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 204° 
Ryan Joseph
you are unique,
its greatness is picturesque,
and as it pleases yourself,
never let the beauty be disappointed by itself.

your existence is beautiful,
never let things meet its fall
because as you grow older,
beauty will never fade as your existence is appreciated by you, dear.
be criticized first before the beauty of yours turns into uniqueness.
 170° 
Melanie Jackson
they say that nothing is wasted
but perhaps
once we truly look into it
we are constantly wasting everything
 165° 
rhiannon
u see the knife
you watch the glow
u see me smile
but can't hear me cry
u think i'm happy
but inside i'm breaking
u see the blood
then u realize
that i wasn't
lying
when i said
i'm depressed!
u wish u gave me the
support i needed
but now it's too late.
I'm dying inside...
 159° 
Grace E
You can do your upmost
Try your very best.
Give everything you have.
But you can never MAKE someone love you.
 97° 
redacted
I sit
to think
I know it all, But also
Nothing
That warm tv fuzz feels my mind
I can’t write
think
Everything is gone
I feel
Useless
Trying to put thoughts into words makes me want to scream but my vocal cords are cut
 74° 
Michael Marchese
Altering actions,
Projections,
Directions
Trajectories take
To deliver their lessons
Impose inquisition
Through force
And charisma
Convince you to
Lie, cheat and steal
An enigma
Required
To masterfully wield
The exertion of pressure
Agendas fulfilled
But it doesn’t take geniuses
For me to be
In control of the outcomes
Unanimously
 66° 
j a connor
Save The Humans
Collect The Whole Set
 50° 
Sam
The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
 47° 
marie
Roaming around aimlessly
No purpose
No resolve
Happiness has completely deserted me.
It's a cold call in the middle of the night,
you're orbiting a big yellow sun with long brown hair,
and sharp, fierce, green eyes.
Now you're being thrown from her orbit,
hurdling into a vacuum,
it's like driving without headlights.
Don't hold your breath,
you're out of her pull,
out of her grasp,
don't look back.
Just collide with other planets,
crashing and burning up with no sound,
it's a silent film.
Shedding yourself,
pieces of you crumble and break away,
as your last bits blister through the atmosphere.
Stripped down,
smooth and bare, like a newborn,
you land into the arms of a planet you can call home.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
 38° 
Eugene Osowski
What would win us to its wishes
By the beauties that abound

In the rapture of our falling
Like small raindrops
To the ground?

We need only ask the question:

Shall we live,

Or shall we die?

And may presently discover
If we fall or if we fly!

For the vale below entreats us,
And the impulse seems to swell,

As we dither in the ether
Of a pause that pleases well!

We are like a new bread broken
When an old sin is confessed -

In our thrill and “special wonder,”
We will teeter on the crest!
 37° 
Ashley Kay
Misty ravine  
The night wishes to
Be tucked under
yesterday flames,
Setting sun, apricot
gloss smooths
itself into
Channels of crows feet
Surrounded by
quietude, the hum
of machinery
A distant memory
Ashleykay2021
 35° 
Janna Orpa
The path that was once so familiar
now seems so dystopian and cold
I didn’t give up
I walked on the path paved with your memories
I wanted them to be gone
Their shadows chased me
I screamed
No one heard me
I ran
I couldn’t hide
No one comforted the scared girl
She was alone and scared
An empty gust of breezy wind reminded me of your hollow promises
Your memories are like the shadows of misery
You were once my candle in a dark cave
You blew the fire
In the end, it was just me and an empty cave
 34° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 31° 
Kierra
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
 29° 
Edmund black
All things forgotten
Not one thing forgotten
Everything is dear
The dearly beloved
A Precious time,
the journey of love
Make no mistake
Mistakes will be made
The end
Will never define us
A true bond
How special it is
For better or worse
Take my love anyway
For it was always yours.
 28° 
Mary Anne Norton
For breakfast I'm having
A strawberry kissed sky
With a blend of pale  blue
Above me
Downed with a quiet cup
Of tea and cream
And a smile
Upon my face
To stir a
Memory in my heart
 28° 
Jamison Bell
All those pieces of me that I gave away along the road. Well the people I gave them to threw them away. Now what’s left isn’t worth much.
 26° 
illeador
whether you mean to or not,
and whether you know it or not,
you're going to miss me one day.
you're going to realize
that when you and i had talks
of forever, of family, of the future
i clung to your every word,
just like you wanted.
you are going to realize
that i wasn't painting you a fantasy,
i was promising you my world.

and one day,
whether you know it or not,
you're going to realize
that i won't wait around this time.
i won't be the one in the wings.
one day,
whether you know it or not,
you're going to realize
i'm the one that got away.
 25° 
Jenovah
Love is a concept
And I am
The artist
 20° 
Cydney Something
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
 18° 
Ciel Noir
my mind is a twisted frame
I do not know what to say
all the                    feelings
kept                       inside
are too          tangled
to       transcribe
  undending
    place with        no  
           escape             I do not         
   understand        its shape  
will this illusion disappear
  if my confusion becomes clear?
 18° 
Matthew
A memory of a memory.

It's skin has dissipated.

It's been peeled back to a naked emotion.

My face goes red.

It lives on...

Why...
 18° 
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 17° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 17° 
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.
 17° 
Brooke
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
 16° 
David R
a
flame
of light
in dusk
of night
flickers
on its
wick
a
candle
alone
on perch
shines
as moon
on birch,
stub in stick,
solitary,
whispering hope
tenacity
prevailing in the end
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#menorah
 15° 
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
 15° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
Dinner by candlelight
because the power was cut,

we could have gone skating
but the ice was too thin
so
on a show of hands
we decided to stay in.

and now it's this morning
which it wasn't last night,

oh
and it's Wednesday too,
just got to get through this
but
must go to the bathroom
and have a wash
first.
 15° 
Jade
I’m really scared
Im loosing it
My fragile mind
Slowly bruising it
I think too much
Overusing it
it’s my fault
But I keep doing it
 14° 
James R
She was like you -
    Never held before.
        My nervous grip brand new

             Not nearly as scary -
           But beautiful.
         Still, I remain wary

     Exquisite beast -
         You need me.
             For now, at least

       As my eyes close -
    I feel.
Relief.
A poem for my son
 14° 
Karan Sherwal
And all the pride in the world,
Those huge walls,
Reaching skies as it falls
I'm not interested in banging my head
As good as being dead
Free from worldly realms
Persuasion imbalance
We are only a moment, mate!
Conspiring to spiritual date
Take a moment, just wait
While I write my audience contemplate.
#asfreshaswinters #mymomenttonight ♥
#posttoconsciousness #judgemeplease #fuckwithmymind #disturbme ☘
 14° 
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!
Exclamation 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!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
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