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i wanted to care,
i wanted to care so badly,
but now i can't tell,
which feelings are real,
so i shut them all out,
until i feel nothing,
until i am empty
No means No!
Yes, no means No!
World of abusers can you hear this.
World of uncles can you hear this.
Yes, nope, nope means No!
Yes, no means No!
Rudeboy can you hear this.
Rude uncle can you hear this.

We are tired of this violence in our world!
We are tired of this male violence in our world!
Guys can you hold one another, be wise!
Guys, we were meant to be together can you be nice.
Nothing I can say about that world of married uncles.
Nothing much about this violence of married uncles!

Written By: The Senior Date: undefined
I love the smell of orange most.
It doesn't go well with purple,
but it represents everything I am not.

I make up for my lack of sunshine by wrapping it around me,
a neckerchief in any season.
I cover up the cracks that leak blue, the scent of
the sleepiest lavender.
I'd rather be gold, a heady sharp awakening - compared to the wispy breeze that settles on my shoulders.
I am tired of sleeping when I'd rather be citrus, shining.
Andrea Lee Bolt
A state park
In Tucson
wasn’t sure how long I’d be gone
half crescent Moon
shines so bright
The Stars too intimidated to compete
reflecting on the reflection of the Sun
in Tucson
Guess where We were for this one?
I don't want to touch the clouds
because they will be torn apart
I don't want to touch the clouds
to feel the calmness in my palms

I don't want to touch the clouds
I want the clouds to touch me
I don't know how to make it fancy, I'm sorry.
M P Hill
I long for you like a dream on my lips
I am trying to remember
Smothered Divinity
why is my body the only feature that pulls him in
yet his very presence makes me float and I require no more
365 days full
strike of bells on the clock
another cycle of twelve moons
another ride around the block
tears rolling
but ever defiant
ever unbroken
I face the sun again
unyielding, unbowed
ready for one more year
happy for myself
and as well proud
The white snow falls
Onto the dull blue heron,
Turning it white.
Making it better.
The previous heron was filthy
Unworthy to be gazed upon
By anyone’s eyes.
The snow which fell upon
The dull blue heron,
Dirtied from the mud
Was truly a miracle.
To think that nature
Would even touch that disgusting
Atrocious being-
No, not being.
It is simply less than that.
Not a heron at all,
Let alone a bird.
Barely able to be called a creature,
And yet nature still purified it.
What a lovely story.

The dull blue heron walks
Covered in snow,
The waves of which
Never stop.
Snow falls, and falls, and falls,
And falls.
The mind of the heron
Is clouded.
Birds bite into the dull blue heron
Like bitter chocolate.
The heron cries.
Dull blue tears,
Fitting of a dull blue heron.

The heron is no longer blue.
The heron is now worthy
Of being called a creature.
The heron is white
And has been drowned,
As nature
And everyone
If it hadn’t happened,
It would have been better
For the dull blue heron
To not exist at all.
I was 15 when I wrote this as per the date by the title. One of my few poems that rely on some kind of symbolism
I hate what I see,
looking at my reflection,
staring back at me

I hate what I saw,
the numbers on the scale,
it destroys my
mental state of being

Why do I hate me?
These days, these moments, these fragments of time

They are all part of an endless climb

Over rivers, oceans, mountains, and seas

During the climb you’ll see marvelous things

You’ll see birds, bees, flowers, and trees

The climb will be difficult and you will feel pain

After the climb you will never feel the same
Sometimes I roll over and see you laying next to me
And all of a sudden I know it's a dream
Or maybe a nightmare

The memory of your sleeping face is burned into my head
The only time you ever looked peaceful
And yet I never want to see it again

Like the cry of a banshee
It's a warning of what could have been
Or almost was
Ray Dunn
why must i always
uncover the unknown—
is it not enough
to follow what i know?

or are you just
unknown to me?
incapable of showing
and preferring to leave.
he’s an enigma and i’m ****** in :(
Goodbye to the tears rolling down my cheeks
Goodbye to the bleeding through my sheets
Goodbye to fighting a battle I'll never win.
Goodbye to a world full of sin.
Goodbye to a hopeless night.
Goodbye...I lost my fight.
Yeah idk This just kind of came out of my brain. I hope you guys like it!
Sydney Gretha
Soon the petals started to shrivel
the yellow centers became brittle
And I knew it was time to go.

Someday I'll be able to stay
It's over
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
I don't know whether it's the lights
or your eyes
but my heart is snowing white.
baby it's cold outside
Highlight my bruises.
Illuminate Hidden confessions;

Like petals;
I roam from wonder to another
Yet Swiftly
I vanish.
I wander through the woods
on a brisk Autumn evening.
Leaves growing crisp with frost
beneath my heavy boots
and light fading faster than
heat escaping from my head.

I stop.

Only the pines boast any greenery.
The rest of the trees' leaves create
a path that I've yet to disturb
with my trudging trail.
I shove knit-covered hands into my pockets
and release a foggy breath in still air.

I wait.

A slight rustle in pine needles is my clue.
I'll stay until my cheeks redden from the chill
and the sky releases snow as pale as my bones.
I'll wait for when leaves are crushed
yet I'm still as stone.
I'll leave now that I know

I'm not alone.

Autumn walks and Winter nearing.
The stars don’t feel
They just exist
without regard for you
or your perception of them
They are raw energy
explosive chaos
bound only to the cold grip of
Free of their shackles
they unleash hell
ancient flames
devouring worlds
that you will never know
or care

Beyond your sight
the apocalypse means
From a distance
the universe is pretty
And our little star
shines on
a beacon of safety
warm and comfortable
until one day
it isn’t
Iléana Amara
dancing on its own rhythm,
battling between what it knows,
and all the unsaid feelings.

a m a n d a
i dreamt
that our bodies
timema c h   i    n   e s
Lost in Thought
You are special
You are the most powerful shield I have
You freeze time until I'm ready
You encase my heart in carbon
You protect me

You protected me from the chaos of my reality
when I was living it
You took the burden of what I could not handle
When I needed it
You supported me
When no one else would
You were my friend

This was six years ago
I have people that love me now
I found my tribe

You doubt my progress
You hold me back
You don't belong here anymore
It's time to move on

It's not you
It's me

I no longer need your help
I no longer need you to protect me
I no longer want your protection

I am ready
I am ready to face my demons
I am ready to feel my pain
I am ready to discover my emotions
I am ready to be sad
I am ready to be mad
I am ready to be happy

I love you
but we aren't meant to be

This is goodbye
something different
it’s been so long
3 years maybe
since i’ve loved you
My eyes

have dried

with the tears

I've cried.

And now

I'm hollow,

I've got nothing to give

And now

I'm done,

I've got nothing to live.
I'm fine. Okay, if not completely at the moment, I will be, sometime later.
Violet to black roses;
Doors of wonder closes;
Pomegrenates in winter;
Weeping willows wither.
𝔾𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕
𝕄𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕖𝕟, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖
𝕊𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕗𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕥.
𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕦𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕣𝕖𝕕.
ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 𝕚𝕤 𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖'𝕤 𝕠𝕩𝕪𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕠𝕟,
𝔸𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖
𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕪. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕚𝕤
𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕
Dᵤng, ᵢt
Wᵢll nₒt
Lₐst lₒng
Cᵤt dₒwn.
A̸͇̋̓̔n̸̤͔̞̜͓͊̿͑̾̇̅͗d̵͙̥̻̓̒͌̅͊ ̴̡̟̝͎̞̺͔̟̂̈́͊̒̄s̴̢̳̗͇͓̰̰͕̣͘o̷̢͈̞̭̽̂́͂ͅ ̵̨̧̨̦̼̫͎̉̇̀̂͒̉͒̒̀͠I̴̩̘̭͚̖̊̆̎̋̄̈́͆͛͒ ̴̧̼̮̰̏̾̒͌̆̈̀͋̚̚t̵̡̼̲͈̗̩̭̪̰̮̀͊̓͝h̵̪͙́̑́͗̽̐͛̚͝i̵̹̲̥̪̻̥̗͋̑̌̀̽̽̄͝ń̷̾­͙̩͐̎͊̚k̶̻͋̒̀͊̈́͊̕ ̵̧̛̙̦͙̜͚̖̖̲̗y̷̲͕̝̺̾̅́̀͗͆̈́͋͝o̸̢̥̹̺̎ư̵͓̱͙̗͙̫͓͎̓̇̈́̀̆̃̃̋ ̸̡̦̘̱͙̱͕̤̞̅̈́a̴̘̲̅r̷͍̯̽̏̈́͝e̴̛̞̙̚ ̵̡͈̖͙̹̺͑͌̑̃͋̄͗͝b̶̧̩̞̘͈̀͆̇͘e̶͓̬͐͛́a̸̤̩̻͈̟͕̩̅̈́̿̍ų̸̹̩͈̖̠̯̦͒̄̄t̸̛̎̓̕­̠͎̓͒̍̚͜ȋ̷̠̱̩̤͔̰̔͘f̶͈̜̖͑̈́̎͘ù̶̧̨̬̩̪̞̐̿͛̇̎͜͝ḷ̴̡̻̠̜̻̉͐̔͂͠ͅ.̵̽͛̈́̌͝͝­͈̗̳̖
Heavy Hearted
Painting the pictures I wanted to be in ~

Our life's lines are implied as parallels,
For they trace in the same direction
To our collective personnel's
profound destination:

As our life's lines are redrawn,
again and once again,
Our destiny's knotted into one,
A Triquatra till the end.

Know our lines stay parallel-
Though Infinite,  they'll never meet
In their never joining spell
Their truths within decept.
Arindam Barooah
I unfurls to sail,
stretching my arms out.
Gust of ecstatic emotion surges,
silent agony fall to pieces,
torn & tattered.
I seek floating away,
unlatching imprisoned soul,
fleeing deep dark abyss.
Pity and regrettably,
I don't feel free.
I am wingless.
Silent, constrained, caged
trapped for life.
i love you,
and to prove it,
i need to end myself?
it's not  that I'm scared,
but i would die,
not knowing,
if you smiled,
when you knew,
i loved you more than myself
a lot of people **** themselves to show someone how they love them, but if you did you will never be able to know if your love for them, made them smile
Commuter Poet
Every moment
Is more precious
Than a shining jewel

The play of afternoon sunlight
On high tide water

The gathering of birds
Perched atop a weather vane

The embrace of a loved one
After a shared struggle

The multi-coloured setting of the sun
Over silhouettes of winter trees

Steam rising
From a freshly made cup of tea

The swelling of hearts and dropping of tears
In recognition of a shared emotional experience

This world is full of more beauty
Than I could ever put into words

All that is required
Is surrender to one’s senses

A willingness to see all things
With wonder

The courage to open one’s heart
To the workings of the universe
2nd December 2020
i wanna be the only star in your night sky,
but im just not
My beautiful sunflower,
of warm, yellow joy -
infectious - as sunshine
beams across our faces.

An abundance of petals,
golden in the light.
Growing toward the sun,
striving for perfection.

Our beautiful sunflower,
nurtured and thriving,
growing through my heart, warm
with happiness and love.
happiness of being in love? feels gross to read it now haha
Love dies
Just like a flower wilts
Karly Codr
why is it so hard
pretending to be happy
all the time
no one notices
i feel like no one cares
well anyway
Bea Autumn
Time flies by so fast then its past

Remember special moments always last

So make some memories to treasure

Each day have and give some pleasure

So when second chances do come by

To love again say yes reach for the sky

Because I love the moments in time

When you're with me and you are mine

Cherish and relish everyday while you can

Precious are the moments when love is the plan
make every moment count
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
allowed to admit
these letters
are losing meaning
some days
i don't want to be me

some days i don't want
to be a person
Corentine Skye
Hearts don't break
It's just another thing the poets say
They are not made
Of glass
Or bone
Or any material that could
Or fragment
Or shatter
They don't
Crack into pieces
They don't
Fall apart
Hearts don't break
They just stop working
An old watch from another time and no parts to fix it
DISCLAIMER: This poem is not owned nor written by me. Credits to Nicola Yoon, who actually wrote the poem in her book 'The Sun is Also a Star'
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
i love you
like experiencing
for the first time
palm trees and
unique synchronization
lax time
and all hours
with you
i have known your
grandmother in
a past life
maybe we share
the same souls
maybe it's you
at the center of
it all
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