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Cody Reggio-Brown
Is it punishment
To serve or to die
Hide from the reality
In house we built to make us cry
I   have  no  doubt  that  
everything  happens  for  a  reason
for  all  the  grief  and  suffering
bliss  and  beauty  may  follow  
not when  you  expect  or  need  it
but  when  you  appreciate
the  other  the  most

B   E ~  P  A  T   I   E  N  T
Your simply in the time in between
Raygan Emma Jane
Mother says that when two crows mate for life
They are blinded by love
There is no temptation
They can recall it all and despite them all looking the same
Once two crows fall in love  
They are completely different
Swollen with full tummies
And shaken feathers cleansed by their partners mouth
Bringing each other small gifts of silver

Once I drove past two crows on the side of a busy highway
One lay lifeless in a shallow grave of gravel
The other
Pacing back and forth away from cars
But immediately returning to tempt fate
To **** two birds with one careless driver
Yet even in death they did not part
At least not fast enough to prove my mother wrong
Stained Glass
Some roses are black
Other roses are white
U argue with yourself
but you always lose the fight
BJ Donovan
Promises of treasured recognition
if your brilliant poem is picked
from the crowded field as first rate.
Award is 3000. Entry fee is 20 bucks.
Hmm. I think I'll start a contest. It seems lucrative?
BJ Donovan
Where were you? You were promised
all our lives. Is it just a little white lie?
Is it Santa and Easter Bunny and Christ?
We looked for you everywhere but never
found you. We pretended we did but it just
ended in little white lies. Will you still believe?
Octavia Estelle
Thank you, for all the lovely memories.
Thank you, for giving me a solid foundation within myself to build upon. Thank you, for giving me a lesson to learn.
Thank you, for showing me what I do and do not like.
Thank you, for teaching me what genuine means through figuring out what it isn't.
Thank you for every lesson I learned from you.
A final goodbye, a way to let go. The time of wishing for the past is gone, it's time for a new beginning.
would you notice my pain
if your too focuse on your fame
would you be ashamed
to feel the same
it is crawling to my vien
until it reaches my brain
help me release from this chain
an unfair melody came
it took you from me in a flash
and cut your throat with a slash
with all the money we have
would it be enough?
for our life be like a candy plastic-wrapped.
hi guis help me to give tittle for this poem..
i would gladly appreciate it
Dark Fjord
we are in plain sight
as a chance
might mean anything
or nothing at all
just in case
umm umm umm
little bitty pretty one
until you try
be my baby
I thought I’d know
When we were dancing
And you kissed me
In the falling snow
Suicide aint it chief

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What the Actual
take me back with you
so we can gaze at the stars
one sin at a time.
a haiku
Diadema L Amadea
tuhkan bener ....


nanti .....



gimana **** ini......


terjun ae guis :))))))
Sea snails gather on the dry grass
As we walk they crunch below
Softly, quietly, guiltily

The moon hangs still
As a crystal ball
In the cloudless milk above
rereading our old messages
is like opening a closed wound
i cant believe I let you talk to me like that
You keep
floating like a cloud
I keep watching you
like the sky

Charlotte Tilly
Gasping for air
My mind shuts down
I stare blankly at the
Just waiting for them to
That I'm not
Because a demon is on my
And in my
And I may be silent but I can't
Physically breathe
I'm choking and suffocating
In nothing but my own
Panic attack
Your shadow
behind you like
a prisoner
of your

your eyes
have become
roses that
are slowly

and all
of my words
cannot help
her in
these nights,

where she
hides behind
these empty

at first light
of marriage
she was
ready to
set the
world on

put now
her fortunes
are just
empty pockets
of fate
buried deep in
her old
favorite jeans.

too young
too stupid,

in love
or whatever
you call
it at eighteen
years of age.

and I
send her
kisses and
quiet whispers,

that at twenty-eight
she might
grow to

that at
thirty eight
might cover
her heart
like a

and then she
will realize
that "yes,

I loved her
Grace E
She's not the damsel.

She's the dragon.
And she knows who she is.
you’re not


of love.

they weren’t

just worthy

of yours.
I'll wait for you like she could have

I'll protect you like she should have.

I'll fix that heart of yours that she shattered.

I'll love you.

Just let me treat you like you deserve,
and i'll love you as long as you let me.
I am as fit as a fractured fiddle,
with my wooden cords galore
that don’t make a sound anymore,
and a neck like wet cardboard
that is ready to fold and fall
on the bathroom floor.
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.
Megan Joseph
love is a drug;
once you have a taste
you can't get enough.
maybe that's why I am afraid,
afraid to take a sip,
a bite,
a whiff,
of love,
i might overdose.
This planet a palette

Its people shades of gray

Not separate, but

Apart I'd contrast hue

Man now knows variety
Mystic Ink Plus

Genre: Micro verse
Theme: Privileged
Author's Note:
He/She might not say
Anything casual

Expect something
Calm to ears
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.
I want to strum to the beat
Of your heart,
Dance with your soul.

I want to pretend
Your name wont leave me
With sorrows
As soon as you go.

I want to make our last night
One you fight
To leave your memory

I want to watch as
Our last embers
Fade out of control
From the black coal
That turned to ashes.
i've never had anyone kiss me the way you did

i've never fallen in love and fallen asleep

but you're one in a million and i wanna stay a while
but you just
had to look at me
and i'm falling

You love me when I cannot love myself.
You bathe me in your love til my soul is cleansed with your purity.

I have not felt this love in a long time, baby.
But, this kind of love scares me more than anything.

Because one day, you will leave.
And my tears will wash away all hope of a lasting love.
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.
O Lord search me, inside and out then heal me.

I beg thee , O Lord to search me and to heal me.

Not only I, heal but everyone that reads this too.

For this world is hurting and needs your Healing.

Heal our lands, heal our bodies, heal our children.

Then all shall see you O Lord and let a revival begin.

Thus then bring all nations unto your throne room.

Repenting of their sins, asking you to come into their hearts.

Thus many more including world leaders as well God.
...Also seen great men
Walk down the wrong path of life
Never to return
sandra wyllie
can give life
and one person
and take life away

One Person
can create
a beautiful masterpiece
or destroy the hope and joy
in a child’s loving, trusting face

One Person
can build this country up
or tear this country down
One vote
can make the difference
as to our future
if that vote is sound

One Person
can change your life
forever –
if given the permission to

One Person
can do many things

One Person
is you
Brendon S Sawyer
Dedicated to Derrick;
A Great Man, Brother, Son, and Friend
(9/29/1993 - 8/28/2018)

Fly, dear friend,
For you have earned the wings on your back,
Every ounce of the love you had, was the love you gave,

Fly, dear friend,
So beautiful, as you dance gracefully with the clouds,
For your shadow protects me from the fire of the sun,

Fly, dear friend,
Can you see? All of these people came for you,
The warm touch from your heart has sheltered us in this cold world,

Fly, dear friend,
I love you — I miss you; I’m happy you’re free,
Your voice and your laughter, I shan’t ever forget,

Fly, dear friend,
For you have earned those large wings,
Still, sometimes I wish that you never left me.

- Brendon S. Sawyer
I love you, Derrick. And I miss you every day. I’ll see you soon.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Andres Martinez
I’d ask for you to speak to me
But the actions are enough
louder than anything your words would express
It’s fine
Just hope it was worth your time
Never one to disappoint
I’ll continue to be another broken toy
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