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Demons are just FALLEN ANGELS.
They fell
And unlike angels,
DEMONS have a STORY to tell.
Good and evil.
It's just two sides of the same coin.
I breathe her scent deep
and wonder
if I will allow myself
to love
arm in arm, cheeks rose pink
no alarm,  both so in sync
with nurturing, astonishing!

he reached for her honeyed lips,
before the warmth kiss,
he gently whispered,
                        β€œthe love of my life”
I love you, I love you
You love me
But do you really?

I hate you, I hate you
And you now forget me
Your neck isn't a shirt, so don't hang it πŸ‘”
Your skin isn't paper, so don't cut it      βœ‚
Your heart isn't a door, so don't lock it, πŸšͺ
Your life isn't a film, so don't end it      πŸŽ₯,
Your size isn't a book, so don't judge it, πŸ“˜
Your face isn't a mask, so don't cover it, 🎭
Your head isn't a target, so don't shoot it πŸ”«
not my words
Mrs Timetable
I love you only on
Starting to wonder
If the place I've been looking for
All these years
Is the right one
A poem every day.
blank faces
I still remember yours

your face in the dark
my pupils dilate

all the faces
I still want to see

don't turn away
I want to always remember yours

all these faces
none compare to mine

do you think it's good to forget our names too soon

am I just a face
a stranger out of place

don't forget my name

why do all our encounters
fade away like a dream
I am always waiting
For the day
I'll see you leaving
Cause I hurt you too much
But you're just loving me
And I want to see you happy
Smiling with someone else
Realizing that wasn't me
The girl in your arms
The one who causes your smiles
I'd love to let you go
But I love you
More than you could know
Inspired by 6.18.18
mia d
i wish for the past
to rewrite itself

i will forever regret
letting my angst
permeate me that day
because that day
was the last time
i could have ever
been with you

when i feel your light
i accept it in place
of what i missed
i miss you more than you know
I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.
Khadija Ajaoud
If you forget me
And forget the hollows
Of my birds,
Don't look for me
Let the oceans burn your emptiness
And your ankle and the air.
Let it be in the middle of October,
The middle of my fragility and yours.
stuck in-between not caring at all and caring for the wrong things
Butch Decatoria
C is for Chances, not choices, taken
Which makes one feel truly free,
To place yourself out there
To let the fates decide
Let Chance, destiny’s child, be your guide
Or C what happens
When we’re open to Love.
C is for cry out loud, give silent hugs...
my dad loves me when i go to the gym

says i need to get skinnier

gets me weight loss vitamins

he doesn't understand

i try to be understanding of his lack of understanding

instead i stop eating and say it is the gym

i see him proud when i lose weight

i only see myself getting fatter
i think that every poem should have a trigger warning if it is something about mental illness, eating disorder, ****** assault, etc.
i keep finding myself
stumbling over things
three feet behind me
don't let something burnt out keep you warm
Kacie B
It's hard to explain.
The patterns in my brain
are like scratches on a CD
when all you want
is to listen to the music
but the **** thing
keeps on skipping
and repeating
certain parts
while everyone else
is dancing in their cars
and you're just trying
to drive and
when a friend asked me what it feels like.
but there's more to it than that.
I try to buy love
Like a shirt or a glove
When loves not for sale
It’s like my soul is in jail
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
Oumaima Rharib
My demons accompany me wherever I go
They follow my trail
They rejoice over my defeat
They whisper in my ear
In a language I can't quite decipher or grasp
So come take me anywhere but here
Take me to the land of uncensored dreams and long-forgotten memories
Come rekindle the fire within me or else I will die
Come take me anywhere but here
For I desire nothing but a long restful sleep
Ammar Younas
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
Aryan Sam
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,
Noting changes.
Nothing grows.

Empty highs.
Empty lows.

I can't feel the warm,
And I can't feel the cold.

You try to make me happy,
And I try just for you.
But other than our trying,
Nothing else is new.

I worry I'll upset you,
If I can't make a change.
It's not fair of me,
To make you stay the same.
Don't let me drag you down with me.
Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters don’t exist.
I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.
the spice of cayenne
and fragrances of
but in the background
sounds of
Aaliyah Bella
I would quiver into dust for him
Convert back into the atoms and stars I once was
I would melt between the crack in the warm pavement
turn into nothing but a puddle of water  to be stepped in
I would be burnt into ashes
Become nothing but a rusted gate
I would give up every thing I possibly have
Just to hear him say I love you like he said right now
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)
Regan Wylde
I’m so tired, exhausted in fact.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of believing.

I wish I could sleep through it all.
Dream through the hurt.
Dream through the time.
Dream through the numbness.

But I can’t sleep.
Even if I could, I’d still be tired of living.
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ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
The Foody One
What am I?
I do not know;
This thing inside
is beating, though.
You know
I don’t know
if I’m just tired
of it all
or getting old
or both
my ribs feel
like a prison
for these feelings
I’m feeling
and sleep
is a hangman
who ties
a black cloth
over my eyes
so quiet and soft
like around about
To love you now means to love you from distance
My eyes swelling,
Heart desolate and longing
For the sound of your voice,
Warmth of your embrace

In the midst of despairing days,
Dreary nights
And sorrowful worries
Here, I love you from afar

In loving you there is no tomorrow;
Only today
If the world crushes on a beam of light in this moment,
Will I ever see you again?
covetousβ€”he and i
we entangled for that word
i was so happy
Tapiwa Mesah
A flower blossoms
In the midst of muddy swamps
It stands around the algae,
The petals smile even at the bees.

The grin of the little seeds
That the wind blows effortlessly,
Is sprayed to places and places
And preaches love and nothing else.
Mrs Anybody
is it just me
or does
everything at night
seem more intensive?

the music
hits your feelings
way harder

the thoughts
scream louder
in your head

the world
is almost
completely silent

the world
seems just so
much purer
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Autumn Sky
When we won’t slow down
Mother Earth does it for us

We are the virus
We poisoned ourselves

Sit with yourself
Look inside

What do you need to be happy?
Just your breath
Your aliveness

Love for all beings
Is enough

Simplicity heals
Greed is killing us

Stop using and consuming the earth...

and the animals

Before we are all stopped
For good
Save me if you must.
Love me if you dare.
Turn me into dust.
Leave me if you care.
A short poem about something.
What is still not certain. But then again, is anything?
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