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 1068° 
Traveler
Is there any buddy out there?

Am I the only one?

Could this be the end?

Is this site said and done?

Shall I post 1 million words and read them to myself

Shall I write 1 million poems and place them on a shelf

Within the womb
With in the mother
Have I yet to discover
Light beyond the darkness
Forcing me to breathe
Is there anybody out there
Or am I all alone
Life is but a dream
We cannot control
........
TT
 431° 
alexis wansor
I don't read.
they say when she pulls out a book
I don't read
but she does
I don't read
it's her escape
I don't read
she doesn't care
I don't read
but her nose is in the book
I don't read
but that's where it'll stay
I don't read
about when you pull out a book and there's always that one person that says they don't read when no one asked
 320° 
Luna Pan
i think of you
i think of your kiss half cigarette, half peachy

i think of you
i think of your touch half soft like a cotton candy, half flowing like an ocean

i think of you
i think of your words half drunk, half heavenly
 212° 
A
In every interaction
a bit of sadness
knowing how far away
our transactions are made
Blush
eyeliner
and lipstick
fade
Sunsets on a city scape
I'd run there barefoot
if you'd only
meet me there halfway

Relax, relax, Halifax
It's only just a crush
But I keep your playlist
locked and loaded
because it's all I have
of us
In the next life
we'll be neighbors
and meet when we're sixteen
I'll knock on your door
to borrow sugar
if you know what I mean
But for now
I die for your name upon my screen
In this existence
even at a distance
it feels so good to be seen
January 25, 2020
 210° 
Aubrey
Why cry
On a day when its not dry
Even if after its cloudy
You can still be happy
The rainbow may be behind the clouds
And you may not be in the crowds
But theres beauty
In the cloudy
 203° 
Vinolin D
I am a blind girl
For everyone
Because I can't able to see anything
Except "You".
Yes,
I'm blind
"Love is Blind".
 183° 
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
 155° 
Matthew J Rocha
The sun hardly shines nowadays.
I throw open my blinds every morning,
always eager for the sun's
warmth and yellow glow.
Today, like most days,
I left the window
disappointed.
 143° 
Lyn-Purcell
My                                              
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
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                  With
                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and
                     hope
                    ♡
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As                    
I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
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                                        She
                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
                                          Hurt
             ­                             ♡
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                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
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                        But
                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                       up
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With                        
the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
Queens                      
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A D D E D   TO                                            
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blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
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I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
 142° 
BeautifullyBroken
sometimes people
are so vain
do they not know
there is
nothing to gain
the older we get
we try to make amends
not even trying
to be friends

as a decent human
we try to be cordial
before the end

in death we die
as frenemys
 128° 
Sol
As long as I draw breath
Love will be present in me
Boiling my blood
Piercing my eyes
Lighting my skin
And burning my heart
 127° 
chloie
i cloak myself in a blanket
we bought two years ago
fearing i didn't write enough
poems for you to read.
so what, then, will become of me
when you eventually leave?
 116° 
Bobby Copeland
She hears herself
When no one else is there, rehearsing
What sustains, intransitive
Awareness of an ancient ground, words
Lined and ploughed, bloodwatered,  humble sown
And harvested, now swallowed and recast,
Choked I am (one a.m.) bic pen,
Tam o' Shanter working through the darkness
Still surrounding mother earth.
 87° 
Sparrow
how do you name
this kind of strength?

the thing she loves most
shatters her, irreparably

shards sink to the depths
drowning she dies there

then recreates herself,
returning to care for it
 85° 
Anne
when a heart broken
lover
pours out all
her feelings and
translates them onto
words. something
beautiful gets created.
appreciated by many but
never the one
she's always written her
heart out for.
 73° 
Leonardo J
That sweet breeze
I know you've felt it,
it comes about only during those times,
that particular cool breeze that you feel so much more pronounced for it chills the trails,
those trails left by drops they trickle, they run, they drip,
they find their way to the little windows of your soul, and they collect,
they swell they shine they overflow
like an uncontrollable salty dam.
And then it breaks
you bleed but not red
they spill over from soaked eyelashes, they glide over your face and you taste the salt in  your lips,
a moment when the truth has erupted out of you, for to see a truth in someone is perhaps one of the most beautiful things,
and in the darkness in the despair
like the hand of an angel it caresses
you'll feel that sweet cool breeze on your dripping face
as if to tell you it is going to be ok.
so many tears so much time
 64° 
E B K
Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
 56° 
Lonely Heart
As the lily blooms on the second spring
It drifts amidst the celestial mirror
The illusion of stillness unperturbed
Moonlight glistens as form is cast
Joyous is the night today
When the light of tomorrow is cast astray
Day or night, the seasons will change
Who am I to say I am unchanged
My illusion of stillness never remains
For the moonlight pond
Shatters from one ripple
That is the luxury of living
and the mark of death
 51° 
Sienna
Its the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.
 47° 
nuggz
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
 46° 
julie
trees are changing their robes;
on misty mornings
I am sitting on my porch.
a book  
I've found in a vintage bookstore
at the corner of my street
is lying in my lap

drinking a tea
wrapped into my favorite blanket
and watching my neighbors
carving their pumpkins

smelling the scent
of firewood
while also listening to
Frank Sinatra

autumn, oh autumn
where have you been?
 42° 
Sea's End
When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.
Another haiku? Wow! I'm only so good with words until I actually need to use them. Just ask my girl. (Spoiler alert: I'm really bad at articulating my thoughts in the heat of the moment. That's why I'm here.)
 42° 
Grey
It's not my fault
that you've stolen my heart.
 42° 
Pyrrha
I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know
 41° 
Saige
Chicken tenders and chicken wings,
I love all those chicken things.
But if you asked me about my own,
I would say "leave them alone".
 37° 
Rebekah Donders
Heroism comes in the form of a sweet smile, a helping hand and a kind word.
 36° 
Anna Bell
“i love you”
those words
                      d
                         r
                           i
                             p
                               p
                                 e
                                   d
                                      from his lips
i believed his deceitful manner
his charisma, it was alluring
I think most people take this as an s.o. but it could be anyone who stopped loving you a friend, a parent to just deceive you to get what they want from you. I also thought of the devil as I wrote this, he deceives you and feeds you with lies to follow him.
 34° 
Blckstr
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 32° 
More Love
Lord, release my heart
From this cage it’s in

I need to breath
Fresh air

I am full of fire
And resentment

Encased and surrounded by the past
Which has become my present
And my future

Unable to change him,
Loving and tender.

He cares for himself
Foremost
And I, foremost for him.
 31° 
Blackedpoison
she kept her death
within her breath,
she joined the destruction
with its half seduction.
until she fell in love with
its obstruction.


by:blackedpoison
 31° 
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.
 29° 
Rafi
I read Your poetry again
last night and all I could do
was stare at the wide sky
which bridge the distance
between us
...
 29° 
JP
It
stands in front
to lover
stands next
to wife...
 27° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 27° 
Julie
Do not lie oceans bed
Rise desert water tread
Snakes of skin hidden depth
Lotus found times of dread
 26° 
Carlo C Gomez
Can't be sodium-free, baby
Not when life is in hyperdrive
And microwave is king
 26° 
Star BG

FEAR is a species of poisonous snake
One bite and you lose connection to trust.

Antidote:  Deep breath to connect to heart.

**
DOUBT it is like a venomous snake.
its poison spreads quickly.


Antidote: Affirmations of self love everyday.

*
EGO is a snake that lies deep within
One bite and you spiral into endless chatter.

Antidote:  connecting to move inside heart.

*
HATE is a deadly snake that bites with fake news rhetoric
One bite and one is left with separation of fellow man

Antidote: spread the love in deeds and voice.

***

JUDGEMENT is a snake virulent with venom that burns.
One bite and it travels deep attacking good thoughts.

Antidote  Reprograming of mind to connect to God within.


inspired by Aprillia Many thanks
And with your read you get one free Haiku. To be read at your convenience

Venomous snake is
fear, doubt, Ego, Hate, judgments,
Antidote...the heart
 26° 
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