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 1160° 
Dean
when you sleep it's like you never cried,

breathing soft and steady, wet cheeks dried.



when you sleep it's like you never lost,

boundaries weren't broken and lines weren't crossed.



when you sleep it's like you're still there,

and you still smile and you still care.



when you sleep you look young as I,

no crease in your brow and no old worn sigh.



and so if sleep is death just being shy,

is it still so wrong,

to wish

to die?
This was made by yamiyurei
 211° 
C
I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.
 97° 
Mary Frances
I look at myself everyday
in the mirror and then realize
I've been given the most beautiful gift
I could ever ask for - my existence;
my chance of life;
my chance of love.
 95° 
Nat Lipstadt
<for my friends>

you may
wright me as needed,
you may
write me as oft as you desire,
and
we may
right each other
as often as
often needs definition

and I measure and define

often

in milliseconds!

p.s. ink and paper surrender to time, fire and water

these tiny bytes will likely live forever often somewhere.
My existence is like a million tiny stars,
All bright burst followed by infinite blackness.
It is supernovas then the space vacuum.
It would be  loud
If anyone could hear it.
 88° 
Words' Worth
The leaves fall
There is a light touch
Of uncanopied sun
Some people never find what they hope for. When they do, the journey is complete.
 83° 
Sarah Flynn
I wanted to tell you
that I was hurting,
and that all of this
was a cry for help.

I knew that
I needed help,

but I didn't tell you
because I wasn't sure
if I wanted it.
 72° 
Salmabanu Hatim
Never take death for granted,
It will come when you least expect it.
Be prepared.
26/10/2020
 61° 
jennifer delong
I like to take my memories for a walk
Every now and then
To chat and reminese
It's at times quite intense
But what isn't
To look back see from here
To chat and hear it again
Quite refreshing
I must admit
To take a walk with the memories
It's good every now and then

© Jennifer L DeLong 10/2020
 53° 
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
 51° 
Deadwood Jawn
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He wasn't. Thanks for understanding, Lydia.. Lydia is angry.. Someone's hurt him..
This is Lydia speaking.
 51° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 47° 
m
i was too young to care
i'm old enough now to never forget
i miss you
I'm getting closer to calamity
where stars collide with infinity
the galaxy is not a place to be
especially if you're me.
She was stuck
in endless cycles
it seemed to her
more harm than good
to be a girl
in this world
 41° 
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
 40° 
JR
I find myself in a dark place
It falls quiet
Surrounding me with its silence
Waiting for my surrender
To be one with the dark
If I am still
I won’t be noticed?
If I just don’t move I’ll have one more moment to remember

Remember when my parents took me to the park
Remember when my siblings hugged me
Remember! Just Remember!

Remember that love that was given to you
And could never be taken away
Because you will not surrender it
It will make a path
Break the surrounding darkness
And all you will hear is the beautiful light that you remember
I really don't know if this counts as a poem but I wrote it and I wanted to put it out there. Its meant for someone who just needs to remember that you have a path. You have a future. What your path will be made of is up to you. Whats at the end will be the greatest thing ever because you chose that path. When I think of my path in life I see is as a gold river. I know what I see for my own reasons. I hope you do too.
 35° 
E
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
 35° 
Nat Lipstadt
the remains of the day, of lost chances, opportunities gone astray
and now irretrievably demised, a quiet day, of writing, thinking,
letting emotional waters fall over me, draining away the oils of mischance and in the few minutes before the morrow commences, the eyes tear, and the heart too, for there is so much pain and confusion that cannot be done away...and there are needs unmet...one feels lost by a wayside, at a remote railway station, awaiting a once-a-day train, that is always late...

Accused of being generous, and my guilt at this false accusation, makes me tremble, for what I wish for all of you, is the small and the greatest, both be satisfied, but not by taking, but by giving...my poor clarity pains me, but I compose not knowing the secret chords required to please...but my thoughts are of you, alone, solely, my concerns have fallen to a siding. We are all so far from each other in physical distancing, yet so oft, when you write in poem, in message, in shotgun short comments, you evoke my depths, provoke my raw, unprotected, unmasked emotions to rise up from gorge and abyss...hear your cries, the spoken and the ones between the lines, well hid in the spaces between the words, where the kernels and the residuals of the important things exist.

it is almost 11:59pm, July 8th. it is already tomorrow for many of  you who race ahead of time’s relentless measuring, and for some the evening young, you puzzled at this nearly midnight missive, will wonder what has.overcome me.

pure unadulterated emotional fluids, many flavored, washing away the veneers, the coverings, and wanting to fix things that my intelligence says you cannot, yet the urgency of my desire is so great, that I can barely swallow.

perilous close to revelatory disclosures, I will cease here, seize here, what cannot be spoken of, and to think upon the notion of a successful life, it’s constitution, composition and break off pieces of me, that I can give away to you freely to patch the holes, mend the readings, via the ether of skin comforting even if imaginary.

I am drifting into the tender part of the night, when deceit is pointless, and I argue with conviction with myself that in our lives that it will never be too late, but I know I contradict my prior musing...somewhere between the fact that time is a wasting commodity, precocious and precious, lives this idea within, that there is nothing that cannot be navigated, recompensed, even forgiven...the argument goes on, the tide of battle switching back and forth, and for now I must be satisfied with the meagerness of I can’t give up, be at ease by acknowledging defeat, not just yet, and the fast arrival of a clean slate is a chance, a draw, a ticket to ride, and, reaching is a wonderful idea, full of compromise, extra effort, and tomorrow I may yet reach one of us, by reaching inside of what churns within, and have the perfect words you require, desperate need, come forth easily...
 31° 
Chicken
He was the idiot
That I couldn’t shake
The breath
That I couldn’t stand
And when he finally went
I was secretly glad, though I did
A grand job
Of pretending.
For everyone who ever ended a ****** relationship, and they just wouldn’t go away. It drags out, but they go in the end once their demands and unreasonable expectations no longer get met.
 30° 
tainted black
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
 29° 
Eric the Red
3 Years of a ship out to sea
Declares never to return
Search parties dispatched
Souls lost to the bottom of the sea...

You’ll find me still at the wheel
In the plunge
Cold dark
Sea

Awaken what could never die
Hold me your mermaid arms
Pull me from this wreckage
Take out my splinters
Send up our flag

Adrift in waters
Nighttime sky
Whisper you love me
One more time...
 29° 
LJ
pen
thing is,
most of us here

write,
not to impress
but to express

that's why i love it here.
 28° 
Jeremy Stacy
We commonly lay in curiosity and think consciously of biology and astronomy, how people get lost in the monotony,
how lives may change with more autonomy,
how to unravel human psychology and use the knowledge responsibly, how to create comradery and use this to increase the velocity
between two people caught in an apology to listen to the other audibly, sometimes the conversation ends in despondency but I’d rather live in truth with you than in dishonesty
 27° 
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
 27° 
JDMaraccini
Deep asleep my heart stops beating
why am I here this is a mistake
Lost in darkness my skin is freezing
I fell asleep but did I wake

I do remember a porcelain plate
I held a cup I ate and drank
Hemlock soup with a Death Cap steak
Oleander tea with a Ricin cake
Poisonous dreams betrayal and scheming
Was it dinner that sealed my fate

Looking down I am not breathing
I feel no sorrow if it ends today
I see her face but she's not speaking
as I drift into the dark decay
© JDMaraccini 2020
 26° 
Maria Mitea
Unread my buried poems
in worldly words of mouth
Unread the drops of water
from spilled ink on the ground

The breath of mouth
You unread when covered
with the dying roses
unread the doubts
unread the doubts
unread the doubts
of the mouth

Unread the walls of caves
from tongues of creepy lions
Unread the burning love
when falling on the clouds
In dusty foam unread
Unread the words of mouth
 24° 
REY
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 like *******.
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.
 24° 
Rich Hues
Financially Independent,
Retiring Early,
She grabbed the world
By the short and curly;
Her middle name Danger
She lived life on the edge,
Kept her own chickens,
Grew her own veg,
In wellington boots
With her hair in a braid
And by men half her age
Was regularly well
Laid.
 24° 
JL Smith
It's been said,
If you love something
Let it go

So you did
And I'm free,

But I'll return
Knowing

You love me

© JL Smith
 24° 
100 Proof Poetry
I apologize for my being
Such a waste of love to you
 23° 
Wanderer
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops
I LOVE YOU

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
 23° 
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.
 23° 
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.
 21° 
Chelsea
I dreamed we lived in Paris

You made it real
And I made it habitable

Giddy conversations in broken language

Upstairs and down sides streets

So much frivolous love

But the sun rose

Again

About as far West as you can go

And you and me?

We’ll never have Paris.

But oh, mon cheri

The dream of it.
 20° 
Luiz
some                   I
     say                     call
           it's                   It        
                poetry.          oxygen.


I write, therefore I am.
 20° 
v
frozen to death
its all i can see
smoke in the ear calls to my feens
Im here and Im there
making it hard to breathe
back and forth
falling up but always jumping back down

why or what can make this be seen.
 20° 
August
hey.
so, there was this one day, a few years ago.
i think you know which one i'm talking about.

listens for a moment

right! and i tripped-
that hasn't changed, i'm still a klutz-
and you grabbed my hand and dipped me
just the way your mama taught you in second grade
and pretended to kiss me?

listens for a moment. laughs

yeah. that was the day i knew you'd always be around.
so, even though you're leaving now...

sighs

whether or not you want to...

turns around, paces for a moment

i know you're not really leaving.
because you're still...

listens, rolls eyes

yeah, i know it's corny, but it's true.
you're still right here.

taps chest, right over heart

you can't leave that.
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