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Death is not pretty.
Death is not brave,
Death is not freedom
Or grace
Or clarity
Or glorious.
Death is lonely,
Undignified,  
And vastly disappointing.
I do not recommend you try it.
 240° 
Michael Adams
Were you the one or one in five?
Is it dead or still alive?
Could I be six or even more?
Could I be ten and you be four?
Did I forget to carry one?
Did I add numbers just for fun?
Or multiply my feelings out?
Or round down when you’d yell and shout?
For I was never good at this.
And all the signs they went amiss.
For every answer every sum,
I can’t erase my only one.
 234° 
Jeff Stirrat
My monolithic heart
Beats a
Forsaken rhythm,
Solid darkness
Its surround.
It’s fissured core
Grows wider
With each dawn.
Condemned
to solitary confinement.
Awaiting the enchanter
To carve its future.
 227° 
Zay
"Dead people receive more flowers
than the living ones
because regret is stronger
than gratitude."

-Anne Frank
 226° 
Eileen H
grounded in this reality
always, something keeps me. today it is my jeans, digging into the soft skin under my belly, reminding me
this world was not crafted around my form
 216° 
Leah
Give me your sunsets
                                         my love
and I will paint every one of them.
Bring me your faith
and I will  m o v e  
                                     t             /\
             /\                n    a.      /    \
           /    \           u           i  /        \
         /        \     o                  n          \        
       /              m                         s        \
                                                      for you.
Share with me your darkness;
and I will leave the lights on.
Tell me about your dreams
and I will grant your every wish.
Bring me your sorrow,
                                        your pain,
and I will hold your hand through it.

Share with me your forever,
and I will promise to love you
even
longer.
I love you.
 164° 
Sophie
I'm guilty!

I said it
I did it
I shouldn't have said it
I shouldn't have done it
I saw it
I believed it
I assumed it
I forgot it
I kept it
Didn't  forgive it
Didn't react to it

I'm guilty
I accept it

I'm guilty and I'm tired
Now let me be...
Zero energy to defend myself...
 125° 
Äŧül
I don't know how I'll arrange funds.
Funds for the operation,
Funds for the serious surgery.

I can seek help from my parents.
But I am their ligation,
Both of them must be weary.

I wanna arrange the money by myself,
From my own PhD remuneration,
For the treatment & operation.

Or maybe from my novel sales,
If 100 more copies sell,
I can have enough money for surgery.

See if you can help me at all,
Its story is the best I can tell,
And poetry is its decoration.
My HP Poem #1780
©Atul Kaushal
 122° 
Alice
the sadness
is back again
i don't know why
it just seems like every time
i get better
or
i move forward
the world tilts
and all of a sudden
i am no longer running away
i am running into the darkness
always running
and i'm tired
so tired
 115° 
Mykenzie
Sometimes
You meet the right people
At the wrong times.


That thing could’ve worked
If it was a bit later,
Or maybe a bit sooner.

Maybe
We would’ve worked
If it was at a different time
In a different place.
With different people

Maybe
We could’ve lasted.

Maybe
You were the right person
At the wrong time.
 112° 
atticus wilson
You’ve seen me through so many things
And now you can ask me anything
Flip through the poems
The questions you’ve had will finally be answered
Ask me
And I’ll tell you the truth
 103° 
Mar
while her bed is full of people
her heart is empty
longing to be filled by him.
 101° 
just my words
But love has left to cry
Do not ask me why
only kindness, will even try
 96° 
DAF
sometimes the words
won't fall in line
disobedient
unruly
others though
they just appear
as if they have always been so
 89° 
Níla
It makes you cry and leaves you sad
But you like the salt and you love the mad
 78° 
Inverted Soul
Life is different
with your distance
have i said it
have i said it enough??
when i wake
can i keep up
what do you want?
when failed and struggling
with a sick mind
Laying down with weight
of gravity
nothing to say with nothing
to lose
safe and sound
Insomnia!!!
far away from soothing
lead me through
bring me to the ground
my disgrace is within myself
and nothing more
cries to change mind
i begining to fade out And
fail direction
left as ashes
within inches of
non existent
i hurt and choose to believe within
as i run away from change
one day you'll remember
i push towards the pain
and pull away from sane
i watch you fade in
you watch me fade out.
 74° 
Jayantee Khare

The loneliness,
Seldom situational
Often occasional
Fairly frequent
Indeed inherent
Untimely unjust
Mostly must
..............in thinkers....dreamers....and writers..


A thought tickled n the word played
 74° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 69° 
Eloisa
She loved and valued others
as exactly as they are.
Then proudly watched them as they changed to the truest and best versions of themselves.
 60° 
Satsih Verma
I am, because
you are not there.

In cold blood
you slice the moon
and drink the tears.

The forest path
opens for the shot
tigress. She will
survive.

A mysterious hand
picks up my name to
write a wounded
poem.

There was no war
between the gatherers
of blood-soaked shirts.

Will you come back
bone, flesh, heart?
 57° 
Mike Adam
Summit

Guide
 56° 
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
 56° 
Napolis
Love me
naked beyond
flesh or bone,

trace your
fairytale dreams
to memory upon
my lips,

runaway your
passion and lust
across my eyes,

and never
let the sun
run to retire.

and deep inside
our eyes
we will define
our destiny,

and we you
will never
let each other go.

and as all
of your love
falls out
of time..

nothing will
be left
but you and I.

so let me
be your
more,

and never
be satisfied
with less.

to be young
to die old
inside  your
angel eyes

and sing.
 52° 
tinnnafish
I’ve loved you in ways that I have never been loved
I loved you for reasons that you will never know
I’ve loved you for longer than you’ve known and for far longer than you’ve deserved
It’s my fault for loving you too much
I knew you weren’t capable of accepting what I had to give
But you didn’t have to make me feel stupid
I can’t count the times you’ve brought tears to my eyes or have made me cry
You’ve hurt my feelings so many times and I just want to know why
If I could go back in time I’d try to be perfect for you just so you didn't make me feel so stupid
I gave you so many chances to change and you just made me look stupid
And now I have tears in my eyes and you’ve made me cry
I don't know why you had to make me look so stupid
 50° 
adept
his light brown hair offered kindness
his wide eyes were a safe place

his mid summer tan gave warmth
and his smile created happiness
to bad it was all a waste of time
 50° 
yasmin
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
 46° 
maddie
i try to make it look like i'm okay but i'm lying
and no one sees through the smile and sees that i'm crying
i keep pretending that things are fine
i can't keep walking this line

why can't you see i'm broken
#broken #line #lying #cry #smile
 45° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Explanation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!
 43° 
Nina
You're not mine to keep
But that won't stop me from loving you
So I'll keep on loving you
From a distance
Watching you
From afar
Praying
And hoping
For the best that you'll do
In life
And your future
I love you
Always
 43° 
eli
today,
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

today,
it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

today,
I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
 42° 
nivek
A short story
exposed bones

Poetry in motion
skeletal songs
 42° 
caroline kealler
The clouds they fade to cherry pink
Just as the grin you gave from ear to cheek

The yellow sits in my head but our dreams are washed out dead
Oh you stay in my head but please say we’re better off dead

Blue has left the sky and it’s been so long
Finally left my life and I’m so glad it’s gone

Your still in my head
My troubles are washed out dead
Please stay in my head
I’ll stay until we’re dead

Open my eyes to candy skies
Watch the colors melt me into your eyes
Paint my heart with red
Cover every lie you said
The voice in my head
Has taken off and fled
I’ll come back when your soul’s cut in two
I’ll come back when I learn to love you
 41° 
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.
 41° 
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
 40° 
Me
Patience,
darling,
don't always look at
tomorrow
with
yesterday's lenses-
cleanse
your view
and leave the window open
so that your head
can feel
the breeze...
~oO~
 36° 
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.
 36° 
Eloisa
Beauty of autumn
   As I watch the sunset fades
    Yellow, mellow, gold
 36° 
last rainy night
your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign
 35° 
Marie-Lyne
:)
I think
the world
needs
more
of us
than we
can offer
 35° 
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.

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