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This song my heart sings
Bigger than words can convey
Each time you appear
Shadorma form
Sunny breeze
Almost free
To run around
And be me
Ciel Noir
Sometimes it is brave
To fly away
Sometimes it is brave
To stay
Broken heart, broken dreams
Broke everything except me
Thabang Moji
You're just another city
That I'm passing through
On the way to my destination
Yet I'm happy to see you

A city with heavy traffic
Difficult to get out of
To get alone

So pretty and very attractive
Difficult not to fall in love
You're all I want
memoona kazmi
so many colours on a scattered on a page,
too many scars on a pretty face.......
for my friend who died two weeks ago
I didn’t close the curtains because the night sky was speaking to me.
Clouds as soft as my king size sheets. But only one star staring in at me.. she’s just as lonely as me.
These windows make it seem like that universe up there could just engulf me.
I’m not afraid, please just take me.
Fly me across the sky like Peter taking Wendy’s hand.
Fly me to that star whose staring right back at me.
The Noose
the blooming
sea of flowers
at the dawn
of the first deceit.
Star BG
Broken heart,  I shall fix  -- kintsukuroi
Broken things, I will mend -- kintsukuroi
Broken dreams, I shall repair -- kintsukuroi
Broken life, I will fix -- kintsukuroi
Inspired by Edmund Black

There is nothing that can't be repaired with time and the right intention.

And even when death separates the pain can be repaired with the mortar of memories and knowing life is eternal.

kintsukuroi- is the Japanese art of mending broken pottery using resin laced with gold or silver. kintsukuroi has a deeper philosophical significance. An embracing of the flawed or imperfect. A rebirth.
Marisa Lu Makil
It was here before I knew it
For some reason
The rain clouds parted
For the first time
In 8 years
And soon
The sun
Was out
The skies
Were blue
The music
Was loud
The air
Was warm
And I was smiling
For real
I was at dinner
With an acquaintance
And I wasn't nervous
I wasn't nauseous
I wasn't
And as I drove home
I gazed at the stars
And realized
I was happy
Really happy
No fake smiles
No masks
I had forgotten what that feels like
I can see
Clearly now
That things...
*Everything is going to be okay
I am officially medicated for my depression, and I had my first counseling appointment on Monday. It still feels...wrong... different. I forgot what it's like to be happy. It still feels temporary, but I just...I'm happy and I know it won't last forever, but I feel warm in my soul. I want to read and write and go on adventures and hike and I don't know how long this feeling will last, but it safety.
harlee kae
i think it must be full
i guess we have that in common
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
Indigo Morrison
What does love look like today?

the sadness leaving,
joy coming in the morning,
getting back in bed after breakfast,
steam breaking down tension,
oil pushing through the feeling of not being touched by the other person I love,
mending and healing
after cleaning out the wounds,
lying in the night,
knowing there is light tomorrow,
God say the same ... knowing that there is living to do tomorrow.
Poetry is a
good way of helping you get
to a lovely place
it sure as helped me x
im running out of time.
it’s 8:03 am, i need a nap
Sleeps like a silent night
Am at ease thinking
Oh it’s gone now
Oh no
It’s here again
Burns me
Like a fire
Comes and goes
Never ending journey
Can’t get rid
Of this desire
Giordano Bruno
L'ale scura all'aria porgo
né temo intoppo di cristallo o vetro,
ma fendo i cieli e all'infinito mi ergo
e mentre dal mio globo agli astri sorgo
e per l'eterno campo oltre penètro,
quel che altri lungi vede, lascio a tergo.
Em MacKenzie
I would kiss a million girls
just so I could taste your lip gloss,
knowing it would never
taste as sweet on another’s lips.
as I look into your eyes,
I can see an intense desire,
unconsciously you bite your lips,
oh I wanna taste them.
I hate this feeling,
and you come near me,
you lift my chin,
and kissed me intensely.

I pushed you away.

I am not yet ready to play with fire.
Even the cotton clouds couldn't hide the moons beauty
Its been cracking the clouds since lately
The moon was illuminating the cotton sky
The moon was tearing the cotton clouds
I've been staring at the skies lately
Awaiting for my favourite star
Was her shape crescent?
Was her shape half?
Was her shape full?
jeffrey conyers
Do you?
Do you love softly?
Or sweetly?

Do you?
Do you kiss sensually?
Or tender?

Do you soak in the glamor of romance?
While knowing love deals with taking only a chance.

Do you seek joy?
By taking the time to explore down that path of bliss.
While comprehending deeply upon your return just why you been missed.

Do you?
Hear a certain song and quick to smile.
All because it was a song that made you act a little wild.

****, there are so many do you to recall that some do you-you refuse to recall?
i have a lot to say,
but it’s way too much that i just cannot say it.
Tylese Bennett
I love you,
I know we've been together in the past,
I know.

I know that I have hurt you,
I know.

You know you've hurt me.
You know.

But if we are putting all this behind us,
and still falling in love with eachother everyday,
we were meant to last.
Renn Powell
i was the flesh you needed
to cover your aching bones
but then your skeleton
decided he didn't need a home
Temporal Fugue
I know I won't get to all
but ******, I'm gonna try
thumb up to every comment
up until the day I die

I can't react to every line and word
but ****** I can try
thumbs up to ever poet/poetess
maybe no one has, to cry

I'm just a singularity
but ****** all too ****
we, as a community
stand up, and hear the yell

I'm not you, and you're not me
but when you see thumbs down
chime in with words and thumbs
chase the trolls, outta HP town
Thumbs down has no other purpose that to provide trolls with a mechanism to pester and put forth their hate. REMOVE it! You can't control how many accounts people have here (it's not realistic to assume you can) so remove their reason for creating them!
Nothing really left to say :(

Thank you my friends for the daily, I feel undeserving, but extremely, appreciative! :) (bow)
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
The pieces lay shattered
On the ground
He came along
And said
This is beautiful
Picked up each piece
Marveled at it
Kissed it
And put it with another
He looked
At what he fixed
And he said
You are beautiful
She replied
Thank you
For saving me
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
I wasn't born
With this hole in my heart
But it developed gradually
When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art.
Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours!
But just then, I was grayed and torn
Just like  withered flowers!
The pain! Yes the pain
Is unbearable
My tears all are in vain
They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable!
I am fed up of emotional breakdown
My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town!
I know, sorrows are part of life
But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife!
I try my best to just forget and move on
But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult...
Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
Stu Harley
her tune
highest pitch
in love
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin

I don't know what this is, it is new and peculiar,
Is it love? or am I just getting used to the feeling?

You are always beside me, You make me so happy
Yet you give me so much pain.

You're in my head,
in every direction i turn,
in every route i take,
it is you, always you,
always coming to you.

I closed my eyes,
I see no dark cos' there was you i see.
The light in my dark.
You are the moon and I'm the wolf.

I feel safest with you,
pure happiness whenever 'You and I' time hits.
Mizzy Vitorillo
i tried to go to the places you and i used to go
but you weren't there
so i went to the places you and i didn't
still, you weren't there

now, i'm in a place i am no longer familiar with

at last
in the place where i felt lost---
i found you
Jolan Lade
Your eyes locked my vision down
Your voice woke a beast in my chest
Your hug created electricity in my head
Your kiss made my heart warm
But will you love me past dawn?
Uncertainty rules my head
Karen Browner
I've seen you around for a while.
I wonder what your name is.
I want to see you smile.

Hey brown eyes,
don't you want to come out and play?
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.
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
This place
This place
Drowns me in emptiness
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