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 341° 
Ashly Kocher
One sip turns into multiple drinks
Time has past, I don’t know when this happened last
Drowning in the bottle
Down to the last drop
I don’t even know if I can stop
It takes away the stress but yet causes a mess
One bottle
Two bottles
T H R E E   BO    TT    LE S
ITS A  B  L  U  R
I can’t even talk
All I do is slur
Is this me or a monster inside
Like the worm in the tequila bottle
Dying inside
Drowning inside
This bottle(s) of my tears
Numbing the pain of my fears
I can’t control or so I say
Drinking
A
W
A
Y
My days...
 330° 
Dennis Willis
Can I really tell you
I want to tell you
I just don't want you to go
I just want to icily say

go away, go away, go Away
over and over i hear myself say
to your face go away just go away
mayhap more than one isn't icily

this doesn't work this never works
i just sit all day and resist what i want to say
come back come back u effin ****
and always u make me while away
 272° 
Kat
Sometimes I think
Over the past few years
If I had not gone through what I did
I could have been creating my perfect life
But then I think
I would have had no chance at that perfect life
If I had not gone through what I did
I don’t believe that everything happens for a reason, but I do believe that I can make meaning out of everything that happens, and that belief has been so important in helping me deal with physical and mental pain.
 271° 
Angel
“....you’ll still be around in the earth, the wind & the stars.”
A blip from my journal
 250° 
Dr Peter Lim
The self needs
   an inner hideaway
   dark secrets it holds
   which must be kept at bay

   they gnaw and they fester
   afraid to surface in the light of day
   life is lived in lies and deceit
  fear makes the person its perpetual prey
 176° 
Tabbitha Erceg
I told him,
sometimes you look at me like you hate me.
Maybe I do
He said.
Not taking a moment to breath in between his thoughts.
Sometimes you look at yourself like that too
He said.
Maybe I do
I said.
--
Maybe I do.
 114° 
the dirty poet
i look death in the eye
and say "give me a cough"
 108° 
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!
Exclamation 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!
 99° 
Anastasia Cook
Rain falling through the lights
in the night is one of the
most beautiful sights

Care to share this moment with me?
 97° 
Typewriter1
The best if the best fake smiles
She met be smiling but don’t be fooled,
She may seem happy but don’t be misled,
She only cried when no ones around she leaves words unsaid.
 88° 
Bek
(HAIKU)




Rumbling, release
Grief falls down atmospheres check  
Warm, Yellow Sterling
For my son, Sterling  
Yellow reminds me of you
I’m sorry you’ve had to experience
Grief that was not meant to be yours.
 84° 
Nathanial clark
I want you out of my mind
The word you whisper to me
Are not real
I’m the one driving
You shall pass
I want you gone
And for good this time
I’m in control
You will not ruin my life anymore
 71° 
Jonathan Moya
There is a certain satisfaction that comes
with shrinking language and imagination
to a rectangle, fitting black-and-white
words into a prescribed length and width
given human depth through inscription.

The filled sheet of paper almost
transcends its smoothness and thinness,
its very blank expression and dullness.
It reveals exactly what it is meant to say
and the colors one wants to see in it.

Move the imprinted strokes up and
it becomes the verisimilitude of art;  
move the line down and there exists  
scientific equations in plain view;
give it power- and it becomes money,
an official stamp- and it’s the recorder of
birth/death and everything in between.

All of it can drift away if unbounded and
catch fire with the right or wrong spark.
 61° 
potery thought
Need postcards with your poems,
and you can keep the chocolate for yourself.
I just want to read books and live in silence
once.
 60° 
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.
                          -open heart poetry
 51° 
Pigeon
trauma drifts down through the branches of my family tree
like summer pollen
 50° 
Erin Riley
You asked why
it’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.
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
 45° 
Peter Balkus
I'm a poet,
I have nothing
except words.

I'm a poet,
I don't care about
the world.

Take your money,
take your cars
take your pearls.

I'm a poet,
I don't care about
the world.

Well, yeah, sometimes
I wish I was
someone else.

But I'm a poet,
poets can't escape
their Fate.
Sponsor this poem: paypal.me/pbalkus
 40° 
Vee
Why do you
always
let me hear
your melody
If you never
let me read
the lyrics?
Why do you
always
come to me
If you never
stay?
I want to swim
but you keep me
floating
upon the surface.
 40° 
Thy
Am I too late
or was I too soon ?

you're up to doing it again
now you've gone so far
 38° 
Ayodhipoet
See yourself in the light of future reality
Express the nitty gritty of your desired reality in the face of gravity
Experience the tangibility of the reality in it entirety
 36° 
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
 34° 
Arek
Sometimes I'll write a poem here
and think it's my best ever
but then the very next day, oh dear
it's in the trash forever
 34° 
yama verita
if only i could,
i would forget everything:
your face, your laughter,
the sweetness of your soft lips,
your smile and above all, you.
 33° 
nivek
forging a path less travelled
yet full to the brim of surprise!
The simple warmth
of you lingers.
I breathe in air
you so recently occupied.
My closed lids
conjure you...
as close as it brings you,
it does not bring you.
 32° 
Nala Alfira
I don't hate you
I fear you

and you make me stay by
teaching me that

to love is to fear and
to fear is to love
 30° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 28° 
Abby
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.
 28° 
Ariana Solo
I wish you wrote me letters

I wish you wrote me poems

Instead of staring at the screens

Instead of texting on the phones
 27° 
Carlo C Gomez
From top
to bottom

I find this
underneath the ice:

The Earth
is bi-polar
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’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
 26° 
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 it’s nothing aside the bigger picture
And much like a small city on this planet
It’s only feels larger when inside of it
I quite like this one
 25° 
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.
 25° 
REY
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 like *******.
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.
 25° 
annh
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“Struck 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 archangel’s chime;

Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,

Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.

‘There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.’
- Sadie Jones, The Outcast
 24° 
Jada
I'm falling for you  

Wonder when I'll hit the ground  

Or if we can fly
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