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Jaslin Goh
I’m so useless
All out of tears
Just wanna lay here
With no one near
I have so much fears
Crippling up in jeers
“Not good enough” is all I hear
My own thoughts I fear
Audio companion - I’m so tired by Lauv
An attempt to illustrate current anxieties in poetry; here’s to more regular postings
I am in the verge
of my own thinking

looking down to
absurdity of the world

looking back to
fast-running confusion

don’t let me jump
to my false conclusion

save me with your erudite
kind of wisdom.
the deeper the roots,
the stronger the tree.
the stronger the tree,
the more weight it can bear.
roots cling to others,
making them almost unbreakable.
but the tree planted alone,
has nothing else to cling to.
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For everything
and nothing
Having happiness,
Feeling sadness,
are not things you like
Leaving you
For someone else
Cuz she's better
I'm sorry
For everything
and nothing.
Ally Barnett
I used to sit and wonder
What it was like to be happy

But now I know

When you're happy
You laugh at the memes
Your friends send you

When you're happy
You come out of your room
And watch movies with your family

When you're happy
You love the brightness of the sun
And appreciate the colors of the sky

Being happy means
Windows down and music up
Even in the cold
You dance in the rain
And laugh until your chest hurts
You take pictures
And not just when you are smiling
But when you want to be goofy too

Being happy
Isn't all that easy

It can take a while
But the road to become happy
Is the best drive
I've ever gone on

With the windows down
And the music up

Even in the cold
Susan N Aassahde
torrent raspberry square
spectacle dame
pancake lisp illumination
Jason James
To wake up in the void
Empty space,
Spend a lifetime
Searching for your face.
Pedro Vialle
War comes
riding his red horse
and fights with a devilish grin
for he, unfortunately
has already won

Time is ticking away
the end ever closer
oh, when will we see
that in ourselves
is where lies our own doom?
Sukanya Basu
I ensambled five Mediterranean men in a vase,
I cut their limbs and the aura it spilled;

Limbless and lifeless they looked pretty in my vase,
I gathered them from the valleys in the south,
And chopped their heads off.
Color me blind as your glowing
ember is ******* my eyes.

this because your allure is beyond belief;
O' what a sun in my sky!

for I last a bask in the glow
of your inevitable warming adorn

My emotions are peaceful with you
as I know no hurt, nor do I mourn.

None of it was real,
Yet I never felt
Azumi Rabulan
You fell out of love

because you saw the worst in me

while I  loved  you more

when you showed me where you're weakest.
Quinn Adaire
A mix
Of joy and pain,
Plain as day
On the lines of pages.

Like a roller coaster,
Poems rise high
As the sunset
But soon sink low
Almost touching the ground.

But the thing about poems,
Is that they take any shape.

It doesn’t matter
If you just wrote a mourning story,
You can still tell a tale of joy.

I have said that rhymes are liquid.
I wasn’t kidding.
Liquids take any shape and fit the container they are poured in.
And when they aren’t contained
They spill and spread everywhere.
Poetry does too.
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
Raquel B
My brain is the craziest puzzle of all
I thought I had it all figured out.
Turns out I don’t,
Not even close.
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
He lives in a two world.
One, The place where he lives with his near and dear ones.
And the other where no one knows.
A place where only his brush and paper knows.
Where its filled with colours and paints.
And a place where he express himself.
He live in two world.
Uma natarajan
Ugly memories clumsily cover the present
Absurd happenings of the past appear quite indecent
Mind with its un cherished desires innocent
Combined with heart's coincidences ascent
Soul caught within the turmoil is in cresent
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
kailee cardinal
I'VE been crying

JUST quit hurting

TRIED to live on

TO you

FORGET the hurt

i've just tried to forget
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
If I posted a poem
Containing my feelings,
Would she see it?
Or would it be lost,
Like many other things,
In the silky sands of time?
I mean it’s not like she uses the sight,
I hope she doesn’t see all of this. Embarrassing stuff...
I find beauty in dark places
Love in mysterious ways
Comfort in unbelievable happenings
I'm not weird
I just pay attention to things others neglect.
Life isn't worth living if it's viewed in one perspective
Shreya Ghosh
I love you
Doesn't mean I love you

It means your eyes
Are deep enough
For me to dive in
And trust the waters
To keep my secrets

It means your lips
Are never harsh upon me
And they make me happy
Every single time they open

It means your hands
Are with you always
Except when I call them
To hug me and leave traces on me

It means your ears
Never get tired of
What my lips convey
And never will , they respond

It means your heart
Has touched my heart
And they'll never get apart
Like they are in a hug for eternity

It means you are special
It means you are mine
So I can be possessive
And you'll say nothing
I can be jealous too
And you'll never see
My hand leave yours
Or our hearts leave the hug

You are mine
And you will remain mine
Ugo Victor
Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?
sometimes I feel sorry for those who aren’t a little bit touched by
madness wondering if they have even experienced half
the layers of the soul
There is sunlight in your eyes
and it is a place
I wish I could
escape to.
It is warm
and I am cold.

There is sunlight in your eyes
and I know
it does not
live in mine.
This cave I hide in
does not have room
for you.

There is sunlight in your eyes,
in the world
I used to be in.
Nothing grows here
but weeds
and a grey sad.
My hands are covered with it.

There is sunlight in your eyes.
You are alive.
I don’t know what that feels like.
i wish i held you tighter,
kissed you stronger
and taken in every detail
of your face,
if it meant it was the last time
id be holding,
and taking in,
the girl i loved.
i dreamt of you once again-
i wish i had not woken up.
You once asked why I didn’t have another person to share my bed with
You once asked why I didn’t have another person to share my heart with
You once asked why I was still alone
You once made it seem like you wanted to be that person
Milton Robertson
Her. A vision of loveliness I mist concur, an odor of the finest myrrh.
I can feel her presence in the air, I call to her, I only hear whispers, her face is but a blur.

One of life's beautiful themes walking holding hands by living streams, under multi colored sun beams. Like hand and glove a love that can only come from above, making the perfect team, I awake from a dream.

Her. A vision of Loveliness... Where?
Pilar Orozco
Just say you need me
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
we all live inside mirrors
as mere reflections

with every touch it blurs
the image of our projection

just our outside figures
define most rejections

but its the weight of our fears
that fill us to perfection
i look up at the moon
wondering if you're seeing the same
or if you're seeing the sun
but one day
we will see the same
one day
we will be under the same roof
in the same bed
as lovers
who use to see different
i felt embarrassed writing this.
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