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Hamed Accerly
Most seek pleasure in love
Many gain pain instead
but for pure love, from loved one
It's hard to recognize pain from pleasure.
for the first time
since the last time
i think i stopped missing you
Kira Davis
I am trapped
Halfway to heaven, infinites upon infinities disguised as stars.

I just want to feel like I’m more than the dark and empty space between them.
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.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
empty seas
the stars are bleeding
golden wisdom from the sky
drips down to us below

i open my arms wide
stare up at the dizzying darkness
and let the stars and universe
help me do what’s right
i am at a crossroads
Some days will crash
And burn
And flames will rage
And hail reigns, and all you can do is bruise

Please just be patient
It’s only one day
Tomorrow all your pain will be ancient history
You may feel broken
But please know that it’s not the end
You still have time to smile
You still have time to mend
Don Francisco Luis
people are as false
as my teeth
Dr Peter Lim
Night. Stars. After-rain
the trees have had their share
of tears. Music dies. The sea moans
muted are voices with nothing to declare-

passionate past kisses I remember
now I could find her nowhere
long ago one summer night she whispered
in my ears-- I still can smell the fragrance of her radiant hair.
* inspired by Dorothy Parker and Chopin's 'Nocturne'
you say am single
you avoiding the other
to aware
If you are a woman
single is meant that you practice
only Feminine in you and
avoiding Masculine..
Bring small portion of masculine
you will be attracted to male
We are always double
with male and female energy
balance both.
Endless bliss....
James Khan
holiest of feelings-
theologies sniffle
as edicts change,
accessing death
Man follows behind-
his mob downfallen.
These lines are anagram couplets. Each pair is a reinterpretation of itself.
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.
Deb Jones
We are the made up of a lifetime of experiences, and while there may be those moments and events that change our lives forever, they are still tempered and molded by all the rest.
Little did she know,
I love her
and the chaos
in her heart.
Ethan R Mingay
The world stopped spinning
when I saw your face.
I could taste the hurt you left on my lips
when you left your lips on his.
I could feel the wound split and tear
as if your knife’s still in.
I could sense the burn from within my heart
to ask a thousand questions.
But all I did was sit and stare
and hurt
and ache
and wonder.
i seek the pleasure in pain
society gives me a shot of morphine

i cant even feel pain?


cant feel life

hurt me if it makes you happy
i feel nothing
there's always two sides to things
like a coin
there's heads and tails.

nothing would exist if there were no sides
everything has another side
the moon
everyday objects,
and especially

us humans have both sides
whether it'd be physical
or mentally.

a sample of that idea is something like this:

the girl is sad
the girl is happy
the girl has deep desires no one knows about
the girl acts her emotions
the girl has lots of secrets
the girl is cheerful
the girl is pure
the girl has both sides.

Mirror on         the wall

Why can't                         I recognise

my reflec                              tion at all?

I recognise the                    face and skin

But not the                       personality

within             within

Oh Mirror mirror

On the wall

Tell me





Welp I tried my best to make this look like a mirror and I failed horribly :]

And yes the mirror I made is certainly not at a wall ;]
If your poem touches at least one person's heart, then it becomes more than a poem
Jason James
People constantly trying to **** me.
The voices of John Barnaby and the peanut gallery in my head, nine years and I'm not dead yet.
Just more cautious,
And more aware,
But living here,
At least it's not boring.
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.
don’t crush his heart just because you want his pieces to fit into yours
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
Lee Aaun
There are feelings,
I haven't
discovered yet.
My soul needs time
to come across
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.
Tanay Sengupta
Rain on me,
For I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
For I am too tired and I need sleep.
This world is a herd and I cannot be its sheep.

Rain on me,
And show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me,
It has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me,
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.

Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.
I came up with this while I was watching the rain from my window, a few days back. I hope you like it.
Pure of Stars
i say i’m fine
but you should see me
late at night
all alone
i am
Glen Castillo
Sabi nila,kapag nahanap mo na daw ang tunay na pag-ibig ay nahanap mo na rin ang iyong langit dito sa lupa. Kaya't naniniwala akong langit din ang maghahatid sa'yo patungo sa akin. Pero naiinip na akong maghintay,at nanghihinayang sa bawat sandaling lumilipas na hindi ko man lang magawang hawakan ang iyong mga kamay sa mga panahong kailangan mo ng karamay.Na hindi ko man lang magawang damayan ka kung dumadanas ka ng lumbay.Alam kong katulad ko,pakiramdam mo minsan ay binitawan ka na din ng mundo.Kaya't patawarin mo ako kung sa mga pagkakataong nararanasan mo yan ay wala ako d'yan para ikaw ay aking ma-salo. Kung totoong ang pag-ibig at ang langit ay may malalim na kaugnayan sa isa-t isa,malakas ang kutob ko na tayo din ay iginuhit na katulad nila. Minsan na din akong nagtanong,saang sulok ng langit ka kaya naroroon? Malapit ka kaya sa araw? O marahil nasa tabi ka lang ng buwan,na sa tuwing sasapit ang dilim ako ay binabantayan.Kaya pala kahit saan ako magpunta ako'y lagi niyang sinusundan. Pero maaari din na ika'y kapiling ng mga bituin na kay daming nais mag angkin. Kay palad kong pagdating ng araw ikaw ay napa sa-akin. Kaya habang wala ka pa,ako muna ay magiging kaisa ng mga mabubuting kawal ng ating bayan. Makikidigma kung kinakailangan,ipaglalaban kung ano ang makat'wiran. Upang sa iyong pagdating ay malaya nating tatamasahin ang payapang buhay. Kaya habang wala ka pa ako'y taos puso kung manalangin sa ating may likha. Na paghariin niya nawa ang kabutihan sa aking puso bilang isang tao at higit sa lahat ay bilang kanyang anak , upang sa sandaling tayo'y pagtagpuin ako rin sa iyo ay magiging isang mabuting kabiyak. Hindi pa man tayo nagtatagpo,nais kung malaman mo na laman kang palagi ng aking panalangin. At habambuhay kong itatangi ang iyong pag-ibig na siyang dahilan kung bakit maka ilang ulit kong nanaising mabuhay. Nais kong ipagsigawan sa mundo na iniibig kitang wagas,ngunit mas mamatamisin kong hintayin ka at kapag naglapat na ang ating mga dibdib,ibubulong ko sa'yo na ikaw ang aking daigdig. Maghihintay lang ako,habang wala ka pa.

© 2018 Glen Castillo
All Rights Reserved.
Pag-ibig sa tatlong salita (IKAW,BAYAN at DIYOS)
Mystic Ink Plus
Her Spark
His Bliss
Her Smile
His Peace
Her Grace
His Muse
Her Vibes
His Spur
Her Future
His Dream

Her Goal
His Goal
And they call it eclipse
Genre: Romantic Observational
Theme: Less is more
i've never been good at running
maybe that's why it took me this long

to finally be free of you

to finally stop running from you

...and away from you.
"How are you?"

"I’m fine."

fine, fine like mother’s china,
breaking with a touch.
fine, fine like a fair maiden,
for whom only tragedy awaits.
fine, like the thread of life,
flimsy and anxious.
I’m fine,
Love is fake
Romance is a lie
I will be alone
Until the day I die
I'm always going to be alone.
Nothing so deadly as can be
A triangle built of three
You, Her & He
Explosive combination as can be

A look and a glance
One more or two
Turn into romance
One not meant for you

Clouds of red, crimson red
Start with that look, it’s dread
One loves, one keeps, one’s bed
Culminates in blood, it’s said

So harmless at the time
But a die is cast
One’s feelings, worth naught a dime
Open the bore, end with a blast

Unholy, One’s hoof tracks
Left upon the floor
Oozing, ******* chest
Slamming door

Clothed in black
Skin, a pall
Laying on backs
Three days, no stall

Motorcade in procession
Could it’ve been foretold?
A mere lovers’ obsession
A story from time of old

An urge begun within
Started softly in the eye
Ended, where it all begins
From a soft forbidden sin
Piyush Gahlot
That pure innocent smile,
Your childish face and that side profile,
Your silky hair and that perfect hairstyle,
Would never forget you.
**** I miss you!

The touch of your smooth skin,
That beautiful little chin,
Your blushy cheeks and that grin,
Still I adore you.
**** I miss you!

Those big dope eyes,
That ****** nose ,
Those size 7 feet and pinky toes.
Your medications and Ayurvedic dose.
Wish again to feel you.
**** I miss you!

Baby I still remember,
that freezy December,
The day we fell off the scooter,
Your ****** buggy computer.
Our first date and the perfect kiss,
That raining night we spent in balcony
When you burnt the toast and macrony,
That birthday card you made me,
Helping in projects and assignments,
You taking care when I got sick,
I recall all those perfect memories of you,
still there's a place for you,
**** I miss you!

I wish you would have waited,
I would have come back,
But I can't blame you,
It was me who needed the space,
The fault is my OWN!
So I am the one left ALONE! :'(
I miss every cell of your body,
every second spent with you,
every moment in your arms,
Every bite I had with you.
I ******* miss the whole of YOU.
m lang
when will i stop
making playlists about you?
writing poetry about you?

when i realize
         there is no you.
there was you.

and when you were you,
i wasn't me.

so really,
our love no longer exists.
          we no longer exist.

and now-
now i feel myself letting you go.
Messy Thoughts
most people see me as
a happy person because
i laugh easily,
i smile a lot,
i joke a lot.

but deep down
in my heart,
i am fragile,
i can get hurt easily,
but i choose to not
show it to the world.

instead of being sad,
i choose to laugh to cover it.
maybe you can call me
"the queen of the mask"

by this,
you can tell
that most of the time
when I'm laughing,
I'm not really laughing,
i was trying so hard to hide
my sadness.
You love me
But do not know
How to love
Why are most of the memories from my childhood, allways the bad ones?

Guess you really only forgive not forget
My life’s pretty hard but everyone thinks it’s reslly well perfect. If only they knew...
Anonymous D


Rock bottom.
is a never ending poem
written in erratic lines
which mostly doesn't
but sometimes rhymes.
Roses want blood,
delicacy, and

Flowers want life,
Love, and

Doomed are those
who treat their roses
as if flowers
until drought

Long live those
who treat their flowers
as if roses
until downpour
know your botany
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