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JR Fay
I’ve Come Undone

Once upon a time, I
was tightly woven.
A part of the fabric of society but now.
Now I’m frayed. A loose thread.
Pull on me and it will all come
Semi-literate Poet
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
My fall,
Expected it was,
I could not take it,
It broke me apart.
Unable to put together
My shattered self
I could not gather my wits
And sought refuge
In the darkness
I had long ago discarded.
I need not have sought Light,
It hurt me
For having seen too much,
For being aware of self
And for knowing the known.
Angelo Iudici
Remove my pain

Undo my silence
Cease the violence
Abstain the bane

Forever Change
Always Remain
Leave me never

get better
Spicy Digits
I know you've done your best
So rest
But don't forget to grow
Season's bounty
On show, and yet here we are
And here I am for you
That's just what I do

In lieu of joyful progeny
The story unfolds at length
You gave birth to life
So that life could raise you
"What doesn't **** one must make one stronger."
Perhaps I broke that rule- I still feel weak.
Does this mean the struggle will last longer?
I have lost the will to fight anymore
My wounds aren't healing, they've become too sore.
So I roam around earth, half-dead, alive
Dreaming of a future that isn't bleak
Knowing I can't live, I'll only survive.
There is often less danger in the things we fear than in the things we desire. - John C. Collins
Go ahead, wise one
Keep on treating me like a child
Go ahead, wise one
Like you're a special being who's get it right
Go ahead, perfect being
Who's never feared anything
Go ahead, perfect being
Putting words in my mouth like you know everything
Go ahead
Keep treating me like I'm less then you
But please, don't come crying when I give it all back like you do

- A calm ocean still can drown you
Rocco Sylvestrie
Broken promises that you’ve to given me
  Have caused me to  live a life
      A life lacking my word

Expectations died, before birth
        Trying to **** the pain before it hurts
Carlo C Gomez
"Every survivor of ****** assault deserves to be heard, believed, and supported."

Rainwater of
the Elysian fields,
you assuredly do
like to drown your winged heroines?
You write them as strange
bitter narratives,
spurious to the calling
or as a bit of
bloodletting go.

The history formed around either
her breaking at the seams
upon the witching hour,
and her own home village
pillaging her claims
in the bonfire;
Or the arcane notion
no woman shall give testimony
against a neighbor
on the occasion he's a man.

Yes, she cried no at the temple gate
Yes, she repeated such entreaties
But she'd also been into the ale
and wore an overtly
fetching carousal dress
you incensed.
Let her dam break
Let her try and flood us over
you mocked.
She was only a wayfaring angel
one reckless bird of passage
What type of wounds
could she inflict?

How easily you lost sight
of her will & halo
becoming stronger than fright.
Down she poured in antipathy,
until covering your gaping mouth!
It wasn't rain that killed you,
for you were the rain,
it was her blood calling out
that finally did you in...
When it comes to ****** assault and/or harassment, a woman's voice needs to be listened to and believed.

Inspired by the poem "Dark Sky, One Star," by fellow HP writer Ashly Kocher.
Emma Price
You may be perfect on paper,
but you had no problem kissing her
~much love
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
of a sugar high
But really,
I was just being
if I am not bipolar
then I cannot be saved
He looked at her like she was the sun,
in that, he never looked at her except in frustration.
Basking in her warmth; complaining in its absence,
still, looking at her fails his minute admiration.

On days when she feels strong, he hid
on moments that she is muted, infuriating.
He never looked, that he never did
not until she was already leaving.

And in the crimson landscape that she had left behind,
the beautiful sunset, burning the oceans of yore
With a pang of regret from the back of his mind
He wondered, why he had never seen her before
Inspired by a Tumblr post
Racheal Rodriguez
We all made mistakes in are life
Stop repeating them
Pick yourself and
Fix your life.
Only you could do it.
There’s no one else could do it for you.
But you
Golden honey
Drip down my spine
Love me
Until your breath sweetens what’s left of mine
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
Chaniya Cameron
the begging
the pleading
of the flesh
a seducing song
vibrations resonate
will you obey the heat?
let it rise?
the taste, the odor
a dangerous game
will you let it release?
dancing in the flame
your insatiable appetite will only
Do you dance in the flame? Tempting it to burn you up?
Time plays games
with me and
          she’s been winning
On an off-kilter axis,
Atlas, the world is spinning
a little too fast

It’s been months
already since I
          shed my masks

still somehow I’m surprised
it doesn’t show
how bright
I am
newborn it’s-a-baby-girl pink
                                                       (ar­e you excited?)
smooth skin meets the
peeling away scales grown
denying myself

You promised, Momma,
you’d never be embarrassed
how could you be
I mean
I am new-born-baby-girl pink
light and airy          
                          not so sure
                          its a sure thing
                          you’ll see


the truth is that I
don’t have to
open my mouth
               to be

                            and somehow

that makes it all

              a little

Eldon Wangdee
Crowed with people and music behind me plays circles by post malone
Stood at the corner
Was humming to myself,
Saw you playing with her *******,
Kissing her red lips,
Just stood still
Everything froze when you saw me standing at the corner of the room
The party plays memories
Couldn’t move ,
Saw you rushing to me,
The numbness and your explanations was the painful in my chest.
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover

It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
Swing open the gates and allow the herds to run free into the roaming pastures of my heart.
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit

if my mind
was the universe
thoughts of you
would be the
stars that fill it
beyond measure

Rubén Darío
Puede una gota de lodo
sobre un diamante caer;
puede también de este modo
su fulgor oscurecer;
pero aunque el diamante todo
se encuentre de fango lleno,
el valor que lo hace bueno
no perderá ni un instante,
y ha de ser siempre diamante
por más que lo manche el cieno.
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
Be the moon
and inspire people
even when you're far from full
Lexington Warner
not the flower but
the bee kissing
rosebuds, making
living things

no sunrise on
mountains but
the sun
herself, every
flame burning fierce
sploding gainst
the sky

not an ocean but
a stream softly
and rescuing
the lonely
the lost

not forever
but tragically
and every
you are here
i will be
what i am -
the pollen,
the planets,
the wanderer,
the poet -
dedicated to
Wala ba akong karapatan mapagod?
Rinig na rinig ko ang hiyaw ng aking kaluluwa
Gustong-gusto ko, pero hindi pwede

Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang kapaguran ko
Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang sakit
Dinadaan na lang sa biro at libog
Sa halakhak at ngiti
Sa mga sigawan at kwentuhan
Sa kalungkutan at panloloko sa sarili
Ito'y ang aking araw-araw

Kay sarap isipin
Kay sakit marinig
Pero sana'y makahiga, pikit, at idlip rin

At kahit minsan sana'y
Maramdaman ko ulit
Ang tunay na kapayapaan
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
I can’t form my words
into sentences,
So try to write a song
but forgive me if it’s off key,
I’m not that talented.
People are imperfect.
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 too *******.
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.
none of this was ever real
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
We are all broken here
A little misunderstood

We are mighty strong
We persevere in the dark

Bring on the raging storms
The wind and the rain
We are built from many tears
We are survivors of the pain

We strive for the lighter path
We always need the truth
We will never be cruel
For we know abuse

We were the innocent
The gullible and naïve
To believe at one time
We could be tattered hearts
Sewn upon each sleeve

Now we will amaze
As we stand tall on the ground
Because we have scars
It makes us
Beautiful and Profound
i thought i could let you go,
yet you pour out of me
each time i pick up this pen.
i guess i just wanted
to love you
a little
l o n g e r.
- ****.
honey tumbled from her lips
her kisses dusted with powdered sugar
even the stars
at the softest of her silken sighs
BJ Donovan
I had it all perfectly balanced
  on a tightrope above the silent
  crowd. My pros and cons kept in
  an orbit my god would approve.
  *****, drugs, just enough to keep
  this meager thing going another
  day. Mild mannered in light, Poet
  by night rolling down a drunken
  path to fame or anonymity. I
  wake more unsteady each day.
J Rodriguez
Every female at some point in some relationships ask them selfs am I that bad ? Am I not enough? Why is he trying to change me now ? Why do I try my best and it’s still not enough? Am I to fat? Why is everything about him ? Why don’t I feel important sometimes ? One thing I will say is if can’t accept you the way you are he is not worth it and for mans that go through the same remember you are worth it and more sometimes u need to change the person you are with not your self maybe just a little but whatever makes you feel better do it for your self not because someone is forcing you to .
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