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the type of love that gives you lungs in place of a heart that
gives you aches and pains in places you've never thought before
the type of love that we're all tired of talking about
some more than others
the floor is a maze, it's a tricky walk to the door but i
love you
enough to dig these nails right into
my skin, and tear open everything enough to dive six feet into the watery grave of an old wanderer, who's seen more than one could ever want to confess
i am a mess but i
i love you
Junior McIntyre
When God wanted to write poetry he made man, when he wanted to write good poetry he made woman, and a man and woman in love, that’s just poetry in motion.
Kelly Anne
gently kind
mentally mad

they never see
just what’s inside
they freckle faced head
that ginger hair of lies

her deceitful smell of roses
shields dark ****** nights
people are good at hiding things, weirdly kindness hides the darkest secrets
They say only the devil walks in darkness.
But I pray daily in darkness...
And sin openly in the light!
What does that make me??
pages of someone else's creativity
bleeding highlighter
tabbed in pink

reading is not as simple as it seems
all the bright places
sophie mechaune
I feel like
I'm stuck
right behind my eyes
maybe I just need caffeine
or maybe it's
in disguise
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
Turns out that one good week
Was too much for me
But someday, I know
My heart will mend my soul
And I'll be better again

This is only temporary
So I'll leave you to your feelings
And work on being kinder
Open up my eyes and
Wait until you find you

In the end
This is not the end
You're only one bit
And you don't deserve
The things I did
So I'll be quiet
Go back to my old ways
Of dreaming about
What's behind your eyelids

This will end alright
I think
I just feel it
I'm trying way too hard, and I'm still learning how to stop. I'll get there though. I'll do what I want, and if they want, maybe they'll join me.
We'll see.
i know that i don’t know you

but i feel like i do

after watching the stars

how impressive is it

that of all the planets

you’re right next to me
deep talks and stargazing at 9pm on tennis courts
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.
Nikki Danilov
"you live in an utter daydream. . .
it's beautiful and a nightmare at the same time."
"was she your sun?"
"no, she was my moon
and if that meant
id have to disappear
for her light to shine
then thats ok"
so i took my stuff
and i walked away
Terry Collett
He said
he kept God
in the pores
of his soul;
felt His breath
on each word
he spoke;
felt vibrations
from nails
in hands and feet.

Silence bit
at the confusion
of sounds,
pushed through
with such heavy silence
that he could hear
his brain tick.

The window view
shows a panorama
of snow and ice
and white skies
and grey clouds.

Prayer is work
and work is prayer
and if be listens carefully,
God tiptoes
and is
and isn't there.
You can be happy
You may fall
But that's better
Then not being happy at all
You may want to curl up and die
I'll give you time to cry
But being in the light is better in the dark
Trying to be happy is better than slowly drowning  your heart
the housecat's whiskers
make a proper clothesline for
heavy drops of milk
have you not heard
the notes of falling petals
on calm ponds?

or the hush
of blooming buds
under the bright stars?

can you hear
the music of falling snow
in the morning light?

they are all so much louder
than the silence I hear
from You each night
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.
Obadiah Grey
the he
that is me
when the we
just could not be
finally, sees this truth.

I can’t continue expecting to survive
clues and innuendos play a broken lullaby
the orange sky waves the wavy midnight

and blurs me to insane
still with the full moon
I wait for your arrival

a broken lullaby breaking promises
rock n' roller, I hear your song
the lullaby plays her broken, plays me

clues clue me, innuendos clear
I surf into those waves
up to the center of your dead star

clouds of porcelain below
your blue eyes
he plays broken, plays me

The Calm
I started writing poetry,
Because I liked a girl

I wasn't sure if she liked me back
And insecure of the things I lack

My poem made her blush and smile
So I've been writing poems for a while
True story
Living is hard.
I understand that.
Living can be annoying.
I get that.
Living can be rough.
I know that.
Living can be a pain.
I understand that.
But life is so much more than that, please keep living.
Julia Friedman
You're like ambient snow
And the background thrum of heartache
It's been snowing a lot recently
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.)
all of you
drive me mad
and the angry things
make me sad
why must we all
be so bad
being hateful to one another
is a new fad
being rude for no reason
is totally rad
Anna Bell
“i love you”
those words
                                      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.
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
Because I felt that you felt
What you said
So much
I have such a deeply imprinted
Emotional memory of this
Most beautiful scary moment
Everything's connected, you said this
And I thought it so many times
Amd want to think it again but also feel it again. This is probably the scary part.
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
Sofia Paderes
I do not know
which one of us nestled here first.

All I know is a darkly blanketed sky,
glowing red tongues flickering,
a you and an I, wondering

if your open palms seek solace
in its warmth, or if
your scorched fingers have decided
they've played with too much.
Prompt: Two people watching a fire.

Sometimes I don't know if the help I try to give the people I love helps them or harms them.
Pagan Paul
You are the future
but already a ghost,
and I sit tapping a pen
waiting for you to come.

Invade my empty mind,
crowd it with wisdom
that can be flow written
across lines of emotions.

Just as an ear for poetry
harkens to a moving soul.

Pagan Paul © (15/01/20)
I’ve become so good at opposites
I smile, when I want to pour out everything in me
I dance, when I want to collapse into myself
I stay awake, when all I want to do is dream
I stay with you, when all I want to do is leave
Brighter than the stars in night,
Yet darker than the fright
Your smile is as breathtaking
as the aurora's of North side;
Hues of love
Chris Saitta
Keep your trees, keep them for your heaven of ashen dusk
And night like the pale-faced deathmask of emperors,
No reason that the commoner to oblivion is hushed,
These old-wise woods and leaves, peopled without us.

Keep Macedonian dust lightly conquered over the breeze,
So that it shoots its tail like the centuries-sole comet,
The scorched earth left by Alexander’s mapmaker eyes,
Swung wide like his Sarissophoroi over Persian might.

Remember the lesser grove of his teacher Aristotle’s tribe,
They have only slipped their sandals off, to bare themselves
Of sound and the concourse of the foot’s impulse,
Caught the lithesome wind, to flow outside our hearing,
And muse as empire of air and loss and forgotten walks.

Keep your trees and the darkening sky through them
That remind me of the passing into the past.
Never is the poem from tongue of ***** or plow.
Sarissophoroi were Macedonian light cavalry under Alexander, so named for the pikes they carried (sarissa).

Aristotle taught Alexander until his mid-teens.
sandra wyllie
a fever
with love

Your enemy
with kindness thereof

the hopeless
with dreams

the cursed
by means

the lonely
with song

your temper
not long

this life
with creation

your emptiness
with imagination
An empty canvas
I once was
Clear, pure and yet to be discovered
I desired the simple touch of paint
And envied the true essence of colour
When the day finally came
I wasn’t painted
Yet invaded
By the darkest shade of misery.
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
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      d                        ­                  
      ♡                                       ­             
s                                                  ­  
e                     ­             

                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and

I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
d       ­     


                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
             ­                             ♡
                                  ­        I
       ­                                             s
                  ­                             o
                     ­          s
                    ­                              y
                                 ­                   ♡

                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
                                                               ­                 a
                                                                ­                     n
                                                               ­                   d
                                            ­                            ♡
                                   ­                            c
                                                               ­   l
                                                            ­                d
                                                                ­                   ♡

                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                  ­ n
                           ­               h
      ­                           r

the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
k         ­                         
♡                                      ­    
♡  ­        

                   You                                                              ­    
all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
n   ­                                                       
♡       ­                               
o  ­                      
e                               ­       
♡                     ­           

       Winds                                                            ­              
blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
♡                                                                ­
b                                                               ­ 
y                                                              ­  
s    ­                                            
d            ­                                              
e                 ­                                                   ♡
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 ***
once upon a time
long ago
there was a you and me

i knew you once
and it was nice
silence was comfy
and we didnt have to try

i knew you once
long ago
you shared your secrets
and i shared mine

i knew you once
long ago
but where did you go...?
argh, i miss you.
Emily Miranda
hi hi its my birthdayyyyyy
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