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 636° 
Arrow
Hark all hark!
Please contact if you see a boy,
Short in height,
Having brown eyes and hair,
Skin which is tanned,
With cutest of smiles,
With a dimple on the right cheek.
He might sound smart
And very convincing
But beware because
He is a larcener
He brought all the walls down
And stole my heart.
Even though I never tell you this whenever you are gone because then you would feel bad about leaving me but I really miss you.
 500° 
Luna Pan
almost is the saddest word in the world
i was almost happy
he was almost made it
and you were almost loved me
 494° 
Faith
You said I was your answered prayers
You said I was the best girl in the world
You said I was the best thing you could have asked for
Well, now it's my turn.

You are the light in my world.
You make all the bad days the best days ever.
You were the answer to every question I thought of.
You are the peace when I can not sleep.
You are the one thing that can make me smile when I hurt.
You make every day worth living.
You are why I look back at my past and think it was all worth it.
Nothing in this world is like you.
D❤
 436° 
pf
Please tell me
you and I is no fantasy
that you and I is real.
 384° 
patty m
Wild beautiful twilight

The stillness deepens dewy purple

Weaving air and sky

in ambiance.

Last light curls around petals,

like fingers touched with life.

Colors dance seductively

to wind soughing though trees.

This pleasing gift of whisper and shadow

wrapped in slippery time.
 337° 
Adrasteia
people say they care
until they don’t have the time
people say ‘I love you’
like everything will be fine
people say you can talk to them
pour out your heart and soul
then they’ll turn around and tell you
‘your problems are getting old’
people rarely mean it
the people that say they’re there
people say a lot of things
and it’s always going to be your fault
because you’re the one that cares
 325° 
Ceira Roberts
Every-time he hits me
Every-time he leaves a bruise
I feel like I´m losing it
I don´t cry
I don´t make a sound
I don´t say a word
not because I don want to
but because he seems to enjoy it more when i scream or cry
 308° 
Karanveer
Art
A birth in silence opens your eyes
to a distant gaze.
Yet what is seen is not this time,
It is not this place.

Like a hand that grasps escaping light,
Glimpses enter your true sight,
This is a battle and you must fight,
To paint this picture with feeling's might.

With storms embraced and courage held,
Ignore the fear and phantoms untrue,
Rise to beauty, to love, that sacred virtue,
Art is what wants to happen through you!
Art! Art! The world needs you and your art!
 293° 
AADI
you smile
i smile
that's
how
it
w
o
r
k
s


-aadi
 288° 
SYJ
I've been missing you but you don't care
You like to visit me in my dreams
and all I can do is stare

You ignore me while I yearn for a conversation
Remember when you couldn't resist temptations
Me & you getting wild and crazy
The sun always shined and the vision was never hazy

The skies were never gray
Remember we used to catch butterflies all day

Now your gone, I want more moments
but
You won't stay
Just one I wrote off the top of my head and I like it.
 250° 
joe machetto
here a light
like oil
to hug the eye

a bow of yellow birds
in black pines

you stretch your arms
out as far as
they will go
and reach nothing
but quiet

your fingers touching
that which has no words
and has no end
 250° 
A Freedom
'it ranted!
ten feet tall ran onward.
tracing trails,
it took its walks for granted.
digesting inabilities gain,
A '*******',
finds the strength within its knowing that will never walk again.'
 250° 
Johnny walker
Oh I fell to sleep last night  and dreamed a dream
of Helen I was so wrapped In this dream I didn't wont to wake up
from
I remember reaching out took her hand In mine as
she sat there smiling sweetly then I kissed her tender lips Oh the sweetness of her
kiss
Heaven bound for sure I was with my sweetheart wrapped In my arms but sadly my eyes began to open to really for It had all been but
dream
 250° 
Scott Jurewicz
O when autumn's pendants leave
and comes the setting sun
do I rejoice or grieve
the tree's bare skeleton?

O when sheds the summer fleece
in colours o'er the earth
the dream of spring is my caprice
from winter comes rebirth
 185° 
Cné
~
O Painter
with thy own eye
                        would thee
paint me in mine own natural hue
prithee paint me as i am,
imperfections
            and blemishes true

Load thy brush
                      with colors sundry
to maketh yond first pure sweep
across the ****** frieze,
fill'd with pangs of hunger.
paint me as i standeth
                  bethought, in deep

With mine own love and mine own desire,
blurring the edges unclean
with mine own regrets
                  and mine own mental gyre,
in mine own natural age,
               of deep forest green

O Painter
Paint me sinister turquoise,
in lavender and maroon,
combine the amethyst and amber
blend the iceberg
       and the indigo moon.

Paint me as i standeth,
       prithee see with thy eye
a mistress in yond lady plight
Prithee paint me all i am
i cullionly
a mistress in all yond lady might

Paint me in the optimistic
                             silv'r of dawn,
but don’t miss the purple
to shade the bruise
                              of the bygone.
paint me in the sky blue journal

O Painter
Paint me as a unique template
smudge black white and grizzled
merging all the colors of thy palette.
col'r me a rainbow
                            in a rainy drizzle

Paint me tall so yond i standeth
loftier than any mountain
Paint me as a dram bird, delicate
with soft feathers silken

Paint me harmony, as a violin
so yond i can sing thy solitary tune
paint me as thy poetry
         with song and melody
wrapp'd in a cocoon

O Painter
paint me as a dream yond rises
                               in did saturate colors
with a steady upbeat flight awry
tint, a fluttering
             of a quite quaint butterfly

Portray me with endurance
imbue so bold and bright
doth not hesitate
                to depict mine own mind
in profound fuchsia and white.

Useth the colors yond thee would borrow
Thy palette not yet exsufflicate
Paint mine own loss and mine own sorrow
in search of a shade so ******

Adorn mine own heart in glowing garnet
at which hour thee paint mine own love
add a true broken blue shade
of the cloud and the rain above;

Study mine own dry sorrow
                              in mine own soul
useth any shade thee plaited
soften the edges of control
in a tinge of xanthene.

O Painter
Prithee paint me
Mine own passion and mine own spirit
shall has't a crimson r'd hint
mine own remorse and mine own regret
shall reflect an ink stain print

Paint me in mine own eye so true
O Painter
but add a dash of courage too

~
When I paint, I’m never quite satisfied as I see all my mistakes, blemishes and colors not quite right. I tend to keep painting to try and get it all right. At some point, I arrive with the conclusion, if I keep going I’m going to mess it up. I stand across the room and, it’s then that I’m amazed at what I have created. I like to think that I’m seen in the same way by my creator.
 172° 
ktle
You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
-what the first taught me
 170° 
Vaughn
I pieced her back,
She broke me up.
I trusted her,
She lied to me.
I set her free,
She restrained me.
I care for her,
She cares for herself.
I am conservative,
She is daring.
I love her,
But does she really love me?
 158° 
Lama
I will be out of here
when every good thing disappears
and you will be out with me
fighting darkness without fear
 116° 
Lost
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON
 106° 
Ugo Victor
Your eyes are like the ocean
On a sunny day at the beach;
I'm drawn to them
But just close enough
So I don't drown in them
 104° 
Capriccio
So you say PINK is the color of BLUE
Blue meaning me and You
Blood and tears sweat sadness from fears
I am full
Yet we are empty
Maybe it's just me

I'm a pink period monster
Who death had begun her

Death of Innocence
'Death of Silence
Death of Normalcy

Because between you and me
We can be free
PINK, red
Ice BLUE to undead
 98° 
Mike Hauser
If there ever was an Ever After

Happily waiting in line

I gladly pay to see that day

With you by my side
 97° 
Babu kandula
You can't be limitless

But, this world wants you

To be one

Break chains this is what we hear

One way you escape for a period of time

And then you are bound to another chain

Every action triggers a chain of events

You will be hit either way

There is no escape

There is no hide out

One or other way you are dragged

Just be on the safe hill
 95° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 83° 
Sahil
In the pursuit of happiness
I found you,  but somewhere I lost me
You set my heart on fire
You set my dreams free
I loved our little chatter
I loved your every little thing
But now that I look back
It all just leaves a sting

I never realized when you drifted apart
I still kept holding onto the string
You crushed my little heart
And all I could do was sing

Sang the songs of my pain  
Sang the songs of my screams
I never knew it was all in vain
It was all just a broken dream
 76° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 70° 
Orion Lesneski
Pick me up,
And open my cover,
But be careful,
Cause I might crumble,
Read my fine print,
Just don’t mock the way I am,
I’ve been through alot since then,
Drugs,
Fights,
Heart breaks,
And more,
Are all the things you’ll find,
In my novel.
 70° 
Eno
My family
Always taught me
To **** it up
Move on
Get on with it

They cannot see
That they carry
A weight of Jenga blocks
on top of them
each piece in the
shape of repression.

I will no longer
huddle underneath
alongside their
generational trauma
but they only see
me refusing to build on our foundations as a family.
 67° 
Elisabeth Meyer
Your presence,
sending rays of warmth
like the sun from above
but yet so close

Your touch,
coating me in eagerness
leaving no inch of me unloved
but yet not close enough  

Your kisses,
greedily demanding
The rest of me to fall
out of this world
 65° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 60° 
Golden Flower
I don’t know where my emotions stand,
I wish I could truly understand,
I feel guilt and pain every time I here your name,
I feel unworthy and undeserving of the love you gave me,
You and me ended things because of my family.
And this random guy,
Caught my eye,
But I find myself comparing,
At this point I don’t even know why I’m sharing.
I need so much freaking help. I hate all these emotions. I know I’m young bit I feel like I spend a lifetime with my first love. I keep comparing  and comparing. It’s not fair to either of them. I wish I could just throw all my emotions away.
 58° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 58° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 58° 
Corrinne Shadow
When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 48° 
Kelsey
I made them laugh
I made them smile
I found my purpose
For a while

But they kept laughing
When I said nothing to chuckle
Then they stared and they pointed
As my knees began to buckle

"But I was useful"
That's what I thought
But a delusional clown
Fits in with naught.
Finding your place in a work setting can be difficult, especially when you're so different from your coworkers.
 47° 
michael cera
the many moons,
you failed to see with me,
the suns, their rises,
compromise a single second with you.
the drunken nights,
we spent so bright,
blending in undying time.
your hair and wind,
ending in a rhythmic sin,
that never meant to end.

but it did.
 47° 
A
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g
 45° 
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 43° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 42° 
Kasper
What is a friend
but a simple tool?
What  is a friend
but a simple fool?

I've had friends before
they didn't last long
Now I have no friends
I'm singing the wrong song

You will get used to it
when you have no friends
Depression comes
and happiness ends

You tie the rope
around your neck
You kick the chair
and become a complete wreck
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