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Erin Riley
You asked why
itโ€™s so hard
for me
to speak up
for myself.

I looked
into your eyes,
took a breath
that swallowed
you whole.

Inside is a girl
asking questions
and looking
for answers
her smile
would never
talk about.
Jacob Lyons
I wrote a note with your name mentioned
But deleted every word within a second
The feeling is long and drawn out
But itโ€™s nothing aside the bigger picture
And much like a small city on this planet
Itโ€™s only feels larger when inside of it
I quite like this one
Christopher Elwell
There will be good times

And there will be bad times

We're having the time of our lives.
xavier thomas
Ms. Flight attendant,
long time no see, love.
I miss you.
Queen from the west-side.
First-Lady flying across the country just to see me & only me.
Putting a smile on my face, Making me feel like I was your #1 priority.
As soon as you landed in my town,
You made sure to Text-Call- or FaceTime
-No matter where I be.
I stop by to listen to your every need & hold long night intellectual conversation.
While, you give me- โ€œThe blacker the berry, the sweeter the juiceโ€ Inglewood love.

One thing I can say is, you stay ready.
Hit different
No wonder why you call yourself ~ Lolly
What is your secret Miss thing???  ๐Ÿ‘€

(Hope you & baby boy doing well during this pandemic.)
While reading I meet

distant people as neighbours โ€“

so intimately.
โ€œEen goede buurโ€ (โ€œA good neighbourโ€, 2020, Ellen Deckwitz)

Collection "On the fly"
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
In a house built with gray walls;
Marigolds withers and falls.
The sound of a violin at night that casts the spell;
Then winter bid us farewell.
The raven fly up high;
When the storm came and the clouds cry.
A wish to end this....?
Kathryn Heim
the matter of age is in your head
where it will stay
until you are dead.
Bethany M P
The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
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The day you left.
Her deepest thoughts.
Began suffocating.
Eshwara Prasad
Male aggression starts from womb
Broke my wings
So I couldnโ€™t


So I stole his soul
So he couldnโ€™t

I'm falling for youย ย 

Wonder when I'll hit the groundย ย 

Or if we can fly
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
Poetic Eagle
I never asked you to leave
Only advised to chase your dreams
Wasnt l part of the dream. Random thoughts
Ashley Chapman
I wanna be me
With super powers.

As a child:
(I wanna be me).
As a teenager:
(I wanna be me).
As an adult:
(I wanted to be me).
As - me,
A rock.
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โ€œStruck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,

As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangelโ€™s chime;

Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
โ€˜Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapaโ€™s clock,

Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.
โ€˜There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.โ€™
- Sadie Jones, The Outcast
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
Not everything needs a poem
itโ€™s already

good enough.

We are all but
In the eyes of others
In oneโ€™s own
The truth
The lies
Fire and ice
Sugar and spice
Ingredients to life
I don't wanna fall in love
with physical touch,
skin to skin,
intimate actions.
If this love is valid,
if this love could give more meaning,
if this love is acceptable,
I would spend the rest of my life
wanting you.

Anderson M
A conflation of
Hues filled with lush mystery
Unmatched artistry.
#Portal to #soul.
Colin Mulligan
All the stars in all the skies
Are not as bright as my Loveโ€™s eyes.
Imagine all the seas pooled together,
Wild roses blended,
And yet they are not as deep and red as her lips
When I bend to kiss them.

Tonight Politicians continue to argue
about what is right or wrong,
Lower taxes or raise them
Create & break legislation like fences
Nurture corrupt ideology.

Yetย ย I am not disturbed-

My Love's hair shines like golden suns,
There is the scent of a thousand crushed flowers
in the air.
A friend of mine told me
I write when Iโ€™m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
Ugo Victor
Spent a lot of time at Dawn
staring at the mirror.
Sometimes that's all it takes
to attain self recognition,
at least enough to whisper to myself -
You are enough.
Broken, but enough still.
And so I say it
over and again
Until I begin to believe it too
Its Mild, Its Clement, The
Winds Benign
Those Hands That Move
Call For Time
That Skylines, Mist
The First Rose You See
The Fading Of A Galaxy
Loving Paradox
When you are sad
And you hear the rain dropping down
You might feel it in your heart
Like a crystal sound, glittering around

When you are sad
You might see that sunset
And feel the melancholy of the purple clouds
And see the birds flying around
Singing that gentle song

When you are sad
You might taste that sweet wine
And slowly, seeping into that sorrow
With great joy and pleasure

When you are sad
You are sad
You are...

Sadness has so much depth
That you can enjoy sometimes
It turns and moves in your heart
Like the waves crashing down

As you reach its depth
You might find that you are
Bewildered by its beauty
And begin to see
The love thatโ€™s hiding beneath
I hope this makes you see sadness differently
Andrew Gomez
Loving the wrong person is like calling a number that no longer works.
"The number you have called is no longer in service. Goodbye."
Imagine getting that message if you tried calling someone's heart.
"The heart you had is no longer yours. Its moved on. Goodbye"
Palak Datta
Make babies, not by-products of ***.
Abusive marriages lead to an abnormal upbringing. Stop giving your kid what you got. Don't fight in front of them. Because, it leaves a long-lasting effect.
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youโ€™d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
โ€œIโ€™m tired,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a failure,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m stupid โ€“โ€
I know it sounds stupid,
Itโ€™s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youโ€™d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youโ€™d see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youโ€™d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youโ€™d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the face
Iโ€™ve failed to show back then,
The face Iโ€™ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Jessica Patrick
Do you think,
you could hear me?
If only,
I screamed just,
a tiny bit,
Muffled under this,
of solitary,
Iโ€™m simply,
in this room,
muddled in,
Am I allowed,
to run?
Escape this,
of breathless,
Iโ€™ll scream just,
a tiny bit,
time seemingly halts
with worldly wisdom bestowed
in blessed silence
Cross Boundry
I can't see me unless I have a mirror.
I can see everyone through that glass.
But they are looking at themselves.
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I donโ€™t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
Heโ€™s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
โ€œWeโ€™re perfect for each otherโ€
And you canโ€™t tell me
Heโ€™s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
Ashley Jerome
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
You have
as many chances
as you allow yourself.
Take one of them to be better.
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