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I love you because
You mourn a basement flat I never knew
Because your hair resembles monastery gold
And because you love old poems

I love you because
You listen to the words of tiny children
And because your belly is a mountain
You let me climb whenever it pleases me

I love you because
Together naked we are able to defy mirrors
You gave me the son I always wanted and because
I am unable to find the perfect words to fill this page
mila splawska
some people find heaven in
a smell, a taste or a sound
i found heaven in
my love
Allow me not to forget
let me pour this pain
until i exhaust myself
with the impossible idea of you

Allow me not to forget
the fragments of yesterday
the stars have witnessed it
the moonlight beams for it
as you slowly
held my hand
"im not in love with you anymore."
i have a thin drop of water
between my thumb and index finger
that i play with when it rains;
you leap through the warmth
that comes with your tall summers;
everywhere i look, everyone is the same,
moving, writhing in the heat.
i am jealous. i am still. i am cold.
i am here,
in my southern winter,
my fever of snow.
Emily M
As I sit here,
Alone in my own thoughts,
I cannot help but wonder;
Am I ever truly alone?
No, I dare not say,
Alas, if I do not,
I fear my heart may explode,
Shattering me into a million pieces,
As my soul cries out in bewailment.

- Emily M
September 6th, 2018
A little older, but here it is.
but these are blooming thoughts,
so treat them as so—
admire their beauty as they continue to grow
slowly but surely,
we will come to know
if our love is a white or red colored rose.
And **** anyone
Who likes
The best high I’ve ever felt
Is the one I get when you tell me
You love me
I love you so much
There's a difference between
lonely and alone
lost and searching
The sea of my mind shifts
and the change
causes ships to flood
leaving them to sink
"you're aiming to high" he said
"you're being unrealistic"
those were the cries of his insecurities as it ate him away
never let his self doubt discourage you queen
Pearl smoke
Suicidal thoughts
Have been  entering my
Mind uncontrollably.

& I’m not scared anymore
Becca Nelson
Please don't hate me
Please dont turn away from me
Please dont leave me alone to rot

That's all I can do in my mind
All I can manage to do
Is beg to not be abandoned
"I remember your eyes —
          the babe at my breast;
your hand in mine, grass-stained with summer —
          my blackberry brother;
your laughter in my ear —
          my dearest friend of childhood;
your palm steady on my shoulder —
          my storm-laden father;
your iridescent grin —
          my golden-moon uncle;
your cavernous sigh —
          my agéd grandfather;
your breath in my lungs —
          my truest Lover."

Passing through
from form to form,
known from all angles,
lifetimes before lifetimes,
legs spread like a feast,
time and again
to be found.

All the stars
upon which I've wished,
bow down
from the heavens
at your feet:
amnesiac wanderings,
dusty prints
sleepwalking across Eternity
clutching the summer haze of childhood Edens
lost and regained
in the fractured paradise
of forgetting.

The cups run over
with sunflower wine,
dripping melancholy
between the lines
of the myths wherein we reside:
kings, queens, and in-betweens,
re-read, relived
for eons over.

The light has changed,
but falls the same,
draping ghosts
in the last smoke
from yesternight's embers,
the last note
from the bard's lyre,
fluttering lips to lips
at home in every language,
on mortal breath.

Dashed against the rocks,
tales and songs
lay scattered throughout the cobwebbed tomes.
From the ink-painted scrolls
I pick apart
You whom I've known
from the Time-spun spectres
throbbing fractals of blood and bone
along the murkiness
of sunken Archetypes.

Savoring these traces
my embrace waxes full,
and you smile inside me —
the sun, moon, and stars
rising, setting, rising
as I turn inwards to face You
bursting into Light beyond Color.

The Rainbow implodes in spirals
and shade fades to White:
yawning after comets,
grasping after dreams
where we dissolve back
to our native æther,
tails winding through trails,
gentle and reverent
as one would a wild animal,
robed in silent understanding.

Primal grief floods my eyes
with memories of dying gods
and love-murders.

For already do I know
as tears flow
birthing galaxies throughout the universe;
already do I know
that again we must go
there and away,
paper cranes set aflame,
set adrift
down the Milky Way.

Adrifting, we drift
to and fro,
the lantern prayers of another time
washing ashore
lightyears from home
in the cycle of salvation.

Questions and answers
make their rounds
in dialogues beyond querent-observer,
while demons and angels hang,
warnings and accolades
pinned to adorn the astral forests.

And primal grief
blinds my eyes
as again Time stretches before me
its labyrinthine coils
into the gloom
of Presents
past and future.
Pathways shine,
painful and familiar
where my glittering footprints
have paced the geometrics
of loss and searching:
the light has changed,
but darkness falls the same.

Every atom remembers my name,
traversing after fragments of You
rent asunder at the hands of Fate:
Isis after Osiris,
***** after Baldr,
and us
everything we have been
and everyone,
chasing ourselves in circles
around and through the one
then the other.

And how I hold You,
and how I lose You
slipping in the wake of falling stars!

And how I know You,
and how I knew You!

How, by destiny or doom,
we are bound
with scarlet threads.
I still feel your gaze
gleaming bright behind the clouds
you loved so well.
The day you could no longer watch them
scars my heart
with sorrow and repose
that you now float among them.

O Stars! I see you,
would know you anywhere,
anticipating the distance
closing between us,
our reflections growing larger
glimmering back and forth
in the darkness of Eyes.
"After the division the two parts of man, each desiring his other half, came together, longing to grow into one... And when one of them meets with his other half, the actual half of himself, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy... yet they could not explain what they desire of one another. For the intense yearning which each of them has towards the other does not appear to be the desire of lover's *******, but of something else of which the soul has only a dark and doubtful presentiment."

— Aristophanes on the soul, excerpted from Plato's "Symposium"
He made me forget how Heartbreaks felt like, until he reminded me himself.
We are magnetic
But you put out fires
While I attract them
Yet somehow
I can never
Neha Sharma
Your smile is what I love.
Your arms is where I wish to live.
Your sweet voice is what I long to listen.
Just about you and us that's all I have always written.

~your smiling queen :)
I can't think of anything else except you my love.
Because you're smart, right?
Pretty charming, right?
Love the way the wind whispers and the rain cries.
Love things other than what Girls like.

Because you like bare face, right?
They're a carbon copy, right?
But you, you're a gem in the rough, undiscovered.
You, you're a lifeform with all of nature's secrets.
You, you're much better. [Right?]

You, you're different than those other Girls,

This crowded rock has shown me
What it means to be lonely
I had my pocket of glee
Best friends stick together.
Best friends know what's what.
They know everything
About the other's heart.
But sometimes disagreements
Make them fall apart.
They still remember everything.
They always keep it there,
I'm their heart they hide it,
They still deeply care.
Best friends aren't forever.
Best friends aren't for keeps.
Best friends aren't eternal.
But best friends are a dream.
Best friends can be selfish.
I'm sure that we all fear,
Losing our very own.
Even if we do, it's not the end of us.
We will always find the ones we truly care.

None but the lonely heart
Can share in my sorrow
Desolate  and vacant
Of delight till morrow

Daily, I witness people full of glee
Same can scarce be said of me
My ailments posses all but a cure
Oh what a state so impure

None but the lonely heart
Can share in my sorrow
Desolate and vacant
Of delight till morrow
Desolate and vacant
Of delight till morrow

My soul is frail
A might storm
Engulfs me
None but the lonely heart can now my sorrow
And be this hurt.
My version of none but the lonely heart

Original version was by Tchaikovsky
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
sometimes i feel like tv static
an odd kinda buzz
a little bit numb
sinking feeling in my gut
switch the channel
i feel numb
switch the channel
i can't feel my hands
switch the channel
i can't breath
switch the channel
i can't break through the screen
switch the channel
i'm grasping for air
switch the channel
i'll being waking up as the same tv static tomorrow
Once, I dreamed of you.
I dreamed that you got through.
You were no longer blue.
If only that were to come true.

Although I held on tight,
That dream flew off like a kite
Into the sky which is so deep and bright.
If only I wasn't so ignorant, that dream might-!

But this is reality.
I feel like the blame is on me.
You wanted to be set free.
If only I had reached out of my boundaries.

Soon, I'll forget.
I will no longer regret.
If only, if only, if only.
The deadly Viper,
coiled up in the dense bush,
awaiting its' prey.
They told me
They were sorry
For my loss

But you’re
Not lost
You’re gone

No matter
Where I

To city’s
To towns
To countries

I will
Find you
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.
Midnight Rain
the memory of your
presence is felt like an earth//quake

as if my soul has everted,
my heart has been torn...

every wave of emotion
is felt like the first time.

i become a spineless,

curling into myself
and crying out the storm
that has lived within me

your presence is missed like
cold rain in summer,

like a scarlet fire drawn in the
center of winter,

and when Autumn
leaves fall like teardrops
from trees,

darling, you are missed
like a heartbeat falling from a

and i shatter myself every day
from the earth//quakes your memory gave


you... are missed
most ardently...

you are the life within me now
and i cannot seep you out from
myself without
uprooting everything beautiful
you grew in me.
Matthew Harlovic
secretly I'm a NPC
I won't talk to you unless you talk to me

© Matthew Harlovic
Alex Gifford
It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.
This came to me all at once. It's an attempt to describe the feeling of your mind being blown when everything lines up and finally makes sense.
silent library
those unspoken words on shelves
I ache to voice them
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.
Skyy Blu
Play me like the blues.... take me to the moon... ride me like crazy---make me your baby. Relax, in my being... flow in my emotions... Love-Me-Beyond-Yourself: see you with no-one else.... forever and a lifetime. Play-Me-Like-The-Blues.... I be yours and you be mine....Forever, and a lifetime..... Play-Me-Like-The-Blues!
Chris Saitta
Death comes close and breathes a little over my lips and smiles at my terror,
No more the night has songs for the snow, has love for the whiteness,
But lets it go to the last hallucinations under the sun.
Grandfather, lift my soul when this boyhood is done,
And think of things to tell me when darkness grows too cold,
I will be in the corner of eternity, writing poems for no one.
Poetic T
Between the

                          "I love you,s,

       Is your smile...
Heather Shank
giant hands held the sun
high and safe in the sky
     she tucked her love inside there
     to keep herself warm and dry

the rays leapt out into darkness
stretching thin like ribbons on a kite
     her heart drifted across the galaxy
     like a diamond on a necklace of light

she came, after a time, upon Orion
taut, heaving, and tense
blade raised ready to strike
shield raised in defense

still, she slid fearlessly round him
over his heart she came to rest
     his fearsome triumph was soothed finally
     by the sheltering warmth of her breast

look up, you can see them still
through frozen winter and clear spring melt
     though he seems a solitary figure
     he is sustained by the fire of her belt
Rare fit of rhyme
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Nat Lipstadt
called me in for a consultation,

lean in,” he suggested, with nearly closed eyes,

“see the youthful optimistic predecessor,
the conqueror, who could not be defeated,
his thin images within still resides

the man of firm voice who when he spoke
above the rabble, all fell silent, and when he looked,
all could share his visionary insights and did not hesitate,
saying, we will do and we will listen,
but to follow, just did, wrapped
in your confidence

I want that boy back, smooth skinned, fearless,
do not return him till the shadows have dissipated,
the bruised lines of worry have evaporated,
the hands look unscathed, then raise them in
self-supplication, demanding satisfaction,
then in success, born overhead, marking appreciation,

let us adventure forth, straightening tilting windmills,
punishing renegades and dragons fearful,
saving damsels who waited just for our arrival,
shedding courage upon those who watch us,
cheering and being cheerful

here is your mighty pen,
cut sharp the poems out from the within,
read them slow, winding to now crooked old friends,
who remember everything dear, their youth of no fear,
the best of past, dreaming poems, mist born, fog vapor gone,
of black and waiting white, worthy words all revived

return to me in blazes,
sumptuous colors of derring-do,
I need that child brave, for perhaps
you have not noticed my flaking slivering skin,
the expanding cracks that cross my images,
just like you!

I need you to rebirth you,
I need you to rebirth me!

8/16/19 reflections from a blue glacier
She kissed him
With question marks?
While he kissed her
With "quotations"
And together they became
a run on sentence...
It never ends.
Set sparks
Between us
But all that fire leaves
Is ashes and dust

Rust instead
Over aching decades
Like iron hearts
Corrode together, surely

Set sparks
Alone together
So all that fire leaves
Is ashes and dust

Inertia instead
Over pleasurable minutes
Like tarred lungs
Self destruct, slowly

Fade away
And not burn out

Slowly but surely
Surely but slowly
She didn't mean it, it's just im not her type,
It's just unfortunate that in this battle,  i cannot fight,
For she was living in a different world, that I can only glimpse on,
Making my feelings something unrequited, not destined to live on,
Giving up on someone you love not because of the things you have done but because you're never gonna be enough, she wont look at you that way, and just having a gap there that's just to big, is the most painful thing that has happened to me in my young adult life.
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