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 2760° 
no truth login
my way to say,
present, in Wonderland.

present in your life when least expected,
no qualifying reassurance reason,
and best!
dessert-deserved more than the rest of the days

prefer to have a postman ring twice,
imagining the look on your confused face,
the genuine life velocity wholeheartedly surprised,
the tickling happiest angst of wondering why...

the present of presence is selfish, me-gleeful,
good for the soul, and the surprise message,
for my presence is all the greater by my absence,
well, it tickles that warm spot you almost forgot about
that no rowed columnar calendar manager can pretend provide

that’s what is all about...
(and stop grinning already)
the unexpected, the ******* jack wondering,
the whys grows lesser,  
the message très simple:
the no reason season of surprise,
starts with a daily sunrise..  

C'est la vie au pays des merveilles


postscript
————-
(Holiday and Birthday wishes/presents are now de rigeur, obligatory,
forgetting unacceptable, even as a date’s meaning grow less significant,
now that we’re on Facebook to be advised by AI that controls it & destroys simultaneously,
the reduction of the remembering quality of life)
 556° 
Vanessa Gatley
Hormones
Up
Makes
All
Nutrients
 445° 
Asena Keles
you've been stuck in that cage for so long
you forgot what it's like to be out there
fresh air hurts your lungs
but you don't want to get back inside
it was cruel and lonely
you almost forgot to speak
you almost forgot to feel
there was no one to torture you but yourself
means no one to save you, too
 323° 
A
As I close my eyes memories of you flood my mind
My laughter sounds from when you used to make me laugh
My smile grinning while I smiled while I lay with you thinking I was I could make time stop here in this moment forever
Holding your hand and wishing I never had to let it go
But then the sun came up and I woke up and it was all a dream
 200° 
Pat Raia
Betrayal
disappointment
disrespect
they're
the prices
that
we pay
when
we
imagine
Eden
 200° 
Stained Glass
to not have deep emotions,
because even when she feels nothing
she can feel it completely."
 193° 
Angelica
Good girl will forget
                 the mistakes you've made
Good girl will forget
                 the tears she'd shed
Good girl will forget
                 how many women you've laid
Good girl will forget
                 that night she bled
 190° 
Lash
he who is content
is rich.
only good intent,
i'm witch.
i wish on stars and crystals,
high pitched
like whistles.
brushing through the ripples
like bristles.
-
wavy,
90s baby,
i say mad
and you say crazy,
i say maybe.
im busy riding wave lengths
surfing time,
i know that everything is first to seek
and then to find.
 183° 
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.
 168° 
elaine
my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.
h      
          e
                     l
                             p
       m
                 e

h
          e
                    l
                          ­     p
          m
                     e

writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.
why does it have to be like this?
 126° 
Alex B
Ad
Looking for someone to fight to have me
Reward: me
 123° 
dr Jade
I find myself drawn to you
In your eyes I can drown myself in
In your smile I find comfort in
In your arms I find forever with

If I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me up
If this is real, I want to fall
Into you, into your gravity
To immerse myself into your totality
 121° 
Xaela San
I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
 119° 
Raj Bhandari
Day
Boy,its just another day,
So, will you smile today!
 118° 
thelemonpolice
Do you want to talk about my depression because you want to feel like a good person,
Or because you'll actually listen?
a little short breather of a poem compared to the rest ****
 117° 
Akmal zulhelmi
Can we be honest,
is love real
or is it just a game
We all play?

And losers,
Lost everything.
Even the ability,
To love deeply.
Seems about right.
 116° 
Emily
and just because
your problem seems a little less significant
than another
doesn’t mean
you aren’t worth to be given
a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day
 100° 
Elle
Love me or hate me
Either way, you are thinking about me.
 91° 
JKJI
On days that I make it through the storm,
slow death looms over me.

The aftermath leaves nothing unturned.
I am the dead man walking.

Moments turn into an endless cycle
of mournful days without the sun.

Days, when getting up hurts more
because in my dreams is where I am alive.

Days, when reality is the grave I am buried in.
Days, when it hurts more to be alive.
 87° 
Moon Flower
if father time lent me the power
to rewind the minutes and hours
if seconds were mine
I’d run backwards in time
to be forever with you

if your kisses were everlasting
if desires and dreams became real
I’d keep every kiss, pressed on my lips
once more, to be forever with you

seems we spend our lives to search to find
the one true love of our lifetime
hard to find one
I’ve searched the world high and low
I'm one of the lucky ones I know
I found you

if falling stars granted my wishes
and all I long for became true
all the stars in the sky
would fall by your side
granting all wishes, wished only by you

seems we spend our lives to search to find
the one true love of our lifetime
hard to find one
I’ve searched the world high and low
I'm one of the lucky ones I know
I found you
parody Jim Croce's time in a bottle
 81° 
Haley
it’s getting late.
you should be in bed by now.
why?
so that you will become big and strong one day.
so, you have nightmares?
i do too!
aren’t the scary?
yeah, they can be but i am scarier.
 81° 
rose
...
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
and
Searching for happiness in everything
:)
 77° 
will19008
silhouetted birds
pierce the sunrise
like a black dart
etching lines across
the blue and gold
of dawn
 64° 
viola
Have you ever cut your hands
picking up
someone else's broken pieces?
shed blood
as they walk away
with the only band-aid.
 63° 
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.
 59° 
Cat Lynn
The life you want
Is not yours to have

The life you want
You believe would make you more glad

The life you want
You covet and try to steal away

The life you want
Is not yours to claim

The life you want
Is all my life is

THIS IS MY LIFE
BUT YOU WANT ME TO GIVE!

The life you want
Would be two of mine

My life is what you want!
You've crossed the line

The life you want
Prohibits me from being special

The life you want
Will only fire missiles

The life you want
I can not understand

When the life you want
Is everything I am...
I have not comment for this poem


I'm so tired of myself
 49° 
FrankieM
I can only pour so much
Of myself into you
You say I'm half empty
I say I'm half full

It's hard to stay gentle
When you've been so cruel
I say I'm in love
You say I'm a fool
 46° 
Leah
I think we have always been soulmates.
my dearest alison,
 45° 
sandra wyllie
are farsighted? I’m splitting in two
in front of them, and still I can’t get
their attention. They walk over me like
I’m fallen leaves. I feel so used. I beg and

I plead for some relief. But they think it’s
my usual drama. So, I wear my steely armor
and smile. I’m not fooling anyone, least of all
myself. So, I hide in a bottle like a ship. And just like

the ship I can’t get out of the narrow
mouth. And there’s a cork at the head that won’t let
anything in. So, here I’m all alone by myself, which is
something I’m used to. And now since I’m split at the bow
I’ve no masts but two hulls.
 45° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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.
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 44° 
Madds
It’s the kind of sadness where your rib cage
Contorts
And twists and
Snaps.

Depression doesn’t float through my veins
It crawls through my bones, with dagger hands
And winding movements.

I cannot breathe.

And yet there was nothing taken from me.
But then again you took everything all at once the moment you looked in my eyes, covered my mouth and forced me down.

I don’t know why your smell still lingers in my every thought.

I’m not scared anymore.
 44° 
JP
I'm not afraid to die
Just let me say goodbye

- sometimes I don't think I'm made for this world
 44° 
Kora Sani
i anchor
myself
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

friends
family
the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
 42° 
Sky
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
anew.
 42° 
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.
 41° 
Katinka
You
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time
first.

You
with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best
second.

You
with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love
third.

You
with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

I
with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
 39° 
laura
got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves
o this is so sad, alexa play despacito

Daily #3 baybeeeeee how tf does this website work
 37° 
Vaughn
You
Make me weak.
Make the best of me.

You?
You’re not the maybe.
You’re the one.
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