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 5104° 
kaela
i need a hug,
not a false side one.
a really long one.
one in which i just disappear from the world.

nothing else will matter.
not the fact that me and you
have both moved on and found someone new.
i need one so tight
that i can feel my bones being crushed and pressured
until they s h a t t e r .

until
i
see
nothing
but
a
black
screen.

because all of what i've seen
is pain and hurt.
people fall and are pushed to
instantly get back up and brush off the dirt.

let's hug.
until
we
both
disappear.
 763° 
lmnsinner
do not write much
life is hard, daytime
is usually 10 hours,
a lot mouths to feed
but that ain’t what
I got a bed to write
about

somehow my woman
did some thinking,
a hefty any of scraping
and secret saving, a buck
here, spare change squeezed
from a secret budget, in a jar
very,very well hid from being
accidentally discovered and lost
to too many little exploring fingers

we’ll never wanted and needed
a cell phone, just wasn’t need
enough, when you buying so
many little shoes l, but there
she went and bit me a watch,
used, not too fancy, and made
me feel like one million dollars

this watch, ya gotta wear to
bed, no biggie, cause it’ll tell
you how ya feeling, and how
ya sleeping and if I can, find
the time, speak my poems
into it, so they get kept for
what they call posterity

this watch informed that I was
a woken man from the hours
between 1am to bout 4am,
which zi already knew but
come daylight, man birthed
three new poems, and this
even ain’t one of them

this is more of a story, bout
the who, what and a little why,
bout me, so maybe you might
just hang round and read some


that’s all for now, that **** watch
wakes me at 6 am, though my body
does it for free, I’ll be gone in thirty
with a kiss if the good women is
still asleep, and some of the kids
will be in the upper window
to wave poppa good morning and
goodbye, which is worth double,
that’s what I tell them and it gives
me the knowledge why I exist,
what my purpose be, and a chance
to pray to Gid to keep them all safe
till I get home and squeeze the living
daylights out of them with arms that
we’re made to the heavy lifting to keep
then we’ll and happy, fed and clothed,
and give me reasons to write some more
 473° 
Robby
Be patient with me
I’m still a work in progress

Somedays I seem put together
But that paint’s not dry just yet

One day I’ll get this right
I’m sorry
 389° 
Saleh Ben Saleh
Don’t seek perfection in a world of deception,
a place of  test for he and she.
If God intended for man perfection,
no mortal being will disagree.

For every time you feel rejection, only the truth will set you free. And when you tread in wrong direction,
your path will lead to misery.

So be alarmed,
request protection,
from every evil in you and me. Extend your hand and attempt connection,
don't hesitate to make a plea.

For every action that causes friction,
will wear our bond and **** our glee.
 363° 
Kirito
so cold to feel the pain
to much is not the same
sleep and hope for the best

look the blue sky is the rest
give a rest to feel the best
take a nap and feel the breeze
just rest to feel better
 354° 
vienna bombardieri
One moment in your eyes
and suddenly I find tranquility,      
again...
In a flash the memory returns
of who we used to be.
One threescore year and ten
each second is relived.  
In a single flash of smile,  
the world is ours again.
One moment you are in my presence,  
and the next we part like a last Amen!

It is your heart that keeps me young,
time and time again
time and time again
time and time again !
 302° 
David P Carroll
I love you
And it's true
I feel you beating
Inside my heart

And I love you
With every beat
Of my heart and
With every breath
That I take

And my love for
You knows no bounds
It's true every day
I tell the Lord Jesus Christ
How much I love you

And my heart
Sings with happiness
And joy because of you

And I love you
I truly do
And I always will
For you are my heart
My soul my everything
I truly love you.
I Love You 💓💓💓
 263° 
Styles
My hands continued to explore he;
                  my fingers finding their way,
                  between her legs,
                  feeling her wetness.
 247° 
JOY
I loved you like a daughter but I can't forgive you as a woman
I sure hope you burns in hell but I can't say this out loud
Cause you are my father
But you were her husband first
And I can't change that no I can't change that.

I will never forget when you called her crazy
When she put up your cheating evidence in our faces / on the dinner table.
You laughed messily and denied it cause you are spoiled
It's the same old wives tale
Someone will end it up hurting badly
And it will be always be a woman
 236° 
Tafuta Atarashī
Between rest and peace
I slip.
The memories of you drip
(Sweat between your thighs)
into my dreams, and ink
the effervescent sighs
of my soul with the colour
of you.
 218° 
Arlo Disarray
please,
don’t make me
wake up
tomorrow

i’m not sure
if i can bear
the weight
and disappointments
of another day

unless
you can help me
to
make the pain
go away

i can’t
keep going on
please,
don’t make me stay

please,
don’t let me
wake up
tomorrow

let
me
silence
the
disarray
hopefully, this is the last poem i will ever write. 🤞
 211° 
Taha Syed
Engulfing myself in flames
I took of to pheonix's height,
Don't know how long I'll last
May great God give me might,
I befriended a graceful cenotaur
Ran into heart kingdom's fight,
Don't know where I will stop
May great God give me might,
I'll imprison the feelings of hate
Scorch it completely in fright,
Transform it into affection
May great God give me might,
Regret, No I don't
Just wanna be a poet bright,
Crush myself in fondness
May great God give me might.
I just want Happiness
 178° 
gabby
You
I sit, yearn for you.
Steal my breath, I beg of you.
Heartache. Missing you.
 155° 
Amanda Kay Burke
You had me in boxes stashed under your bed
Understanding I was locked away
Didn't want to let me inside your head
To own more than each passing day
You kept out of danger
Towered over to protect
Waiting
Crawling somewhere stranger
Prey limping with a broken neck
But that wasn't intention
Comes at the darkest part of night
Unrelenting unforgiving tention
Never saw before in my sight
Dragging heavy eyes along bathroom tile
I can't pull them away
You and I wrapped in compulsion we compile
Here I am heart on display
Written 11-10-18
Long time 
No, see how you 
Be good and nice, that's all.
Do one good deed a day, happy 
You'll be
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 149° 
Asonna
I love a sunburnt country,
but now the land's ablaze.
the oxygen we breathe has turned to dust
yet our request for help is denied.
I love a sunburnt country,
but there's not much left to last.

Firefighters aren't getting paid,
Neither are their bills.
yet our leader claims we're all fine
but he can afford to jet away.

The wildlife is damaged.
Koalas are losing homes.
much like the population
as the fires rip through their walls.

I love my sunburnt country,
but this has gone on too long.
while it's nice you're in hawaii Mr. Morrison,
everyone else is left to stand alone..
 148° 
Erwinism
Not long ago
the twilight called you into her arms;
into to the depths of the unknown,
left your name in the care of this world
sweetest sound that leapt from your mother’s lips
and ours.
The tides where you are is unperturbed
by the mortal wind,
and in the clouds a garden sprawls
and thrives at the tip of its universe.
We can only imagine.
If such letter scribbled here shines a light; if our candles burn
may you find it a star in the night.


You are no more,
no more to share this borrowed life;
no more treading in the stream of time;
no more but with me still, stirring yet ever still,
shattered heart never heals.
as the last rays of the sun through the window of your room dim,
Your soul is lit up in our dreams,
as though a candle that eternally burns,
I bid time, return
for you my father had taken flight,
silence lingers in restless nights,
where you be, you be
for we shall have our time,
to reflect on this life; the endless sea
for too, shall we; in the crossroads meet the end of our journey: an inevitable destiny
and where you be, we be.
Far away, I see a man
Standing tall on rocks of sand.
Careful not to move or breathe.
Fearful of what may break beneath.

He sees me, too,
Wading in a pool of blue.
Here I have stood for years,
Now tired from all of my fears.

The water whispers my name,
Saying I am not to blame.
She offers me rest.
And lulls me to take one last breath.

But the man warns me to keep my head above,
Warning me of the devil’s dove.
If I die, so will he; even now, we totter
Scared, I may drown in three feet of water.
 132° 
Druzzayne Rika
I give away the negativity in me
it's like all electrons released from me
So much hatred consumed by me
my tension lines, a permanent mark
all given away back to universe
Now with the breath I take
it's like a serene change in the weather
soothing winds coming, blowing my shoulder
now I am imprisoned no more by my mind
I see things as they are, the bits of beauty in nature
When I check inwards, with eyes closed
inhaling and exhaling, the essentials in living
I swim across like an observer
discovering the inner valleys of the soul
Clearly making ways to the bright light
the eternal source of delight
it's like walking towards it is the only goal.
 109° 
Renjispoetry
Sleep deprived how can I forget my promised bride.

Wish you were never my light or not to shine that bright.

Better I deserve so I wish I could rewind.

Now I regret everything in you that I admired.
i know i hurt you,
im sorry,
dont worry,
i will hurt myself more.
Dear woods forgive me for hurrying on
I would stay to know your blessed peace
But I must way; I am not ready now to
Stop and gaze and be gratified. be and be
I must away. Why?  Because I am not yet
Ready to accept things as they are  To let
Be what will ne.  I would return if God
Permits.  If I can but cannot linger now
But must find out if there is something
More Imust dp; that must be done to be
Saved.  God give me rest.  Save my soul
From ever hurrying on to an  unquiet end
 86° 
Lexington Warner
you
not the flower but
the bee kissing
rosebuds, making
living things
bloom

you
no sunrise on
mountains but
the sun
herself, every
flame burning fierce
sploding gainst
the sky

you
not an ocean but
a stream softly
babbling
and rescuing
us,
the lonely
the lost

you
not forever
but tragically
temporary
and every
moment
you are here
i will be
what i am -
the pollen,
the planets,
the wanderer,
the poet -
dedicated to
loving
you
 86° 
Bekah
I wonder when my blue skies
Faded to grey
I’m beginning to think
It’s always been that way

Because for as long as I can remember
There’s been a storm inside my mind
Casting cloudy weather
With no light to shine

I wish for nothing more  
Than to feel warmth upon my face
To look up at the sun
And soak up all her rays

But I suppose for now
Dancing in the rain will have to do
Until my skies of grey  
Turn back into blue
 80° 
ZACK GRAM
Im gonna ****** you 2
9/11
 80° 
kel
Her: I have a confession...
Him: what kind of confession...?
Her: I tried to **** myself.
Him: at what time...?
Her: last night at midnight.
Him: that's nice. we attempted at the same time.
Her: ...
Him: let's meet up the next time you feel low, hmm?
The thing is, he didn't try to commit suicide.
A short story :D attempting to suicide isn't a light matter, so pls take caution when approaching this topic :) <3
 79° 
maria
I have dreams about my father.
From my point of view,
the dream picks up in the middle.
I never see him when he returns,
only after I’ve let him back in.
We’re laughing and hugging.
These are my nightmares.
And last night, I had a dream about you.
We were walking a trail barefoot,
clinging on to each other for balance.
I woke up with that sick pit in my stomach,
as I always do with the others.
There was a time when I feared losing you.
Now, my subconscious is left fearing you,
hoping to God you’ll never come back
and that I’ll never be weak enough to let you back in.
 78° 
nivek
Come away to a quiet place,  says love,
and I will reveal what it is your heart desires.

Come, travel an unknown path
strip yourself of all that is familiar.

Come be led by love
and find your hearts desire.
 63° 
Jeremy Betts
Absent minded
Amidst an unfamiliar zone
Heading head first
Into the great unknown
Like a dog
Chasing a leaf
That's being chased by the wind
Into the road

©2024
 62° 
Zywa
The further I am

travelling, the less I know --


actually know.
"Tao Te Ching" #47 (ca. 300 BC)

Song "The Inner Light" (1968, George Harrison & The Beatles)

Collection "Glimpsed"
 58° 
Jimmy silker
It's that day today
When evil mystery waits to strike
And nothing happens.
 56° 
Nat Lipstadt
an instant coffee poem scribbled
on the back of an iPhone, and mailed
to the motley crew hanging in these
environs

my request, your bequest
<>

never had an article of clothes
that required a hem to be tailored,
but you my daredevil darlings,
bring me now
you &  yours,
a hem of thy choicest choosing

that I may taste your dew,
this and thus
enlivened,
I will love you,
far more than forever,
beyond my overwhelming
incarcerated capacity
to absorb,
but to exist and seize
the dew of your souls,
each an adrenaline ephedrine
shot to our mutualized brain
~
our soul’s temporal abode

the meaning plain!

you too
will forever be
within
the unlimited scope of this script
on the universe of the internet,
far longer than any intimate moment
we could share ,

a sensory
beyond the physicall

I beg you
please!

9:19 am
Thurs Sept. 12
two thousand and twenty four
paraphrasing a lyric from Cohen’s “Sisters of  Mercy “
 54° 
Poetic Eagle
Sometimes it's easier to build new bridges
Than try to repair broken ones
Midnight thoughts
 50° 
Vanita vats
I met a family
In the life of train

South Indian mother
North Indian father
With a handsome son
As bright as sun

We smiled and met each other
We shared our food
We shared our things

We sent our morning wishes
We planned for new wings

Suddenly train stopped with a ****
It came to halt

We surprised
Was this the place to depart?

We had to move with our bags
In opposite directions of track

Looking back to each other
With mixed emotions of sepration

For sure it was not a journey  of train

"Where is no fear to disaffiliate"
 48° 
Kurt Philip Behm
Sleep
is for dreamers
to hide
from the dawn

My visions
returning
and will
mostly gone

Three days
since I’ve
woken
the memories dance

All over
the future
in destiny’s
— trance

(The New Room: September, 2024)
 47° 
apricot
We're like the joy and the pain
My mom and I, we don't get along
We're like the peace and the storm
My mom and I, we don't get along
 45° 
Victor Hugo
Réveillez-vous, assez de honte !
Bravez boulets et biscayens.
Il est temps qu'enfin le flot monte.
Assez de honte, citoyens !
Troussez les manches de la blouse.
Les hommes de quatre-vingt-douze
Affrontaient vingt rois combattants.
Brisez vos fers, forcez vos geôles !
Quoi ! vous avez peur de ces drôles !
Vos pères bravaient les titans !

Levez-vous ! foudroyez et la horde et le maître !
Vous avez Dieu pour vous et contre vous le prêtre
Dieu seul est souverain.
Devant lui nul n'est fort et tous sont périssables.
Il chasse comme un chien le grand tigre des sables
Et le dragon marin ;
Rien qu'en soufflant dessus, comme un oiseau d'un arbre,
Il peut faire envoler de leur temple de marbre
Les idoles d'airain.

Vous n'êtes pas armés ? qu'importe !
Prends ta fourche, prends ton marteau !
Arrache le gond de ta porte,
Emplis de pierres ton manteau !
Et poussez le cri d'espérance !
Redevenez la grande France !
Redevenez le grand Paris !
Délivrez, frémissants de rage,
Votre pays de l'esclavage,
Votre mémoire du mépris !

Quoi ! faut-il vous citer les royalistes même ?
On était grand aux jours de la lutte suprême.
Alors, que voyait-on ?
La bravoure, ajoutant à l'homme une coudée,
Etait dans les deux camps. N'est-il pas vrai, Vendée,
Ô dur pays breton ?
Pour vaincre un bastion, pour rompre une muraille,
Pour prendre cent canons vomissant la mitraille.
Il suffit d'un bâton !

Si dans ce cloaque ou demeure,
Si cela dure encore un jour,
Si cela dure encore une heure,
Je brise clairon et tambour,
Je flétris ces pusillanimes,
Ô vieux peuple des jours sublimes,
Géants à qui nous les mêlions,
Je les laisse trembler leurs fièvres,
Et je déclare que ces lièvres
Ne sont pas vos fils, ô lions !

Jersey, le 15 janvier 1853.
 45° 
Mila
Lo que sale de mi, no soy yo
lo que sale de mi es lo que otros se acostumbraron a ver. Mi silencio, mis nervios, mi muro inexistente que nadie pasa.

Lo que ves de mí no es lo que soy. lo que está frente a ti no es lo que hay. Lo que ves desde afuera no me llena ni me representa. No es ni la mitad de lo que soy y lo que quiero ser. No me mires como si conocieras todo de mi, solo sabes lo obvio, lo que es simple, lo que el mundo quiere ver.
 43° 
audrey laura
the dull feel of pain
but not really pinching
more achy than sharp
which is better in most cases
this hurts more than it did
the first time around
but it also doesn’t hurt one bit
a mystery left unsolved
and goodbye isn’t a word
it’s more of a feeling
and through the days i felt
that you might be leaving
so adieu and farewell
it was perhaps a good time
but losing is a pain
and i lost every game
i still miss how you talk
but i don’t miss you at all
that’s important
remember
it doesn’t affect me at all
but it’s sad to look back
rome wasn’t built in a day
the greatest empires all fall
they all believe they’re eternal
but the difference is that
it really felt like we were.
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