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I'll see what I can make
out of the leftovers I have.
Although, it's never too long
until the milk turns bad,

until a love turns sour
in an online second;
since, an online minute
wastes a real-life hour.

But in a snap-shot moment,
I can find life for weeks
on my stash of sugar truths,
until I forget to eat;

forget to breathe;
'til I don't even need to sleep
because the lovehearts on my photos
sing those soft melodies.

And despite the fact
that often I can't sit at ease,
somehow this perfect madness
always tastes so bittersweet.
a poem about the addictive nature of social media
Mark S
~ her tears
   gathered in the
cracks of my heart
    that had broken
  for her
i don't know you
yet I hugged you.

i don't know you
yet I kissed you.

i don't know you
yet I planned things with you.

i don't know you
yet I chose to stay with you.

i don't know you
yet I spilled my heart to you.

i don't know you
maybe i don't know myself too.
Rori Helsley
Just a cut
just a scratch
what’s that mark
it was just the cat
just an excuse
just another lie
what’s with the bracelets
just fashion why?
just a tear
just a scream
why were you crying
just a bad dream
But it’s not just a cut
or a tear
or a scream
it’s just one more
until it’s not
until you die
R T Dawn
I tried to say
“I love you”
but the words caught in my throat.

I think I still do.

But every time I go to say the words they fail me.

Because every time I try,
I remember that even you
painted me
a shade of monster.

And try as I might,
I can’t get away from
the bite of your words.

So forgive me.
I think I still do,
but I can’t say that I love you.
sorry for bothering you
with my nonsensical feelings
maybe you were overwhelmed
maybe i should just stick to
Leo Janowick
The Sun sees me at my best,
  but the Moon....
the Moon knows all my secrets,
  and loves me nontheless....
this is where i write my words,
words of angst,
words of depression,
words of imagination,
words of me,
words of you,
words of what i wish,  
words of what is,
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
Is off-brand raisin bran
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Crown Shyness




it stings in stomachs
feeling ignored in
communicating over the waves away

Want to be,
need to

but there's quicksandy mud
pulling me
pulling me

I want to be the wave
hugging the river
where we meet the ocean

I am

It's almost 0 a.m
why is it so hard to move
while thinking
why is it so hard to think
while moving

You are

an are


a C


the start
Jon York
When you find someone
who makes  you feel  the
same  way  music  does,
that's  when  you  found
     someone special.
                                                                                          Jon York  2019
She controls her laughter,
lets it slip from the edge of her mouth,
the corners of her lips lift ever so slightly,
then, she makes a sound,
seamlessly, her fingers graze my thighs,
smoothly, her eyes meet mine,
and in her eyes, I see my reflection—
aflame, abashed, and fiery,

She is the answer I’ve scoured the world for,
and yet, she, herself, remains a mystery,

Ah, I see,
She controls her laughter
as easily as she controls me.
Treat me like a **** game
And I'll make you regret playing.
Thinking of you is like a razor to the skin
When I'm trying to feel anything other then this
Annika J
Even introverts can be alone for too long

And now I'm sad
****** snow days. ****** part-cyber school. ****** ****** ******
There's a hole in my heart

A void in my mind

A deep desire for nothing but want

A need for something like fun

Adventure and thrills

Seekers and pills

Falling into a blackness

So dark I'm turning blue

Such stark it's only true

Helpless and innocent

Forgiving and iridescent

I bond with strangers

Act bold, I'm not the tamest

I am stuck, so stuck

I don't know how to get out of here

This place, this room, this hide

This mask, this facade,

This glass, this wall, this broken bridge

It is all burning up into flames

Watch it, sink

Down it goes deep into

Black Waters

- soulwriterj
Written in a state of fragility and lostness.
IG: @soulwriterj
Juan Bot
Life does not live,
Because life cannot live.
Books do not fall,
Because books are not life.
The human conscience divides itself into two patterns,
Life and self.

If life falls, than self rises.
If self falls, than life rises.

What makes both fall?


Because whenever life falls and self rises or life rises and self falls
Books fall,

Because books are not life.

What makes fall bad and rise good?

Because books
are not life.
Support my mans Stephen J. Richarjenkins III for beating kidney cancer and surviving a lion attack.
The sweet, soft rain
Pit-pattering on the rooftop
Keeps the beat
As you sing to me
The most beautiful song
Of your love
What have you, that I not have
To claim superiority (over me)
When you and I both bleed the same red?
Underneath the skin, we're all the same.
Makayla Wofford
Shadow man there you go again
Running around turning my life upside down
"Happy" that's in the past forever sad  
No reason really just feeling kinda bad
"Caged birds still sing."
Freedom is a Mindset
My mirror only shows me
My imperfections
Soon enough
My imperfections become all I see
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
JV Beaupre
Dreams curl away,
Eyes blink open, toes wiggle.
It's morning, ready or not.
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
Audrey L
so scared to hurt people feeling,
so instead i hurt mine.
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.
Rekha Nur Alisha
she was a box of
cigarettes, waiting to be lit
but would soon run out

of light, of time,
and of you
When I look up to the sky
I see these little lights dancing
Like cows going outside for the first time of the year

When I look out the window
I see the leafs move in the wind
Like little flames dancing in the fireplace

When I look at your face
I see a little smile
Like a little pup having the time of his life

When I look in your eyes
I see little sparkles lighting up
Like a flower opening up in the early morning sun
Addressed to: person unkown
Wala nang lumalabas na salita
Di na ako makagawa ng tula
Pinipilit basahin ang sarili
Ngunit walang tugmang mapili

Alam kong dapat walang ganito
Pagpiga ng damdamin para sayo
Diba dapat natural lang daw
At hindi magtutunog mababaw

Pero mahal bakit ganito
Bakit biglaan na lang huminto
Dahil ba nabasag ang ideyalismo
Mga makalumang aspirasyon ko

Pero mahal wag kang mag-alala
Mabubuo ko tong aking talata
Katulad ng Pag-ibig ko sayo
Gumulo lang isip hindi ang puso

Di ito hihinto tumibok para sayo
Nandito lang ako lagi para sayo
Ako nang sasalo sayo mahal
Pipiliting maging sagot sayong dasal

Mamahalin kita ng buong buo
Hinding hindi magkukulang sayo
Kaya tatapusin ko tong sulat ko
Pero hinding hindi ang pagmamahal sayo
Ian Robinson
Tragedy isn't even very tragic anymore
another 6 word poem
Path Humble
the count starts now (tired of tired)

I read your outcry at 3:00am
posted on Facebook

you are
tired of tired
sick of sick
the only question, will it ever end...

rise this day,  start another way...

count your blessing
count against all odds
for there are more than merely one

use both hands
both hands chested to feel the heart thrusting,
for living is a wondrous blessing unique
an unbelievable to believe than so many beats,
born and borne,
by you, a strength unequaled,
you a richness possessed

count that one first.
count my hands holding your shoulders.
count that as two, one for me, one for you.

more? more.  

mirror.  find the tiny light in each eye against a yellow backdrop.

add two more. for they are a sparking confidence of confirming.

you felt the heart thrumming
go back, feel the breathing warmth breaching forth.
add another. for now known you can never ever be cold.

wash the face, wash away the caution that sleep leaves,
the coverlet of fear that fears you not to dare,
amazing that tap water plain is sacred when it
miracle breaks you out and anoints thy forehead with pure oil like the kings of yore, be a kingly human being.

go out. do not return
until one act of kind is performed and
count that as a thousand blessed, a sum recurring recounted

walk humble and the path will always appear.
walk contented for you can be both king and servant,
there is no difference - you must be both to be the other

and if you still cannot raise the head,
call me.
that would be a blessing for me
and I will hear your blessings sounds mine merge,
dear friend and no more stranger,
that is the simplest definition of our learning to count to
4:00am I read your cry on facebook
today is shaky
by that,
I mean I am
فکر صحت بچہ کھائے جا رہی ھے
بیماری سے مر نہ جائے ہائے آ رہی ھے
پولیو کی موذی مرض سے بچانا ھے
ہاں روٹی نہیں قطرہ انہیں پلانا ھے
جس کا پیٹ ھے خالی روٹی سے
قطرہ کیا بنائے گا قسمت کھوٹی سے
بھوک کی فکر نہیں قطرے کی پڑی ھے
عوام اغیار کے شکنجے میں جڑی ھے
صحت بنے کیسے جب پیٹ ہی خالی
باغ کے اجاڑنے میں ملوث ھے مالی
بھوک سے مار کر پھر قطرہ ڈالتے ھو
اس طرح خرابی صحت کا راگ الاپتے ھو
دو قطرے پھر صحت کو بحال رکھیں گے
جب آپ ان کی روٹی کا خیال رکھیں گے
Talis Ren
In a room full of cowards
You still had the gall
To eat the heart of a snake
And dress like one too
I am 18 years old.  
How fascinating.
Doesn't it feel great...
To be an adult,
To be 18...
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
she didn’t even like you
don’t you get it?
you were a toy for her to play with,
and discard when she was bored

she had her eyes on others
don’t you get it?
it wasn’t mutual

but i was there for you
the whole time
ready to give you
every ounce
of my being
at the slightest beckoning

‘with all its anguish
and all its bliss’

you knew
and you’re still
so tell me,
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