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Red fire
caught in this disturbing web
David P Carroll
All the things to do
In Anguilla today
So let's have some
Fun in the morning
Sun and Anguilla

Is so beautiful and
Bright and it's
So peaceful every day andΒ Β 
The stars shine brighter
In Anguilla every night

And Anguilla is the
Place to be and I'm
Feeling the heat hear
On me and
The bird's are singing
So passionately

And the people are
So friendly to me

And Anguilla is the
Place to be so
So come on down
To Anguilla town
And enjoy the warm
Sunshine with me.
Sunshine πŸŒΈβ˜€οΈπŸŒΈβ˜€οΈ
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Today is a very sleepy day
And I am going to sleep it away
So please do not come in my way
For today is a very sleepy day
Jon G M
Not understood she dreamed the impossible
Seeked the unknown

She wanted to be loved
Like art she was not perfect
But she touched you deeply
Being herself

Times could be difficult
Could make you scream
But she matured

She could touch you deeply
Parts of your soul that had not been explored

She loved desperately
All she wanted was to be wanted
To be no doubt who she belong to
π™Έπš 𝚠𝚎 πšπš’πšπš—'𝚝 πš”πš—πš˜πš  𝚘𝚏 πšœπš˜πš›πš›πš˜πš ?
π™Έπš πšŠπš•πš• 𝚠𝚎 πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš‹πšŽ πš’πšœ πš‘πšŠπš™πš™πš’?

π™½πš˜ πš›πšŠπš’πš—πš’ 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜 πšŠπš—πš’πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ,
πšŠπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš πšŽπšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš› πšŠπš•πš πšŠπš’πšœ πšœπšžπš—πš—πš’?
π™±πšžπš πš πš‘πšŠπš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πš›πšŠπš’πš—πš‹πš˜πš ?

πšƒπš‘πšŽπš— πš πš’πš•πš• 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš› πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚊 πšŒπš‘πš˜πš’πšŒπšŽ
πš˜πš› πš™πš›πšŽπšπšŽπš› πš‘πšŠπšŸπš’πš—πš πš‹πš˜πšπš‘?
π™΄πšŠπšŒπš‘ πš πš’πšπš‘ πš’πšπšœ πš˜πš πš— πšπš’πš–πšŽ.

π™°πš—πš πš’πš— πšπš’πš–πšŽ,
πš•πšŽπšŠπš›πš— 𝚝𝚘 πšœπš–πš’πš•πšŽ πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πš•πš’πšŽ.
πšƒπš˜ πš‘πšžπš›πš πšŠπš—πš πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ.
πšƒπš˜ πšŒπš›πš’ πšŠπš—πš πšŒπšŠπš›πš›πš’ πš˜πš—.
πšƒπš˜ πš•πšŠπšžπšπš‘ πšŠπš—πš πšœπšπš’πš•πš• πš πš˜πš›πš›πš’,
πš πš˜πš—πšπšŽπš›πš’πš—' πš’πš πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšπš˜πš’πš—πš
πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš›πš’πšπš‘πš.
πšƒπš˜ πš‹πš•πšŽπšŽπš πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŽπšŠπš•.

πš‚πšπšžπšŒπš” πš˜πš— πš›πšŽπš™πšŽπšŠπš!
π™»πš’πš”πšŽ 𝚏*𝙲𝙺 πš’πšœ πšπš‘πš’πšœ πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš›πšŽπšŠπš•?

πšŠπš—πš πšπš’πš–πšŽ πšŠπšπšŠπš’πš—,
πš†πšŽ πšπš•πšŠπš—πšŒπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšŒπš‘πšŽπšŒπš” πšπš’πš–πšŽ.
π™΅πš˜πš› πšŠπš•πš• 𝚠𝚎 πš”πš—πš˜πš  𝚘𝚏 πšπš’πš–πšŽ; πš—πšžπš–πš‹πšŽπš›πšœ
πš˜πš— 𝚊 πš πšŠπš•πš•.
π™Ύπš› πš’πšœ πš’πš 𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝 πšŽπš–πš™πšπš’ πšœπš™πšŠπšŒπšŽ ..
π™°πš—πš 𝚠𝚎 πš’πš— πš’πš?

πšƒπš˜ πšπšŽπšœπšŒπš›πš’πš‹πšŽ πšπš‘πšŠπš πš πš‘πš’πšŒπš‘ 𝚠𝚎 πšŒπšŠπš—πš—πš˜πš πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πš›πšŽπš‘πšŽπš—πš.
πšƒπš‘πšŽπš— πš’πšœ πš’πš πš‘πšŽπšŠπš•πšπš‘πš’?
πšƒπš˜ πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš πš˜πšŸπšŽπš› πš πš‘πšŠπš 𝚠𝚎 πšŒπšŠπš—πš—πš˜πš πšŒπš‘πšŠπš—πšπšŽ.
πšƒπš˜ πš–πš’πšœπšπšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚊 πšœπšŒπšŠπš› πšπš˜πš› 𝚊 πš πš˜πšžπš—πš.

π™»πš’πšŸπšŽ πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πš–πšŽπš—πš.
πš‚πšŠπšŸπš˜πš› πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πšœπšŽπšŒπš˜πš—πš
𝚝𝚘 πš›πšŽπš–πš’πš—πš’πšœπšŒπšŽ πš πš‘πšŽπš—
πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš˜πš’πš—πš 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 πšπš˜πšžπšπš‘.
Don't spend the rest of your future looking behind your shoulders. Conscious living.

Β© snoW
The great noice was back
Telling me to stop moving
In my brain another crack
Slowly started losing
My own self.

And the noice was loud and scary
This time I wasn't sure if I could carry
All the heavy weight upon my chest.
Bomb blasts filled the air
Concrete flew about
Rubble crowding the horizon
Corpses lying about
The air seemed still
No living being made a sound
Yet birds screeched in agony
As a murmur arose from the ground
"...the sky is on fire."
Based on a poetry prompt found on Pinterest, to write a poem using the phrase: "the sky is on fire".
it wasn't black nor white
it was a set of spinning colors
and dancing lights
that became my escape
and for the first time
i had control over my own peace.
drunken nights
There’s a mutual obsession
Alone by myself...I think about you.
How is that I want you in my life?
But feel betrayed just by your breathing?
Do I not feel great enough for you?
Do I feel you want others?
You say NO and I watch you dance with the opportunity
That’s where I fade....
Fade into a stranger.....
The cyle of us all.....
If you look up the word
you will find a picture of me
We don’t see the carrots to be cut,
We see the sharp knife that could cut us.

We don’t see the bridge,
We see the other side of the railings.

We don’t see painkillers,
We see medication we could drown ourselves in.

We don’t see the train,
We see the tracks we could lay on.

We don’t see the nice view,
We see the cliff's edge we could jump off.
In you,
I've found an appreciation for the ones I've hurt
I've found a new reason to scorn the stars
For all their bright, unwavering light
For all their fragile grace they scatter upon us
I've found no way to leave my winter bones behind
To make peace with the new, and growing
I've found no reason to move on
And too many to stop
The wind’s soft melody
Tearing through the landscape.
Gently brushing my knee
And roaring in my ear.

The silent drop of a windswept tear,
The call to a motion all too clear.
A storm throughout our minds
Tearing at our walls like rinds.

The silent beauty
And the harsh cruelty
This is the duality of a tempest.
I don’t think this turned out how I originally planned but that’s alright
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
I love a love story
Warms a heart I’d meant to keep cold
I want a love story
One where all it takes is a rose to start a fever
In a place where I’m delicate and soft
And to keep me
A battle must be won.
We all want to be loved
You say you're okay!
But the ocean within your eyes,
Articulate a different prose.

When I can β€˜t have you
-I want you

When I want you
-I can’t have you


Β© By HF-Whisper
My words became
A paragraph,
a sword.
And when I
my first speech,
the room
c a r o l i n e
led open cracks
time says
left tracks
crime pays

running too many love songs
to listen to most of them
is a car secret
to keeping me young
yet when,
two mainly move on,
when Time for them
was set
the days can outrun
and they move on and on
and sometimes recycle the pain

running can either break the cycle
or make Time a revival
a Timeline is all it is,
why not make it as if it's your last Lifeline?
(say goodbye to nights a-'mourning
and yes to good mornings, each and every single grateful sign you sense)
like counting your blessings and other droplets that go to use, and others waste
there are good old/young days, glory days, your prime days and with fears of years go to change to get to your golden age
we change, we harden, we thirst for new things, when all it takes was a bit of push and mighty jump into waters that felt unending but not too deep to sink
with this I can mention -
to make it alive or survive for days leading to Judgement
you can continue to sign your life away
or write the life the way others wish to read it
either way a picture or your face can say it anyway
stare death in the face and

j a connor
T o
R espect
U nderstand
S urvive
T ogether
Melanie Jackson
i suppose
i love my scars
they have
stayed with me
than most people
False Poets
when you understand my poems perfectly then,

their utility is inutile,
their usefulness is, will. always be, in the

nthΒ Β 

reinterpretation, a million and still counting,
as long as you must guess at its labyrinth inner wired construct,
be pleasured by the roiled and rolled curves upon your tongue,
two lives (yours, mine), a paired wine tasting, we together,
believing in the greatness of joyous frustration

some say, as I do, the world is better for the
utility of thine own struggled understanding,
the truest combination of two way communication,
surpassed only by our at last armed embrace,

when at last we understand our mutuality of need and salve...
Standing at the tempest end, I wonder if the exorbitant price paid was worth it.
Thomas Wan
Love is like taxis
They're everywhere when you don't need it
But nowhere to be found when you do
Luna Wrenn
you’ve stolen so much of my soul,
i’m still trying to remember who i was
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
β€œWe’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
Jayantee Khare

your pride tries to optimize
my persona, to suit your needs,
and if it doesn't, you criticize...
Yet, you're good enough...

your prejudice makes you
suspect even my good deeds,
and you demean me for them too....
Yet, you're good enough...

your control freakiness
makes you restrict me
even if i act right...
Yet, you're good enough...

your self centeredness
wants me to fit in the standards,
you define and ever-changing ...
Yet, you're good enough...

the veil of your hatred
doesn't let you see
my love and concern for you...
Yet, you're good enough...

Sometimes people have personality traits, difficult to deal with, but still they are good enough. Better to be grateful for their positive side
She has the spirit of a wolf that belongs to every man
Built a pack and conquered all crowns
Hides silently in every closet, worn as dress exquisitely covered with thorns
She gathers all with just a whisper, and rules over with a simple tug of the string
Michael Marchese
Edge of depravity
Are forming
I’m working
In circles
My night
Is the morning
And more
Appeals only
To substance abuse
My ambition
Is solely
Not yet to the noose
For tomorrow
Might see her
Appear on my screen
In some semblance
Of my
Serendipity dream
I don’t know how to love you.
He broke me down like
the longest math equation.
But, in the process of solving he found
no solution. Only lost numbers
memories stuck on the chalkboard.

You say you’re too broken too.
But now you’re here.
Confused and softened possibly
Definitely afraid.

And in this moment my mind
flushed with all of the feelings I kept in
my little locked box.
The cherishment I have for you and the
care and want that come along with
you. I wanted you. I want you.
But my brain tells me I don’t.

So my words are broken but my mind
is made up.

I want to be with you but you
don’t want to be with a
fβ€”- up.
I liked this boy for a long time. We dated for a bit but he didint like me so we ended things, we are still vERY close friends. I still like him to this day and I have since our relationship. He’s been really intimate lately and I set some boundaries because β€œhe doesn’t like me.” I also don’t know how to have any sort of contact with anyone because my ex boyfriend was so possessive of me so now any physical contact makes me think that people are being romanticβ€”which is obviously not the case. The guy I like is really touchy that’s why I put those boundaries. And today, he texted me and told me he now wants to go out, he didint ant to the first time because he had just gotten out of a breakup. But the way he said it was very vague. So, I didint want to asume anything, so I said β€œokay?” And he got very upset. Now I’m hoping things work out because I’m lonely and really like him. Let’s jsut hope my awkwardness doesn’t **** me.
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
I hate that my only experience of love,
Before now,
Was a demonstration of narcissisms bargaining chip.
The soul source of a narcissists food to feed the ego.
Because for a long time,
I was in deep belief that love was fleeting.
Here one second,
Non existent the next.
And devoid of any warmth falsely portrayed in movies, books and the lives of my friends.

I hate that I was conditioned to believe love was regimented.
Structured and strictly used to service you.

Affection was a mirage
Shown only when I must’ve needed a reminder to cling to false hope that this was real.

And while some romance films
Toy with the idea of some small sacrifices being involved
None ever quite explained that you had to forfeit your dreams for a narcissists ego.
Luckily, this was something you explained to me.
I should’ve graduated 3 years ago…

Despite your hard hard work to convince me love wasn’t real,
That I was nothing of worth.
I am being loved, shown I too can be supported, encouraged.
And I am stronger
And worthier
And happier
Than I think you are ever capable of feeling.

The hole you’ve dug is a deep one,
Get comfy before they fill it in.
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
Be like the rain
unafraid to fall

Be like the sun
shining light upon all

Be like the wind
helping others take flight

Be the brave new dawn
after the dark stormy night
Be all you can be
See all you can see
D all you can D ;)
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
I'm constantly reminded of the goodness
in the Lord
He is oh so awesome even when we're hurt
and sore
Just when I've been discouraged and in my
heart I'm feelin blue
He has a way to pick me up this God of me
and you
So if you get discouraged and you loose
your sight of him
My friend never give up hope just let our
savior in
If you need financial gain or whatever it
may be
He's standing right beside you now this
God of you and me
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.
Mark Parker
A tree falls in the forest,
and it doesn't make a sound.

A man yells in the forest,
and local wild life forms a mob.

A man falls in the forest,
and he doesn't make a sound.

A tree yells in the forest,
and we all run like hell.
Because I feel like the tree that falls in the forest.
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