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I want to be alone,
alone with you.
What's wrong with me?
Weird :'))))
either of us
ever said
a word,
i saw you
from across
the room
& knew
i was meant
to love you.
The wait
Is teaching you patience
Dave Robertson
Sometimes tears
don’t come from grief
or sudden pain,
from moments moved
by others’ stories
real or sharply imagined

Sometimes it’s just the steady
tap tap tap
of life that just won’t pause
for any cause or reason
for any chance of respite

We’ll often deny those tears
as weak
but listen as they speak
or they will never, ever stop
brian odongo
Let me be your own artist,

I'll change your
scars into stars,
the tears in your
eyes into butterflies
and your sufferings
into colorful
let me paint you
with the colors I
have, let me write
you using my
blood, my love,
You'll be the best
art and poetry
and our love story
would be the most
beautiful tale that
will be written
in the history.
Life has a funny way,
Of making sure you fall
But here's to the people
Who manage to smile through it all.
If we cannot penetrate the iron gate
There’s no way to get in
It spans on and on continuously
With no beginning or end
Many are in danger
The border to defend
Instead of love thy neighbor
We call them immigrants
Kassan Jahmal
A whisper in between lips-
To increase as we kiss;
as I do miss the times,
Love; easy to find like words on lips,
But the sounds of love to I, all amiss.
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
Leave your heart be broken once again
At least they will understand one day.
You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And I’m not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
“I miss you.”
You messaged me today
I listened to what you had to say
My heart didn't hurt
You didn't try to flirt
You apologized to me
And said you'd like to see...
You'd like to see me and catch up
I said okay
I could talk to you today
Is this healing
Because I have no feeling
I have no feelings left for you
Falling off
she leaves,
leaves her tree
breaking free
of her majestic mentor
Falling over time,
leaving what she has
learned of truth
Carried upon a
cradle in a breeze,
Tossing about in
crisp, edgy, crimson,
swaying, whirling, dancing
look at me, love me
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)
do you know
who you are?

because i don't
recognize your face

did i ever really
know you?

or did i just fool myself
into thinking that i did?
Eyes are the window to the soul,

But what if,

You don't have one of those?
You once asked me if I could ever describe you in four words, what they would be.
I finally figured it out.
"control c, control v"
i know letters aren't words but ohhhhh weelllll (:
going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
it is returning to yourself.
Melody Mann
& when it doesn't make sense,
& the wind blows in your direction,
I'll surrender to your will,
For in your benevolence I rest my faith,
Abundant expectancy.
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My Dear Poet
It’s in the silence I heard you the loudest
And in the noise I heard your prayer
But in my pain was the answer
And in my absence you were there
I want to spin
Myself into a
Just to
Because without the storm, how would you know what calm is?
memoona kazmi
i want to hug you the way,
winnie the pooh hugs the piglet
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.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Time goes by
And I miss you

Just like me
The flowers grew
But soon they wilted
Just like you

You were sweet
This I knew
Like an addiction
I loved you

Now the roses are dead
The violets are too
The garden's all gone
And so are you

Your flowers died
I did too
Because all along
I was you
I wrote this a while ago when I had a crush on someone and it was literally crushing me. This is pretty metaphorical, but it also has a bit of literal meaning. It's a mixture of my feelings towards the person I liked and how I felt towards myself at the time.
I'm losing balance.
The worlds on Alice.
Pop a pill and go to Saturn.
Now it's wonderland, see we all got these habits.
You understand?
Manual these automatics.
Now we going in.
Clock with no hands, stay moving like a rabbit.
This is not a test.
Avery Nightshade
Lots of bubbles,
Sparks and giggles,
Fill the warm, nighttime air.
Illuminated by candles,
The tempo seems to slow,
As I take her in my arms,
Take her lips in mine,
And breathless,
She responds,
As the candles die down,
The light replaced,
By a stream of stars.
Rupert Pip
I wonder what all
the greats would
think of this generation

and how their

only goes as far
as the

before it
eats itself.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Kaniz Fatma
I fall for you
But it's not true
You saw me through cracked door
And I saw you sitting on the floor
We saw each other through a small hole
And that was the last day I saw you
From that day I fall for you
Untill now I Love you
Mar Orellana
I know you won’t read this
and I know you won’t care
but I will tell you what it was like.

It was blurry.
it was slow
but time was running fast.
It was dusty feet
and dusty souls.
It was feeling nothing
and then all at once.
It was hating you
to drown the urge of hugging you.
It was writing a poem
and post it
wishing you will relate to it.

But who cares,
you don’t.
May 2017.
I wrote this instead of telling you, even though you were there, dancing next to me. And we were made out of poison, finding new ways to hurt each other.
angels exist
in the cracked vessels that are people
i've seen them, felt them, experienced their warmth
an entire universe hides
in tired eyes
sometimes they fill with tears,
and bits of universe spill out and over

demons dwell there with the angels too
with the universe and the pain
just as human as the rest of us
made of dirt and doubt and stars

there's fear fear fear fear
of life on earth
i'd rather see mars
die and
become an angel
floating up there amongst my scars
and all the tired i ever held
when i was alive

Cherisse May
test me
my waters have remained constant
rippling, reaching
as far as the eye can see
into the horizon; the water surrounds me
my knowledge is useless
when drowning in these waters;
i can only flail desperately
as my movements create ripples
out into the open sea
all these efforts
all in vain
all in my vein
blood rushing out
like the sea, light then heavy
then strong
like the sea, with a strong smell of salt
this time, the waters are red
and they reek of iron

test my waters
they’ve been stained crimson
with my lifeline
exam week got me in a bad light
Oh all the words left unsaid-
All the fits of anger,  
         I twisted away under a bitten tongue.
All the tears i didn't cry,
stored in a vault in my heart.
And yet we crammed all the 'what ifs' into a single,

Yet, when he puts his hand on my waist,
and pulls me in
for the last fiery kiss
I hold my breath for just a second-
as if i could bottle this moment up
into a single memory,
and I could live there forever
floating in his arms.

And I'll wonder if he thinks of me
as the girl he could have loved all his life,
or just a chapter of many lovers
that he left unread.
I guess we will never know
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.
Mia Pratt
Boundaries are beautiful
just like the ocean's tides
low enough invite  feelings
of peace and positive vibes
to flourish inside of my spirit
and high enough to drown away
all the negative vibes and toxic people
that come to poison my spirit
Norman Crane
dont move, she said. he—
felt the cold loaded gun. they
d been betrayed:
Maybe you should know that the darkest parts of your soul will eventually fade away.

Embrace your scars, you must face your pain to grow.

Take a deep breath, don’t be scared,
This is just the beginning of a long journey.

You will find your own way,
Under the Milky Way,
Someday but not today…
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
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