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Laksmi Dewi
Each day
I have this urge
To drown myself into the deep dark river

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine"

No, I'm hurting

I'm hurting because of you

"Okay, I love you"

"I love you too"

No, you don't

You wouldn't do this, you wouldn't hurt me

You don't love me, you just don't want the others have my attention

You don't love me, you just want to feel needed
what do you want?

the money
the fame
the ***?

the name
the brains
and a heavy pay-check?

do you want the lies
the rage
the meaningless objects?

or can you tell
it is a facade
to shame
your intellect?
Sleepless , wanting to sleep less
Do more , see more , be more
Wanting to hear less , feel less , fear less
All because of more , I just want it
I know it’s out there for me to grab and that’s one thing I don’t want to be ..
Please do not get me out this darkness,
I am not in depression,
please do not get me out of this aloneness,
this is my heart, where your memories go on a procession.
I'm brOKen
Desire is dope
I might get addicted, I find
If I become dependant
And let it take over my mind

It would become my everything,
I would want nothing else
I would take desperate measures
To feed the cravings of myself

I don't think I want to go down that path
And when you ask, sweep it under the rug
Desire is dope, but no thanks,
I don't do drugs.
Don't do drugs, kids
i did it
i hurt you and myself
go me
ill go now
dont question it
My room is like my mind
In order now,
Chaotic next,  
A continuous cycle of beauty and mess
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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
it’s only eight,
and everything has faded.

it’s only eight,
and you’re not in my arms.

it’s only eight,
eight minutes past my bedtime.

it’s eight,
i’m awake,
stars twinkle,
a bright sprinkle,

it’s only eight,
oh, dreams?
i’ll dream alone.
thanks to the basketful of maybe's
i collected
when we were one
it would seem
i'd be well equipped to deal
with the next one's indecisiveness

oh well.
Only four letters
and simply one syllable;
such a dreadful word.
D Arvizu
A moonlit dance,
filled with new romance.
It's been years
since the the sparks began.
Feelings have spread,but they have often fled.
We have come
and we have left.
Yet here we are,
your hand in my hand.
I'm captured again.
you have my heart.
to the one who had my heart first
The amount of hate
I feel for you is so great
But so is the love
So pure like a dove

Like reading a good book
That is missing a page
Giving you one look
Just fills me with rage

But then i fall
When i hear you speak
Cause your voice is beautiful
And makes my knees weak

Everything i feel for you
Is a contradiction
I hate that i love you
My sweet addiction
abigail j s
and i must strive
to remind myself
of Your love
(patient and overwhelming
and profound)
every morning
so i do not lose sight
of the vibrance
of living.
written August 13, 2018.
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.
there was no poem neath my pillow

no poem on my tongue, none from eye envisionaries, no dew gift from my grassy emissaries, parting residue of an unknowable finger touch

nothing stirring, the mother muses mushing their shushing noises,
only breathy quietude, an airy surround sound tissue,
the cadence of intermingled hearts, the mother and the child

two awakenings, one instantaneous, the other restless unhurried slow, but within an impatience to intersect,
the overlap is love stars crossing,
impatience weaponized to make
momma aware her companions refreshed status,
a needy for love’s suckling,
embrace of fresh baked smiles from hot heartedly hearth furnaces

thus a-born a new poem, a welcomed well coming, in words,
the alliance of alliterated words from the interlacing of the mother’s chest heaving and the sniffling joy of a five year old boy reimagining the dreams that crossed from mother to son, and back again, requiring composition and joint authorship of them

the only and only true authentic authorship,
mother and child, their owned unique
duality of singularity
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
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.
John Doe
I heard  a song not long ago and it made me think of us.

The song ended and that to made me think about us.
i can still feel the electricity inflicted by your touch
i can still taste all your lies on my lips
but we were not meant to be.
and all i can think about is

are you finally happy?
You’re not invisible, only see through...
Baylee Kaye
I’m always afraid
afraid of losing my heart
and my heart is you
forget nothing of what they say

for the words they hold are lies masked by nothing but paper thin lanterns

forgive them for you are not going to fill yourself with the poison of anger

as hard as it may be.

one day i will say goodbye and never look back.
wrote this when i was really tired. trying to teach myself how to forgive "friends" and who keep hurting me, even when i really dont want to. its important to forgive people even when they do garbage things and say things that hurt your feelings so im trying.
Tired of being taken
second best,
she tweaked first
just a little bit,
and came up with
a mighty fist...!
Life is a matter of perspective
And happiness is a choice
But the smile I paint upon my face
Doesn't mask the sadness in my voice
Just because I know joy is inside me
Doesn't mean I feel it in my heart
I search for peace every single day
But finding it is the hardest part
It comes so easy for others
As it did to me once before
It's not that what I have isn't enough
It's that I used to have so much more
If you can't find happiness in the ugliness you won't find it in the beauty
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.
For you.
Maryan Abdi
The ceiling grew in size.
My vision became blurred.
I began to see nothing but black.  
I struggled to move.
My body felt as if it was being constrained.
I couldn’t speak.
My voice was gone.
I couldn’t do anything.
I felt helpless.
I felt paralysed.
I wish I could fall asleep and never wake up
I’ve been getting closer and closer to that goal by the day
No one has noticed my lack of mental turn-up
Forever and ever in bed I’ll lay
In celestial harmony—
As will we
If only we
Can keep
Our heads up,
Hearts high
Towards the sky
We descended from
Eric Martin
Death is coming
It's coming fast
No use in running
Life wont last

But while you still have your freedoms
Before that day
Make peace with your demons
Before you burn away
Kate Pruneau
Glad to know my trauma is art to you

My symbol of weakness

Your interpretation
Richard Smith
The voices speak
Some are not friends
I sometimes wonder
When is the end
I go to sleep
Awake each morning
To the clamour
Of them returning
Never knowing silence
Can I ever know peace
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.
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