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 399° 
sophia
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My heart is full
Of love for you.
 319° 
Eunyeong
Night rain falls down with grace
Rolling thunder hisses like a sigh
My heart is trapped inside a place
Where the shining stars go to die.
 310° 
Rockwood
I'm mad.
Angry.
Why wont you
Respond to me?
All I've done is support you;
All you do is ignore me.
Is my anger justified?
Probably...

not.
 263° 
sara
I'll see what I can make
out of the leftovers I have.
Although, it's never too long
until the milk turns bad,

until a love turns sour
in an online second;
since, an online minute
wastes a real-life hour.

But in a snap-shot moment,
I can find life for weeks
on my stash of sugar truths,
until I forget to eat;

forget to breathe;
'til I don't even need to sleep
because the lovehearts on my photos
sing those soft melodies.

And despite the fact
that often I can't sit at ease,
somehow this perfect madness
always tastes so bittersweet.
a poem about the addictive nature of social media
 231° 
Alice
sorely obvious love like mine
i was just another girl waiting in your long line
the feelings that were so strong
yet so very wrong
if only you could return the love
but when push comes to shove,
i  doubt you could ever have the loving feeling return
when will the long line end and it's my turn?
 230° 
Raj Bhandari
DON'T U ASK ME FOR A FAVOUR,
YOU HAVE LOST YOUR FLAVOUR !
 230° 
Vivek
I see this bright night!
I see this darkened day!
I see the darkness light!
Which in the morning fades away!
I see the space end!
I see the time append!
I see this beautiful dirt!
I see this infinite Earth!
I see these coal shine!
I have what's not mine!
I see you but you don't see me!
I am in this cage yet i am free!

         -Vivek!
 226° 
Mr Quiet
Car lights.
Sunday nights.
Backseats.
Swing set.
The smell of you hair.
Familiar scent.
Your eyes.
Our stares.

Love you to the moon? I'd give you the universe if I could.

4 AM.
Late texts.
Birthday note.
Lying to my parents.
Self-harm.
Your face.
Our break.
Silence.
Self-hate.

Car lights.
Sunday nights.
words are images that is in your mind, here's a few words that makes 2018 mine.
 187° 
skye
Why in the world
we're blaming love
for being un-loved?
It doesn't make sense.
 180° 
Marya123
If my heart is a room
You claimed it as your lair.
You lived in it, for a long while
But then you left, I don't know where.

This space now feels smaller
That you're not here to see
The one place that was yours for life
Collects dust as it is empty.

Its ceiling's falling down
The walls are turning gray
Will you come stay just one last time?
Perhaps it won't wither away.
When you can feel your heart breaking as the days go by
 164° 
Hg
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 158° 
Philipa James
Cradle me in your arms
Surround me with your love
Stay with me a while
Watching stars appear above
Let the moonlight reflect
In yours eyes so loving and true
For here on this night
All I need is love from you
 155° 
Joliver
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
"Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
"Okay"
Is off-brand raisin bran
"Okay"
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

"Okay"
Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

"Okay"
Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
"Okay"
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
"Okay"
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
"Okay"
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
"Okay"
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
"Okay"
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
"Okay"
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
"Okay"
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
"Okay"
Okay?
 153° 
Sky
you're the poison apple
I'm incapable of refusing.
I took a bite,
it cost my life.
 148° 
Nathan
my vocabulary is not small
nor my imagination weak
but every time you seem to call
I find no words to speak
 125° 
Ollie
Walking through a mist of hatred,
With no fog lights,
I was idle to see
What love is to be.
Love, finding myself.
 125° 
No one
Have you ever noticed
The way that gentle touching
Of keys on a keyboard
Sound so much
Like the pitter-patter
Of rain,
And how
A single written word
Can have as many
Endless meanings
As there are
Drops of water
In the sea?
 118° 
Dennis Willis
I admit
my inner brain

is very clear
on this

Rex likes
rears

And seizes
my consciousness

like a newly minted fed
seizes an Escalade

wafting clouds
of coke

when one rounds
into sight

sigh
***

And I am barbaric
Barbarous

The man no woman
Admits

Consciously

Blood draws down

Into the past
of have no words

just
must

must
have

Becoming
Civilized

Sure
have worth

Says the DNA
spending you

to see
in time

to save
itself

some


Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
 116° 
galio
i beg him to block out their songs
to shut his eyes
and ignore the blue sirens

but it’s obvious
he is stealing glances
when my back is turned
sharing the air
when my eyes are closed
closing the space
when i know
 110° 
Simon Soane
Sun
Today,
in the supposed
bleak mid winter
you arrived,
and warmed,
and shone,
as if never
been gone.
 103° 
pistachio
Night
Tiptoes
Raven hue
upside down floor
An umbra sprinkled by diamonds gleaming
Consoles all lonely sentimental souls
A poetry
In stars,
moon and
sky
A double tetractys poem.
 97° 
putiira
When something bad happens to you,
don't get hurt, close the window.
Keep watching and loving life through another window.
I did it...
 90° 
Isabella Howard
Their voices echo

"We want an intellectual,

Not a beaten-down rebel,"

But you must let the flames lick your heels.

To live freely

And create beautifully

You must feel intensely.

And you will  burn
 81° 
imai
She controls her laughter,
lets it slip from the edge of her mouth,
the corners of her lips lift ever so slightly,
then, she makes a sound,
seamlessly, her fingers graze my thighs,
smoothly, her eyes meet mine,
and in her eyes, I see my reflection—
aflame, abashed, and fiery,

She is the answer I’ve scoured the world for,
and yet, she, herself, remains a mystery,

Ah, I see,
She controls her laughter
as easily as she controls me.
 78° 
mary liles
I may have two left feet
And always miss the beat,
But you’ve got two right feet,
So I think that makes us
Quite complete
 75° 
TD
If I had a trellis near my window
I’d be the first to shimmy down it.
No doubt!
Random thought blurb #randomforthewin
 74° 
simo
are you tired yet?
yes
 72° 
Janna
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
 67° 
Ian Robinson
Chairs sit stacked silently awaiting return
Schools during the summer
 63° 
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
alone,
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,
desperate,
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
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
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.
 60° 
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
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
 59° 
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.
 56° 
Nicolas Fargette
The more you know
About artists
The less likely you will
Make any art

I went to meet
The Lord of words
But within His pages
I'm

I went to show
The first reader
And ever since I
Have become God
 47° 
kyle Shirley
I gave you my heart
You kept it from the start
Wishing you would stay

Love is blind
Feelings combine
Now all i feel is hate

Gravity pulls my depression
Mentality going into recession
Everything we had went astray

Darkness creeps
Yet I weep
For loneliness seems to stay.
 46° 
R T Dawn
I tried to say
“I love you”
but the words caught in my throat.

I think I still do.

But every time I go to say the words they fail me.

Because every time I try,
I remember that even you
painted me
a shade of monster.

And try as I might,
I can’t get away from
the bite of your words.

So forgive me.
I think I still do,
but I can’t say that I love you.
 46° 
PandaPao
#11
Wala nang lumalabas na salita
Di na ako makagawa ng tula
Pinipilit basahin ang sarili
Ngunit walang tugmang mapili

Alam kong dapat walang ganito
Pagpiga ng damdamin para sayo
Diba dapat natural lang daw
At hindi magtutunog mababaw

Pero mahal bakit ganito
Bakit biglaan na lang huminto
Dahil ba nabasag ang ideyalismo
Mga makalumang aspirasyon ko

Pero mahal wag kang mag-alala
Mabubuo ko tong aking talata
Katulad ng Pag-ibig ko sayo
Gumulo lang isip hindi ang puso

Di ito hihinto tumibok para sayo
Nandito lang ako lagi para sayo
Ako nang sasalo sayo mahal
Pipiliting maging sagot sayong dasal

Mamahalin kita ng buong buo
Hinding hindi magkukulang sayo
Kaya tatapusin ko tong sulat ko
Pero hinding hindi ang pagmamahal sayo
 45° 
Grey
“Oh there was a girl, yeah I think she was the one. I really do. And we tried, we tried really hard... she found happiness somewhere else and that’s okay.”
I miss you I miss her love heartbreak heartache lonely love lost
 45° 
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
one.

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
infinity
4:00am I read your cry on facebook
 43° 
Ian Robinson
Tragedy isn't even very tragic anymore
another 6 word poem
 42° 
ArrowBird
The sweet, soft rain
Pit-pattering on the rooftop
Keeps the beat
As you sing to me
The most beautiful song
Of your love
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