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 620° 
Lure Pot
Let the rain fall down today
My mind is asking for it
I won't do anything today
Drip the raindrops, drip it!

I will be walking alone in the wet grove
But if I see someone there in the rain
Then I'll stop walking on the narrow path
and I'll take a look at her,
If she blushes at me then I'll smile too!

I will sing the song along with
the wet leaves of the green forest.
The smile blooms on my face
when those leaves will be shy
And I'll enjoy them in the raindrops!

Today has no bindings
to walk in this rainforest
Here I don't want any company
These long trees will be my friends.
Today I am the king of this green forest!
BE
 491° 
Thinking of You
I didn’t need this city to create magic.
I needed me - fully unleashed, raw and unapologetic.

LA was just the place I finally allowed that to manifest.
 264° 
rohayani
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
 260° 
Arek
"I need a brand new diamond ring"
she said while out loud crying
I said "it will our wallets sting
let's not be diamonds buying"

she said "then get me a necklace
forget about this ring"
i said "lets try to be less reckless
true love don't cost a thing"

she said "your philosophy i don't understand
who made you Aristotle ?"
then i saw why a diamond is a girl's best friend
and a husbands is a bottle
 249° 
Salmabanu Hatim
I enjoy being crazy,
It's fun,
Releases tension.
10/8/2020
 218° 
Regulus Cayapata
in a light
full of blast
in a part
of pull apart
the as a result of this sorry
of the story
I served
then dragged
became becoming.
 176° 
clementine
eyes alike
                       astronomical object
which

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        the   s  u  n   and   m  o  o  n
                        became

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        ­               i can tell that

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a poem for you:))
 168° 
bubblyflower
I wear my smiling mask
But when it's dusk
I take it off
All I see is flaws
It's alright,
I am used to it
Wet spots cover the mask
I can not take it anymore
I am revealing myself,
Please make it stop
 143° 
avyukta
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
forever
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
grant
themselves
but will
give you
all of

 94° 
alaska jade
Today, you ask me what I’m on.
I say
Wouldn’t you like to know?
My friend,
Life comes and goes
I’m high off of my youth
Alive off summer nights
Mid-August fights
Tears shed, falling into my bed
Falling into your arms.
Tie-dye shirts, blue-eyed flirts, and mini skirts.
Tonight, I am drunk off your voice.
Dog days, Smoky haze
Tomorrow, I’m completely wasted off your laugh.
Mosquito bites, the same old fights,
I want brisk autumn nights
Comments are always greatly appreciated ❤️
 77° 
Faith
My last dying breath

Was your dramatic sigh
 65° 
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
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 62° 
Maria Hernandez
I don't think
I am capable
of breaking someone's
heart,

because I know
too well
what it is like
to have one.
 58° 
Rushil
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
 56° 
Dayda Base
Are you one of us?
The unseen...
The undervalued...
The void...
The used...
The mistreated...
The disposable.
Come through the gate,
Into a garden made just for us.
Where our efforts aren't shrugged away
Where we don't fear the love of our friends to be conditional
Where we are afforded reciprocity
We can smile with our faces toward the sun
Facing the warmth
Embracing the growth
Planting ourselves in this fanciful garden
Never to let anyone pluck a
Single
Precious
Petal
Ever again.
just a little vase
empty
on a walnut table
waiting
for a single stem
of anything

fill me,
I crave
something
pretty
 50° 
Lynne Podrat
Today I tried to run away
I did not have success,
The road was long,
The day too hot,
I fear I look a mess.
My long hair quite in disarray
My clothing, loose and free
People cry and point and try
to run away from me.
 47° 
Desire
you,
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
you,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
 44° 
Ashley Kaye
I have the worst habit:

swallowing life experiences
instead of savoring them

then afterward,
when my teeth are clean,
thinking, “That’s it.”

And wanting ever more.
Another life transition and I’m weary of glorifying the past. Wishing the good times were all my nostalgia makes them out to be.
 40° 
Ghost of Jupiter
Your heart was hidden behind petals

He loves me
He loves me not


And as I plucked each velvet fortune

He loves me
He loves me not


I found your love becoming clearer and clearer

He loves me
He loves me not


And I knew
I would never have to pick at petals
again

He loves me

~♡~
Older poem that came to mind tonight
 40° 
Adriana
I fall down when I think that I am alone
And there is no-one to help me
But you came to me like an angel of peace.
I don’t know why , there was not sign in the sky that there was a storm inside me,
Don’t go away little star that has shine the most, immensity that I can not explain ‘love’
My everything, my destiny like a shining star you came to me and everything change ,
Like a song, you are my sweet melody.
the moment we realize we are in love.
 38° 
Jaimi M
What kind of monster
builds a girl up so high
and tells her she can fly
only for the girl to realize
after she jumps
her wings are only fiction
and the the ground
is a lot harder than it looks
-JRM
 37° 
Jewel
you are
priceless
capable of so much more
than just some being

being
mistreated

you are deserving of so much more
than what you are receiving
to witness the worst
is the worst
but continuing to inhabit
is robbing the
value
of life.
 36° 
CSW
Our magnum opus
Love shared with you, God's best art
Heaven's lone Monet
 34° 
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
 33° 
Caitlin
My stomaches a knot
Made of anxiety ridden thread
My heads a mess
An awful place where shame entices dread
 32° 
Jordon Rivir
I want to be pretty,
I want to be thin,
I wish I was popular,
With all the friends.

Who am I kidding,
I must be joking,
I can name all the continents,
I’d gladly identify all the oceans.

I’m not saying
I’d never say it
I can’t say
The cool kids aren’t smart.

I’m just not interested,
I don’t like crowds,
I can’t follow instructions,
I’m not too proud.

To say the least,
To say to the most,
I’m proud to be strange,
To odd to quote.

You’ll never see another me,
Nope you’ll never meet another,
If there is someone like me,
Send them my way,
This lonely bird has no flock,
Not a single feather.
Best friends are great, if you have a great one, love them, hold them, and cherish them. Happy birthday Denise, I’ll forever love you and hold the time we shared deep in my heart.
and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
 31° 
Bree
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
 30° 
drey
good luck to you, my friend
their words are more wounding than their
fists will ever be
 30° 
Talking Back
I let go
Of our title
But I am still chained
By the pain
Release me
 30° 
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.
 30° 
Emily
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
 29° 
karat
Deep in the mind where memories reside,
Something dormant awakens during slumber.
Taking full control of the perceived world,
It shape-shifts into colorful shadows that seem familiar.

Greens and grays drip with so much meaning,
they can hardly be understood.
Flashbacks move forward in time so swiftly
they can hardly be remembered.
Like an obscure image at the corner of one’s eye,
never fully seen.
 29° 
miki
lux
our love was dipped in luxury
and you were made of gold
i always liked pretty shiny things
until they got old
golden eyes, 2am nights
made loving you seem worth it
but secrets, lies, and unresolved fights
made loving you a burden
they could have hung us in the louvre
had we stayed in gold forever
but we were only carat played
and nickel at our center
 28° 
muna
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
 27° 
dove
that beautiful face of yours
you give this aura with your smile
you must be in a good mood
i took a glimpse of your eyes
it’s completely different
you look vulnerable and scared
i asked what’s wrong
Im greeted with silence
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