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 760° 
Justyn Huang
The reasons I know I had loved you
well and fully
are by the pages and words it took
for me to find and fill
as I forgot and missed you stilly.
Another sweet nothing
 499° 
Levi Johnson
1.
There is a power
  In the slightest smirk
At the dour face
  Of the reapers work

A hopeless joy
  That can't be crushed
Or ripped apart
   By vicious rush

With that seed
   In soil- defeat
Sprouts ropey vine,
   Humanity.

And so it goes
   Until the end
This bitter fight
   Of death and men.
 230° 
Benzene
Oh rose of blue,

I've only seen but one, your hue.

You delicately weep the morning dew,

from whence a seed your uniqueness grew,

as did my fascination for you, this much is true.

Oh rose of blue you stand with few,

your petals bathe in tomorrow's sun new,

at night the moon smiles and bays back at you.

Oh rose of blue,

my poem for you has been long overdue.
 173° 
ShadowDancer760
Put
Put my loneliness into a bottle
And toss it into the dark waves
Someone is bound to
Find it in the light
And pick it up
Beaches are the haven of melancholy thoughts
 158° 
SJG
Abilene. Abilene.
People are built to struggle.
They lose it all in time.
People, they struggle and struggle.

And there’s an empty moon watching over your empty bed.
And there’s a place all of us always go in the end.
And the ladder to heaven was busted, long before you were even born.
So, you’re going nowhere, and until then, you’re gonna have to struggle.

And fantasy’s swell,
But undergraduate poets have been telling lies.
The chrysalis in your palm is fun for a day, then it dies.
And is it beautiful, Abilene, when it dies? No. It’s grey and exhausted and brittle.
Don’t tell me otherwise, Abilene.
When has an unmade corpse
Ever been allowed to attend its own funeral?
 147° 
Jenni Littzi
Try to clear my mind
For the millionth time
What I really need
Is to escape reality
Get a moment of peace
So frustrated inside
That I can’t even cry
While on the blue pills
And I can’t even get high
Because it all makes me ill
There has to be a way
Please let me escape
It is hell living like this
It makes me want to quit
Pain is eating at my soul
Help me to just let go
 147° 
Adrasteia
With highs
Comes low lows
When the sun shines
The moon goes
The river rides
So I can flow
 111° 
Amanda Jane
it's been a year since i lost you






i still love you
10/14/2019
 103° 
Benjamin Fox
I came to the base of the tree we know
The one with a trunk so thick it has
A hot sun side
And a cold shade side

I ran quickening circles round it
Dizzy with the warm blending of opposition
Before finally falling
Entangled in roots and being
Most splendidly eaten for lunch
 86° 
Lupus-
We can be together
We'll become forever
A dream come true
Alongside you
Please don't leave me
I don't want to be left in agony
If you do, I'd be in need of aid
More insecurities would be made
I need you with me at all times
To get rid of the how's and why's
I need you because when I'm left alone
My heart hardens like stone
I'm scared and afraid
Please stay
I spin in slow symphony around a heart that beats to the song of the dawn and is broken by sunset
 81° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 76° 
Caroline Shank
We have ridden camels
in the Kalahari,
Flew Eagles over Canada,
walked across the Niagra.

We have boated up the
Nile and pierced the
catacombs of Rome.
We made love by the
red rock in Australia.

Our adventures overlap
memory.
We've spun the Sun and
tossed the moon,
walked on coals,
groomed gorillas and
climbed to Lhasa.

We were married in Tibet,
among the Chinese stalls,
made our way to India
and slept with tigers.

The planet swings
as we kiss, and spins
to the rhythm of Joy.


Caroline Shank
 72° 
Diya soni
Im sad !!
I always am
And im not okay at all !
Yet im the happiest person in this universe!
 72° 
Glow
Underneath all this paper
Wrapped up in all this string
We're all just damaged goods
Hiding underneath a pretty bow
So handle with care
 63° 
Steph
Into you, like a picture that has not developed the ink fully, yet you know your about to see beauty.
Draw me,
Into you, after an autumn rain, cold and warm to the touch. Your so close now.
Draw me,
Naked, unafraid of the chemistry that ignites at the very mention of your name.
Draw me,
Into you, fill your lungs with the purpose of my love, without it, we will lose this picture perfect love story.
Draw Me Into You
 63° 
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
 62° 
Leo Janowick
A Dream
  Is a wish
Your heart makes.
 62° 
Simba
Without nothing to lose,
The only staircase to freedom.
The taller the walls, the thicker the chains.
She wanted anything except mediocre.
He wanted a Queen willing to follow his lead.
 54° 
Nat Lipstadt
Oh Eliot, Poor Eliot, Your Fans Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feelin' So Sad^

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10/19/19
Noontime NYC
natalino
^^Messers Gilbert and Sullivan

^ Oh Dad, Poor Dad,
Hung You In The Closet and I’m Feeling So Sad
By Arthur Kopit
Jonathan
Well, I made it out of lenses and tubing. The lenses I had because Ma-Ma-Mother gave me a set of lenses so I could see my stamps better. I have a fabulous collection of stamps, as well as a fantastic collection of coins and a simply unbelievable collection of books. Well sir, Ma-Ma-Mother gave me these lenses so I could see my stamps better. She suspected that some were fake so she gave me the lenses so I might be...able to see. You see? Well sir, I happen to have nearly a billion sta-stamps. So far I’ve looked closely at 1,352,769. I’ve discovered three actual fakes! Number 1,352,767 was a fake. Number1,352,768 was a fake, and number 1,352,769 was a fake. They were stuck together. Ma-Mother made me feed them im-mediately to her fly –traps. Well... (He whispers.) one day, when Mother wasn’t looking...that is, when she was out, I heard an air-plane flying...somewhere, far away. And I ran outside to the porch so that JI might see what it looked like. The airplane. With hundreds of people inside it. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people. And I thought to myself, if I could just see...if I could just see what they looked like, the people, sitting at their windows looking out...and flying. If I Could see...just once...if I could see just once what they looked like...then I might...know what I-what I... (Slight pause.) So I...built a telescope in case the plane ever...came back again. The tubing from and old blowgun (He reaches behind the bureau and produces a huge blowgun, easily a foot larger than he Mother brought back from her last hunting trip to Zanzibar. The lenses were the lenses she had given me for my stamp. So I built it. My telescope. A telescope so I might be able to see. And... (He walks out to the porch.) and...and I could see! I could! I COULD! I really could. For miles and miles I could see. For miles and miles and miles! Only...
You take the time to build a telescope that can sa-see for miles, then there’s nothing out there to see. MA-Mother says it’s a lesson in Life. [Pause] But I’m not sorry I built my telescope. And you know why? Because, I saw you. Even if I didn’t see anything else, I did see you. And...and I’m...very glad.
Typed by: Jeremy Mash 2-16-06
 53° 
Traveler
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
  Not a single!
Explanation 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
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!
 53° 
yasmin
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
 48° 
eli
today,
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

today,
it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

today,
I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
 44° 
Christine Jose
I can't write anymore as I can't put my sadness into words
I can't write anymore as I don't want to write about you
I can't write anymore as my  heart can't tell how much it feels
I can't write anymore as what I am feeling cannot be written
I can't write anymore as I don't want to remember what we used to
 44° 
john p green
Why to belie anxieties cry?
Either way suffers tis said.
Now lay lace atop head.
Turn bout, dare to defie.
Stare underneath and try.
Overreaching may tread.
 43° 
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
 42° 
last rainy night
your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign
 42° 
Brianna Joiner
I fell in love for the first time
and out of the love
it was not returned
yet I still wanted him for myself
So many years of knowing him
I fell in love with the bad things
and empty words of feeling wanted

BUT

I had to let him go
because I deserved to be loved in return
and not taken advantage of
yet me loving me was always my last choice

When it comes to loving him now
I no longer want to do that
I will no longer be last in my own life
Finally letting go of someone I knew couldn't be trusted to love me
 41° 
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.
 40° 
Kam
Look me in the eye,
ask if I’m alright.
I might just tell you a lie.
 39° 
Soumia
Your words are sharper than a knife,
your fists are harder than stone's.

I'm breaking slowly, but you don't notice,
I'm dying slowly, but you don't care.

I'm sorry, I'm giving up slowly.
 38° 
Andres Martinez
Give me a reason or a cause
Not much to offer
But plenty to gain after you fall
I bring back memories you didn’t think were fair
The type to lie but tell the truth hidden in a form of a BUYER BEWARE
Can’t seem to grasp what you lack
A stockpile of numbers with no real value to add
 38° 
Peaceful Soul
One,
I close my eyes,
I see you,
But it’s blurred,
Open my eyes,
You disappear.

Two,,
I pinched my nose,
I smell you,
But hyposmia catching me,
Put my finger away,
Your scent has gone cold.

Three,,,
I block my ear,
I hear you,
But you’re whispering,
Unblock my hear,
Your voice fades away.

There is no four,,,,
I won’t shut my mouth,
I listen to your voice,
But my mouth froze,
Finally I have courage,
You’re in the other world.

Five,,,,,
See you there,
When I lose my senses,
But when,
Finally I lose them,
See you… honey-
Let us joy this moment in peace.
 37° 
Marie-Lyne
:)
I think
the world
needs
more
of us
than we
can offer
 37° 
Poetic T
My stomach a grave of dead flesh,
     I feasted on the carcass of


             The deceased
now entombed within.

There was no burial song,
       Just the ritual shredding

Of flesh.
        

I'm now content, and the bones
     I discard as if tooth picks

Of satisfaction.

  
I'm not sorrowful,
           For my belly is full.

As I gaze at the flowers,

  forna I will never desecrate
               your beauty.
Gosh this makes me hungry
 37° 
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.
 36° 
Somon
If forever
Meant
a minute
Spent
with you,
I'd spend
every second,
Wishing
for two.
 36° 
Ronin
you
you
are the everything
causing me to be
broken
empty
lifeless

you
did it
it is all
you
your fault
why

me
forever damaged
full of hate
all for
you
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