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michael cera
i will never look at you the same,

nothing about you makes me sane.

i lost so much to your name.

blankets of time snowing over

things you tried to tame.

i have written for years

but the one that cant hear

is in front of a mirror.

i lived years for the guilt,

manifesting all the things that I felt.

until i lived for goodbyes,

and a way to get lost.
Eshwara Prasad
His poisoned heart was the epicenter of all unrest in the community where he lived.
This is a world
And it's not cold
It is warm and gentle

And I have so many friends
And I fell in love with Todd again
My family is nice and we all love

I am faithful and I love myself
I am a thankful optimist
And I have a drive everyday
A will to through all of it

In my fake life
fantasy is better than reality
i dont feel any pain in my fantasies
i only feel happy and satisfied
reality is suffering
jeffrey conyers
So, you live in luxury.
But where is the love?

You talk about your cars and jewelry.
But where is the love?
That affection that moves many things.
Or just maybe, you are selling happiness as a dream.

So, you in that mansion that many claims as joy.
But again, where is the love?

Which we all in life clamor for to come to us.

It's the one thing money just can't buy.
It buys thrills and trouble.
It just doesn't buy you love
Jake Phillips
( Eye Of The Hurricane )
-Jake Phillips

She has a high
That can brigh-ten
The universe.
When near I can’t resist
but to look over at her

Sure that’s weird
Kinda dumb

I feel like jelly out of water
When she’s gone

But her laugh
Her laugh
The greatest thing I’ve Heard
Was her laugh

It’s different

If she were to leave
For beyond

I’d weep like a baby
Tear on tear
A puddle
Of all the pain
Dark clouds and rain

She is the eye

Of the hurricane
Beckie Davies
There were people in every room
Inthe hallway
In the street
There was no where safe
No escape
No secret harbour
Eventually he found an alleyway
Wonderfully empty
Until he noticed the human canvas
Sitting crosslegged in the corner
That's the day he painted his first masterpiece
Thats the day that he met me
Certain things are bound to happen in life,
Whether you like them or not.
Eventually, you don't accept them,
But just get used to them.
Stay here together forever
Just like the same
Tom and Jerry
Cause felt you are different from others
And it feels good to be taken care of by someone else
So stay here together forever
Just like the same
Tom and jerry  
Don't forget that u promised
And promises are made to keep not to break
shake it off they say
    but they dont understand that trying to fight
                     your own mental illness
    is worse than finding a needle in a stack of hay.
           often i struggle to get through the day
B E Cults
we are all digging graves
under some distant hazy

the sun never really truly sets.

so what is left to
interject with when
anyone says something
about suffering
having no
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)
If only
You could see, me now,
And, not before.

If only
You, could have, met me now,
When my heart, wasn’t so sore.

If only
You could, be with me now,
You would, know that I’m better, than that then that time/day/night,
Then, things might…

If only
Thinking, things would, have had, a different outcome,
I thought, you might have been,  ‘A potential’ I now feel, quite numb.

If only
The ‘timing’ was right…
Or maybe it was, seeing me now?  
And not before.

If only
You could have, met me now,
As my heart, isn’t so sore.

If only
You could be there,
With me now,
You would know
By your side (as an equal),
With just me.

-If only

© By HF-Whisper
Stephen S
613 200 Hours
25 550 Days
13 Cars
11 Jobs
9 Dogs
6 Surgeries
5 Children
4 Grandchildren
3 Marriages
2 Siblings
1 Weary soul.
No regrets.
I don’t want to
Open my mouth
Because I’m still afraid
The truth might come out
And if it does
If it really breaks free
You’ll see what I am
You’ll see the true me
The one I hide
With jokes and lies
I’m a terrible person
All jokes aside
You don’t seem to know it
You don’t seem to see
Even a glimpse of that person
That I know to be me
I’m such a good actress
I hide it so well
Cover it with a laugh
And you’ll never tell
You see depth in my eyes
You see love and emotion
But what would you see
If I ever did open
I can’t bear to find out
I can’t bear to show
The me you don’t see
The me that I know
If I let it out
If I let it be
I know for a fact
That you would hate me.
To finish your own life by hand,
May seem like the right thing to do.
But to free yourself from this land,
Is to imprison those that love you.
Francie Lynch
620 000 is Unjust
620 000 + 1 is unjustly better.
The passing of a don. 😎
i adore cold weather.
But not for the fires,
Or the warmth of another person.
I find something beautiful about it,
And maybe even a bit lonely.
It reminds me of bittersweet loss,
And finding the strength to move on.
I write because it literally saved my life ...

I found myself in a dark place where the light never seemed to exist
A place where I was convinced I couldn't escape from

I write because that's when I actually feel understood

Writing feels better than just hearing "I'm sorry ", "I wish I could help" or just getting that blank stare they give you when they are trying to care

I write because this is how I understood myself finally
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.
all we know is the coolness and the tempest

before the latter comes
a laughter

nothing more

calmness ever the underscore

for in our mortal endurance

'twas the blessed gift
of warmth
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
it shouldn't hurt this much
to love you

even if it kills me

it's worth it

what have you done
you know this is a mistake
but it's too late

we've come this far
too late to go back

I'll always want you
but I can't have you
Betthia Mae
I saw you
Through the screen
On that second
Why did I think
It was meant to be

Now read from bottom to top.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Salmabanu Hatim
gathering fallen leaves
Crackling fire warms street family
chilly autumn nights
KV Srikanth
Life  just  a glance
Death  your destination
Become  the emperor of your own destiny
Keith Strand
Your lips

I'm drunk
on your salt

That beautiful
beautiful taste

did you drink
right before we kissed?

some saccharine
yet salty brew?

Have I been sedated?

I feel like prey
right before a wolf

as I must be

for I know
my purpose is to serve.
Mitch Prax
You can sit around
and hope that time
solves the puzzle,
or you can put
yourself back together.
Catch you on the
Blindside where your best
Tricks await me to take the wind
Right out of my sails and
Bait me to anger

You must not consider or
Really even think about or care
About my feelings but
You say you do and
Insist it is so
And so this
Sense in
Your world

That place where I’m searching
For your attention and reeling from
Condescension and the
Rejection created by
You and your priorities
Or is it the delivery
of your goodbyes
I don’t know

I swear to God
(Please help me)
I was about to write a
Happy poem about
Signs and Wonders
Summer’s Cauldron and
Other delights — even
This morning with the waning gibbous Moon, as She likes to keep company
With the rising Sun — these few days a month their romance blooms

Like ours — there are moments
Even a ******* foundation, baby
You said so yourself and I
Don’t understand, never
Did get your way of
And I’m
Today like a teen-
Aged girl who doesn’t yet
Know that this is the constant
State of Love, no fleeting passage of
Pain and whimsy tantrums like the
Ones well-fed toddlers have —
Those meltdowns the
******* likes of
Which you’ve

Don’t worry, though, apart from
A few brutal texts to you to threaten
You with my venom and lies
You won’t hear from
Me I can’t dwell
Here in this
Bubble of
And Hurt
I’ll go to
No place
And be
Yes, ******* again
For the
Livelong Day

Maximo Park “Going Missing”
David Adamson
I met a woman
brutal in her mercy.

Her embrace was a clinch
to prevent hard blows.
She pulled me close to push me away.
Seeing my nakedness
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.
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.
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

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
tells me that I’m alive
Sunset reminds me
that I lived
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
love me

love me

love me ?

Gavin Barnard
When I close my eyes I see...

I see orbs that are unlike
Yet reminds me off spider eggs.
I see impending, unavoidable doom.
I see nothing worth mentioning.
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.
Once upon a time
There was a prince
Lived in a castle full of happiness
With a family full of love.
Now.. the prince is gone
So is the happiness
And so is the love.
between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.
© d.a.dens
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