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 457° 
Quinn Adaire
The dumb fool says,
“Forget and forgive!”
“Move on!”
“Get over it!”

The wise man says,
“Forgive but do not forget.”
“Move forward.”
And
Holds you while you cry a river.
 280° 
elish
maybe if to you, i didn't lie,
you're still alive.
maybe if i didn't talk back to you,
you're still here, real & true.
maybe if I wasn't naughty,
I wouldn't be visiting you in a cemetery.
maybe if I just listen to everything you've said,
you wouldn't be dead.
maybe if I made you more proud,
you'd sleep beside me safe & sound.
maybe if I didn't stress you so much,
I wouldn't write this such.
maybe if I was a good daughter,
your life lasted longer.
maybe if I didn't do all of those,
you're still here with me real close.

it's been 9 years,
and I still can't stop my falling tears...
for my mum,
i love you always, see you real soon.
-e.
 270° 
BRANDON-CHAMUNORWA
I hear it's dark
There is no electricity,no food,
no sun-just the moon.

I hear it's not safe too
There is no money, no love,
no birthing-just abortions!
From the unborn baby's perspective.
 250° 
Sohamkumar Chauhan
कभी मत रहो आश्रित किस्मत पर केवल
करो तुम मेहनत, तभी होंगे तुम सफल

पहले तुम्हारे काम अटकते हुए दिखेंगे
पहले तुम्हारे मार्ग भटकते हुए दिखेंगे
कुछ समझ में न आए तभी जब तुम्हें
मन से ताकत खिसकते हुए दिखेंगे
धीरे - धीरे बाद में तुम जाओगे संभल
करो तुम मेहनत, तभी होंगे तुम सफल

छांव धूप से तुम्हे डराती हुई आयेगी
सुस्ती तुम्हे आलस्य सिखाती हुई आयेगी
जब इन सभी से काम नहीं बने तो
किसी और की गिरावट दिखाती हुई आयेगी
इन सब को पीछे छोड़कर तुम आओगे अव्वल
करो तुम मेहनत, तभी होंगे तुम सफल

जब काम बाजू रखकर तुम सोने वाले हो
तब काम रुक जाएगा, तुम रोने वाले हो
वक़्त पर तुम अगर नहीं जागे तो
अपने हाथों से सबकुछ खोने वाले हो
तन - मन से निकलो बदबूदार यह तरल
करो तुम मेहनत, तभी होंगे तुम सफल
 249° 
Mystic Ink Plus
Sincerely
Wake
Me


If
I'm
Asleep
Genre: Inspirational
Theme:  Political Zero Hour [00:00:00]
 240° 
Joy
Spiraling
                down
                          a pit
                                  of anxiety.

                     When suddenly


                          A

                          f

    ­                      r

                          e

           ­               e

                          f

                  ­        a

                          l

                         ­ l

                    headfirst
                    short
                    sharp
            ­        burst.

                          And then

P     r     o     c     r   a    s    tination
spilled         un   e   ve       nly

           on a tiled bathroom floor.
 211° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 182° 
Deul
Life
wether it's mine or yours
it doesnt simple goes that way
we all revive,survive, or die
But a thing was beautiful
atleast we had one.
 176° 
Cesar Botetano
Suddenly all the past was here again
magically revealed by the pale coolness of her face


Inscrutable signs
the subtle language of the Gods
Down here the trees blossom
 155° 
Johnny walker
I suppose you could say I'm a dreamer for that's where I spend most of
my days flying from
one dream to
another
For I dream of my
dearest darling who has long been gone from
this life but still visits regularly In my
dreams
Retired now and free
from what I call the rat race that's of life to do I wish so I'll happily fly from one dream to another
میں تکلیف میں جو رویا سو رویا تھا
میرا عدو مجھے رلا کر بہت رویا تھا
پھول اس نے مجھے یوں پیش کر کے
زندگی میں خار کا عنصر پرویا تھا
گناہ گار ھوں مگر مانتا ھوں مؔظلوم
تو بھی یہاں دودھ سے نہ دھویا تھا
 139° 
Carolina
All the poetry inside of me
burns down to nothing,
just like the love I felt,
just like the dreamed I dreamed.

Once again I have failed,
I have reached a dead end,
love is only in my head.
 130° 
Henley
If I had to do it over again,
I wouldn't be the strong friend

I wouldn't be the one
That you never have to worry about

At least them,
I wouldn't have to worry about
You hurrying out

The moment I tell you what's really on my mind.
 110° 
carson
They say don't fall in love with writers
because their poems
are messy
and their letters
are empty words
dressed up to look pretty.
But I say
fall in love with me
because underneath the mess
and in between the lines
is a heart too full of love
that would follow you to any city.
Darling,
kiss me like you need
to feel safe
because my lips want to know
all the places
you have been hurt
so they can make all the pain
drift away
 108° 
Jo Barber
As I stroked your hair,
you batted my hand away,
just as you always did.

Mornings were lost
and evenings vanished
under your gaze,
but I always came back for more.

We were a round hole
and a square peg,
but we tried our best to fit together.

In my attempt to please you,
I only made us both unhappy,

and for that, I'm very sorry.
 107° 
Elle Dhani
You have to endure the pain,
So you'll get used to it
Even railways' light's unkind
To unveil courage
and skew the right wind

You have to endure the pain.
 102° 
Justyn Huang
Grow up, they said
but even as I did
I lost some child like wonder

Now. All I could ever want
Is to grow back down.
 99° 
rae
Burn the paragraphs of pain.
Through the struggles you grow.
Let the rain of tears water the roots.
Let fresh air fill your lungs.
Reach for the sun.
Reach for its light,let it fill your heart with warmth.
Dance to the sweet rhythm of love.
 98° 
whoever
“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”
 77° 
Germain Nouveau
Puisque de Sisteron à Nantes,
Au cabaret, tout français chante,
Puisque je suis ton échanson,
Je veux, ô Française charmante,
Te fredonner une chanson ;
Une chanson de ma manière,
Pour toi d'abord, et mes amis,
En buvant gaiement dans mon verre
À la santé de ton pays.

Amis, buvons à la Fortune
De la France, Mère commune,
Entre Shakespeare et Murillo :
On y voit la blonde et la brune,
On y boit la bière... et non l'eau.
Doux pays, le plus doux du monde,
Entre Washington... et Chauvin,
Tu baises la brune et la blonde,
Tu fais de la bière et du vin.

Ton cœur est franc, ton âme est fière ;
Les soldats de la Terre entière
T'attaqueront toujours en vain.
Tu baises la blonde et la bière
Comme on boit la brune et le vin.
La brune a le con de la lune,
La blonde a les poils... du mâtin...
Garde bien ta bière et ta brune,
Garde bien ta blonde et ton vin !

On tire la bière de l'orge,
La baïonnette de la forge,
Avec la vigne on fait du vin.
Ta blonde a deux fleurs sur la gorge,
Ta brune a deux grains de raisin.
L'une accroche sa jupe aux branches,
L'autre sourit sous les houblons :
Garde bien leurs garces de hanches,
Garde bien leurs bougres de cons.

Pays vaillant comme un archange,
Pays plus *** que la vendange
Et que l'étoile du matin,
Ta blonde est une douce orange,
Mais ta brune ah !... sacré mâtin !
Ta brune a la griffe profonde ;
Ta rousse a le teint du jasmin ;
Garde-les bien ! Garde ta blonde
Garde-la, le sabre à la main.

Que tes canons n'aient pas de rouilles,
Que tes fileuses de quenouilles
Puissent en paix rire et dormir,
Et se repose sur tes couilles
Du présent et de l'avenir.
C'est sur elles que tu travailles
Sous les toisons d'ombre ou d'or fin :
Garde-les des regards canailles,
Garde-les du coup d'œil hautain !

Pays galant, la langue est claire
Comme le soleil dans ton verre,
Plus que le grec et le latin ;
Autant que ta blonde et ta bière
Garde-la bien, comme ton vin.
Pays plus beau que le Soleil, Lune,
Étoile, aube, aurore et matins.
Aime bien ta blonde et ta brune,
Et fais-leur... beaucoup de catins !
 76° 
Blue
You
With your words
The Knife.
You.

Me
Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.
Me.

Us
A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.
Us.

We
Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.
We.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
Oof...  I wrote this one a while ago...

(Also this poem is dedicated to my father, like a like a lot of my poems)
 75° 
Izzy
Sad
my sadness is disfiguring
that **** ain't poetry

.
.
.
 70° 
putiira
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
 66° 
Blaze
When I chase the sunset to somewhere unseen,

When my footsteps cease to be something the Earth can taste;

I want to plummet into sky

And flail like flames, falling into eternal twilight.
 61° 
Donall Dempsey
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound
only

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
 61° 
Ryan O'Leary
Going down is Filatio,
sometimes known as a
lift shaft, if the building
is tall enough, but what
better serendipity than
to be sharing the same
                
                  






         floor as her.
 59° 
Melinda Barrett
In your little world I’m not on your mind
In your little world everything’s just fine
But in my little world everything hurts
In my little world you’re just an excerpt
 59° 
Incomplete
I want to read my own mind,
but I know not to trust the author.
 57° 
Shadow Dragon
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
 53° 
Christina
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
 52° 
Issy
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
 51° 
SoVi
Take me to the
Back row
Back room
Back door

Touch me
Where I said no
Pretend and act
Like you don't know

That these
Tears
Aches
Cries
Are from you



© Sofia Villagrana 2020
 48° 
cat
<3
alone with my thoughts
i turn to the sea and i
smile, thinking of you
 46° 
Kim Essary
Reaching out to catch you and save you from the fall
so many times I caught you and warned you of that wall.
I’m holding onto you in every possible way
Overpowered by your strength I’m begging you to stay
My eyes are pouring tears as I watch you try to cross a weak and broken bridge
Where I’ve seen too many fall from the never returning edge
As the waters run rapid like a raging beast below your feet
Waters so powerful even you cannot defeat
This is the place I’ve warned you of so many times before
The place where I can’t save you anymore
Your ears have grown deaf to me as your eyes have turned from blue to black
The devil of addiction has taken you as I fight to get you back
Addiction is real but it affects more than just the addict.
 46° 
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
code.
 44° 
Cné
~
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

~
My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
 43° 
Kyla Mae
I found the truth
In your broken
promises.
9th.
 42° 
ArielMarriel
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.

Listen...

You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
 39° 
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
 39° 
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
 38° 
MawaLin
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
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