll run with joy...

—Jonna Adam
 61° 
F A Pacelli
when they insult you
smile back
when they hurt you
smile back
they don’t matter
you matter
so smile back
know in your heart
you will show them all
what you are made of
 58° 
White Lion
It was this day, centuries ago,
milky ways and golden honey showers
flowing down those sandstone castles,
orange alleys smelling pregnant -
the street a womb of fruity towers,
no, never has there been a gate,
not necessary with the inside seen on petaled crowns,
the care of nurture on their unique bark.

It was this day, centuries ago,
you were queen and I was king,
one of France and one of Spain.
Along the alley you were walking
waves of Bordeaux soaked in milk,
pignon skin and anemones
floating through that orange scent.
I've never seen feet so much talking,
as if all the liquid consciously was falling
to hail you in your grace.

And I, a lion, heart of sun,
roaring with my whole of being
just to get your gaze,
was so banned in
sweet and bitter its perpetuum mobile
that I lost my place in time and space,
seeing imprints in the air, leaving trails of thousands of motions,
till you laid your mermaid fingers
into my brown, ragged, flowing mane,
fondling up my spine, entwining the burning focus
in my golden fire - still stuck in duality.

And she climbed my back, sank in my fur,
sent wind in whispers to my ears:
"Soon my moon, you don't have to look to me, no more.
Soon my moon, you'll know what you came looking for.
Soon my moon, you don't have to roar no more to shine.
"
Her black, soft branches fell over my face,
upside down,
her forehead on my snout, lips on my forgotten third eye:
"Soon my moon, you'll fall down.
Soon my moon, your crown as it is will not be worth one sound.
Soon my moon, you'll be in hell, finding your way as the grey    
hellhound.
"
Spellbound, no breath was there to take - my eyes were crying:
"You can break
me,
if you want."
A moment worth of sinking and she was licking up my tears,
coming closer with her black holes,
"Let me be here for eternity, let me be...," last words of a king,
so she started to sing:
"Soon my moon,
soon my moon,
you know you have to fall,
to become sun,
"
and she looked me in my eyes,
smiling in wisdom of her own,
as she swallowed me whole.

Hot hell, she fell, Bordeaux on fire
in honey pignon milk,
caramelized paintings on her skin
dripping off beautiful rose colored *******,
causing ripples under shock
.

Sandcastles melting in her heat.

And I lay there, licking up her wounds
with now greyed paws,
while she's long gone.
A mix of daydreaming, memory, possible future, love
and pictures from which I don't know where they are coming from.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ef-4Bv5Ng0w

Don't know if it is finished yet, any ideas?
 50° 
Anonymous
This is my final goodbye
It's hard for me to see you walking by with that other guy
Even though your heart didn't feel the same way
but I'm glad you brought me joy
Time kept moving forward
but I kept standing still
Waiting for you to feel the same way
but I guess such things only happen in dreams
So, that's why this is my final goodbye to you
It's time for me to move along with time
and say goodbye to this bittersweet dream that kept me tied
 49° 
Chris
Make me numb..

Let me feel..
Is this real?

I can't heal or kneel
Just too tired to pray
Doesn't matter anyway

I'm those eyes in the mirror
A sadness denied

I'm messy hair in early morning
Before its combed into a lie

I'm invisible tears when the real ones run out..

Smiles forced into beautiful lies..

Cut open my darkened sky
Spill me miracles from above

Give and shield me from love..

Hysterical quietly.. I want to raze my past of sorrow

Spill forth a brighter morrow from this bleeding shatter-glass sky..

Make me into a bird..

My smiles and laughs..
Happiness implied..
But its just a lie..
Set me free..

Let me fly..
 49° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 47° 
gracie
my father’s temper
lingers on my tongue
and I’ve got my mother’s dimples and
tendency to romanticize the pain
so I’m sorry
about the bitter texts and
poems I wish
I never sent
you were terrible for me
and it makes me miss you even more.
 46° 
Blckstr
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 45° 
Mystic Ink Plus
Let
Me
Die


As
An
Art
Genre: Abstract Inspirational
Theme: Immortality
 44° 
london b blue
what a foolish girl i am
crying over the past
mourning the future.
whispering sweet nothings
to men who's names
i don't even know.
 44° 
KCibot
Song*

Verse 1:

Don't tell me that
You miss me
Darling

Don't you know
I feel enough
As Is

Don't tell me that
You're broke and
Starving

You know that I
Can't handle all
Of This

Bridge:

Don't share with me
Your pain
I can't take
It all
Away

You know I'm
Not as strong as
I was in my
Golden age

I can't fix
Your broken parts
Or soothe your
Aching heart

I am the only one
That I should
Try and save

Chorus:
ooooo
I still miss you too
But I am
Not
What I was
Before

ooooo
I can't lift you up
While I am
Lying On the
Floor

OoOoO
I still hold
Out hope I'll
Be Back
Someday

OoOoO
I'll show up
And make it
All OK

But Not
Today
;


Don't tell me that
You're broke and
Starving
Unfinished song...
Felt strongly today...
I'm definitely going blind
I read the news and hear of pride
I'm proud of our undignified children
Placed in trenches, digging ditches
For the lost children

He calls us to hear the daily radio
The rest of the stories can be heard
In inscribed halls present in the colorful doors
Term ends, and a new semester begins
For the lost children

I'm definitely going blind
But, this might be the state of mind
In an educating time of hippie culture unabashed bashing each other on the whiteboards
Graffiti writes itself gracefully, subways travel like suitcases
These people don't belong here
For the lost children will never be lost again
 44° 
Pooja Jajoo
You have to be happy yourself.
No one is going to make you happy until or unless you yourself is happy.

Everyone here in this universe is in their own zone, dealing with his/ her problem.

No one is bothered with what you do and how you manage it to do.

You have to make it on your own.

So just start working.
 43° 
Randy Johnson
Mom carried me for ten months, I was one month late.
Tomorrow will be my birthday and I'll be turning forty-eight.
In just two years from now, I will have lived for half a century.
It was 576 months ago when my mom gave birth to me.
 42° 
Katja Pullinen
Good person from elevator.
I wish you find your love.
 40° 
Sally S Ali
When it rains,
hide me by
your arms.

When it's sunny,
take me in a picnic
With your eyes.

When it's windy,
let's talk
about love.

But
in a stormy day,
hold me hard
and ..
Can you sing for me?
 40° 
Sarah Spencer
I was watered down
my raging fire
was singed to the ground

I may be a liar
mean and nasty
my words they hurt
the pain everlasting

I'll throw on the dirt
and **** your flame
I'll rage once more
remain untamed

I'll settle the score
an eye for an eye
I no longer care
If your light dies

For I will finally flare
 38° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 37° 
Muluuta Mugagga
stuck on you, i am
but the self in you
deeply rooted in another!

why is the meeting point
scared of us?
love is funny
 37° 
ruby
You think we matter
and you think we’ve gone far?
I will teach you better
how much matters a star?

Not a lot, insignificant
It's just one tiny light
but we look the same
in someone else's sky
 36° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 36° 
Average Dreamer
I want my meaning to transcend the
years
and to bring
together future
generations,
to have my words
mean something
in the millenia from now
i think you get it
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