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Jay M
Take me away
Far away
To a land of wonder

Soon, I beg,
Soon, I plea,
Lift me up
Dear family...

Hated by the blood,
I know,
But family of soul
Please don't let me go...

- Jay M
October 21st, 2019
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

and never
be satisfied
with less.

to be young
to die old
inside  your
angel eyes

and sing.
Kelly McManus
We're all approaching
other people's misfortune
unless we say no

                  Kelly McManus
It was so overwhelming
the swirls of orange around me
A subtle dreamy orange like the sunset
So safe
So light
I waved my finger for more swirls of orange
my fingers wiping the sky as the night turns bluer
the sky became this deep ocean blue
My fingers drew points on the sky where I want to go
with each point a sparkle
then the lit up for me.
Take my joy.
I don't care.
I'm broken and hopelessly drained.
I don't wanna get up.
There's no point.
Katja Pullinen
They look at him and thinking he's Hero.
They do believing in his words. They glancing to his eyes and give to him applaus.
Bravo, bravo, bravo, HERO!!!
They see what eyes it's let to see them.
But they won't see inside.
Inside a little scared child.
A little child of Hero.
Applaus, applaus, applaus.
You are a HERO, number 1.
Inside of Hero scared child.
Gargle, boggle, google eyee bogles
Stack! Stalks, balking at raucous menageries.

I badgered my basic bougie bailiff.

Staggered, I berated a beleugered nation of basal biscuit-heads.

Dead. My eye were dead.

I bled out my eyes.

You're welcome.

I tried.

I let you be red.
And now I'm boiled up.

I led you into
Mordor and boiled your cup.
The night is daughter to the moon

The sun her father

Wilful and wild


So unlike her serene and graceful mother

Or her bold papa

She hides where they shine

Unseen and often unheard

Keeper of secrets

Dark eyed girl of mystery and magic

Singular blue child

Of many questions

And few answers
Renee Danes
Sometimes we need to watch
Where our feet our going
So that we don't fall down the stairs of life
And end up with broken bones
And tears that last eternally...
Because I feel.
I dreamt of a house on a hill.

A gentle gaze looked through the window

And a sound of the sweetest tune filled

The scenery from a flute’s blow.

The image of an aged adventurer fulfilled

With his journey ends as the dreamer grows.
Beauty of autumn
   As I watch the sunset fades
    Yellow, mellow, gold
A pain so strong can cause our mind to snap
Change the reality in front of you,
To see what you want,
Instead of what you need to see.
This is for those whose heart is broken or has lost someone. Losing someone to whether it be death or drifting apart can make your mind create a reality that isn't true so the pain can hurt a little less.
Grace E
Only a truly weak man would try to prove his strength by hurting a woman.
Men that hurt women need some real men to show up and beat the sh*t out of him :)
Mystic Ink Plus
She gets time
To face a mirror
And admit
She is beautiful

So here
I remind her

Every day
Every time
Genre: Romantic
Theme: Eyes Talk
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
And hoping
For the best that you'll do
In life
And your future
I love you
Kafka Joint
Till the end, from the beginning,
There is barely meaning.
Probably, after the end.
Janal Rajput
Be the gusty wind
Screaming against confinement
To roam the skies free
Summer Shellhamer
Love shouldn't hurt,
Love shouldn't feel insecure,
Love shouldn't be breakin' my heart,
Loving you is a constant war,
Heck, what am I even fighting for?
Note: this is a work in progress.
no matter
what i do
can't stop
loving you
James Harvey
Are mortals bound not to commit sin?
Nor trigger the pride they have within?
But what can we lowly mortals possibly do?
Than to keep on living til our time is due...
A short story
exposed bones

Poetry in motion
skeletal songs
my mind is empty of words
I have nothing to write about
I sit and I ponder
on what I wish to express
but whatever I do
they always end up as
works in progress
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.
No matter how far gone we are there's a part of us we'd never forget.

Whatever that part of us is, whether good or bad, we're going to remember it till we take our last breath.
On the edge of sleep you are the moon
suspended in a midnight sky
shining among all the stars in heaven
A ’twinkling in your eyes

You are my Sunday morning
sharing skin between the sheets
And lazy afternoons
That leave me full, complete

You are a life long journey
A path that leads me home
A fire to stir my passion
The only one I’ve known

You’re whispers in my coffee
Sweet echoes are my cream
You‘re the rage of lustful yearnings
In my silent movie screams

Just like a speckled puppy
You bring me youthful joy
Like a candy coated confection
That leaves me wanting more

You burn with fire and flame
That robs me of my sight
You’re everything I long for
An ageless guiding light

You are a timeless vessel, dear
The maker of my sighs
A keeper of my secrets
The flame I can’t deny

You are that haunting melody
Rewinding in my head
A bold and tasty morsel
That keeps my hunger fed

In dreams…you are the moon, love
Sweet whispers in the night
You settle on my pillowslip
To make all my wrongs seem right

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.
My heart aches
for you
but you are
nowhere to be found
So I will put pen to paper
and write of my love
if you return too late
you can read my last words
Peter Garrett
I wrote this a million times
But I could never really find
Proper words to fill your lines
There's just too many curves in them
i've found you, my home
let me rest inside your arms
and don't let me go
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
The Vault
In my eyes
The light seems so much brighter
And colors
So much deeper
Your beauty
So much bigger
In my eyes
I can not deny
That you
In this light
Are so much more pretty
Than any sunset
Any night.
Dedicated to my love.
Olivia A Keaton
shake the frozen dew off yourself

wait for that sun to make you new

grow and thrive! that's my advice

though it isn't easy, flowers look nice
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
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!
Carmen Jane
My fangs grew overnight
And when I tried to hide my smile
It poked my lower lip
From it, a bit of blood dripped,
It tasted sweet.

I walked over arched bridges at night
The ones, that mold around the moon light,
My fangs were longing for a match
To graze your lips, your mouth to touch.
On you, to latch.

The knock woke me from my deep sleep,
I heard some kids say trick or treat,
I realized it's Halloween!
I gathered candy from under couch
I didn't need my plastic fangs
I had my own and the costume matched...
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

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

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.
The Red Woman
you’re so fun and colourful

..yes, i know,
im compensating for the dullness inside

yes, i know
I’m tired of people dying
Of all the loss in this world

She was lost years ago
To the cancer in her body
Her ashes spread in the sea
Resting where she loved

I’m tired of people dying
Of all the loss in this world

She was lost way too young
The water too deep for her
Stuffed animals on the alter
Two years wasn’t enough

I’m tired of people dying
Of all the loss in this world

He was lost last week
When he fell too far
Only eighteen years
Sister said “see you soon”

I’m tired of people dying
Of all the loss in this world

She was lost long ago
Her heart beat blocked
A daughter, a sister, a niece
Just SMiLe, you’ll be okay

I’m tired of people dying
On October 11th, 2019 a boy I graduated with passed away. At his funeral his twin sister said “This isn’t goodbye. This is see you soon. I love you. I’ll see you soon.”
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
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.
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