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 6423° 
Stained Glass
I'm not heartless, I've just learned to use my heart less
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 1867° 
PatrickHertveld
Remember remember
To never surrender

To fear nor grim weather
Poor down in together

Remember remember
To never surrender

To hate nor the latter
Judges who matter

Remember remember
To never surrender

To mute love tender
Ever sweet surrender
 1001° 
Phia
I miss the days
where our final kisses
were to bid each other goodnight,
not good bye.
 841° 
Artemis
I miss you
I love you
I’m drunk
and I can’t think straight

My world is falling apart
Because I can’t stay sober without you
 643° 
Kuro
I wish i could explain myself
Fully explain myself
Stop delivering pain to myself
Be deliberate and save myself
Instead of filling out the page by myself
Speak in full sentence to you by myself
I'm tired of being lame by myself
Not interested in fame by myself
So the emotions on the page are for myself
I wish i could give them to you myself
Explain why i need all of you to myself
I sorta need saving from myself
And you know what else...
I'm getting used to it being me and myself.
 587° 
Nat Lipstadt
Feb. 2015

this writ,
content so obvious,
it begs,
why even bother...

Pen Man Ship

this is who you are,
this is your scent, scripted,
the parfume that memory triggers
declarative self-examination passing grades

if pen and paper
are your skin and blood,
then you, man,
ship to shore,
skinned alive,
in poems verbose spill all

ship in ship out,
the glories and the dreads,
expel ink oceans glorious India blue,
rivulets of tributaries,
spillages of what~where,

you are pen
you are man
you are ship

where intersect these routed things,
one is voyage~bound
for parts unknown

the pen be the oar,
and the man, the ship,
and when the sails raised,
the wind never fails,
only there is no
dead reckoning -

for there are no
landmarks observable
when sit~stand
to commence sail~writing

each writ a latitude recorded,
each poem a longitude drawn,
all together, a
body of work,
all together,
your life's coursework
is the captain's log

Pen is the Man is the Ship

in everyday words
he answers
the questions life poses,
in everyday words,
he realizes
the answers he (doesn't) posses,
with each passing poem
the ship, righted,
though the heading
remans unknown
I may be able to rhyme
and keep a good flow,
but does it forgive crimes,
worth feast of the crows.
Words flow from my mouth,
but everything's gone south,
I hurt the ones I care about,
and that comes with no doubt.

Friends I truly really love,
wish to burn me over stove,
I can't blame their feelings,
when I cause all the bleeding.
The gardens of the weeds
I'm the devil in their eyes,
once full of such pride,
I need to open mine wide,
to the tide that did divide.

Co-ordinate emotions and reasoning,
Will I be the monster on the telly,
or the dearth of a meal's seasoning,
be trapped in the greedy belly.
Of a demon who planted this seed,
burn down this middle age tree,
and the portrait of me as a baby.

I would stop this if I could
but no reasons why I should.
Give me a reason why I would,
As a child, I was totally shook
left for dead on the floor,
silence of the shore.
The killing of the core,
leave apple seeds behind,
memories I can't rewind,

The wars of one disturbed and flawed,
I thought I had the chaos under control,
but my mind is bouncing off intoxication,
leading to hurting and the devastation.

I am truly sorry for the pain and hurt,
I am covered in mud and all the dirt.
Innocent women of seduction and flirt,
this guilt and shame is legitimate.
I brought on the hurt and the shame,
and I only have myself to blame.
Just something that needed to be said.
 480° 
Maria Etre
My niece
made me bangle
of letters, starts, unicorns|
and colored beads

Then it hit me
that's her poem to me
a set of random things
that sit beautifully
side by side
around in a circle

and I noticed that
that's the first time
someone wrote
a poem
about
me
 287° 
Nat Lipstadt
~for Paul & Art~

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melancholic, contemplative, introspective,
put on the songwriters of the Sixties,
looking for the comfort of old songs
that I once knew complete, from the days
when I believed, knew my own true self complete,

the tablet lifted, the spirits keening, a forth
will be coming, to soothe and purge, commence to dress my own wounds,
Whitman would be attentive, perhaps
a tad sympathetic, tho my wounds are
entirely self-inflicted

and alone, cry out for an assembly
of words, well chose, smoothly chaotic,
mirroring the lathe of my sharpened
disarrayed confusions, two old troubadours
come to comfort, with sweet harmonies,
and simple, but novel rhymes &
syncopated rhythms that all can
carry, sing along, all of us smiling

with ease, we cross the borders of each
other’s mind, paring snippets into
poetic clasps that keep us well attached,
filing away the roughened edges that
we all in common posses, and like
jigsaw pieces, we finish each other’s sentences, and we emote satisfaction
with smiles, laughs, sighs and sarcastic
groans, our words grasp, connect and

ease is in the air, there but for this grace,
we go together, you and I,
sailing away from
troubled waters
8:19pm 11/11/24
 286° 
Aimée
I'm not a cynic
I was a dreamer
Afraid having her wings clipped
So I grabbed the shears
Before someone else could

That doesn't change the fact
That I was made to fly
 283° 
Zee
You were small once.
With wide eyes.

You saw the world.
In an array of colours.

In another life.
You'd be a great inventor.

Instead you grew.
Too fast.
Too soon.

You were born.
To make mistakes.

If only you knew.
If only you flew.

To the world.
You became a flaw.

Your  life was jinxed.
From the beginning.

You weren't born a fighter.
Yet became one in chaos.

You lost everything.
You lost everyone.

Will they ever understand?
All you ever was trying to do?
Was help?

They'll never understand.
The reason you became,
Something else.
This poem was inspired by the character Powder/Jinx from the Netflix series Arcane. If you'd like me to write more like this let me know.
 229° 
Fey
I'm kind of glad
that the world is dying today.
I've longed to beseech the ruins lost,
under the abyss ink of my gentle fingerprints, as I
dance among the sage green moss
and meadows shine, the dew drops glint.
I am of doom, I am of loss.
I'd love to see the world forsaken.
Only now, only today has the universe marked me as its prey
and I bent towards the ending day.

© fey (12/11/24)
 207° 
Amanda Kay Burke
You have my heart in chains
After all these years
The mercy of your affection
Hand that wipes my tears

You're mesmerizing beyond measure
Smile leaves me paralyzed
The sole word you have to utter is "Come!"
Legs move to my surprise

I obey each wish and command
Your approval I seek
All you need done to hear me talk
Simply call out to me "Speak"

You are not aware of power
Love feels like a restraint
Pulled me along by your heels
Never guided me straight

I am obedient pet
One that knows how to sit
I am too happy to lie down where I'm told
When you tell me to "Stop!" I quit

The fact is I keep heart locked up
In pound waiting for you to change
After all this time
Remains in your ribcage
Written 3-8-19
 191° 
Alex
We stare at empty light
Look at fake pictures
Pretend that everything
Is just okay

We watch pointless videos
Mindless entertainment
To fill the endless void
The people have created

We don't know what to do with ourselves
To keep us occupied
We don't know what we like
We don't know how else to hide

The world is ending
People are dying
We are all stuck
In a fake world

Just zombies
Trying to cure ourselves
Of the terrifying void
Outside
 186° 
William J Donovan
I sit on the curb at the liquor store
until 9 am when it finally serves,
wait for desperate beauty queen.
I talk smooth settle her nerves.
We share a bottle and queen bed
*** was just a lost cause at best.
I sit on the curb at the liquor store
until 9 am when it finally serves.
 185° 
Self
Why can’t I escape you?
You’re always close, it seems,
A shadow in the stillness,
A whisper in my dreams.
I try to leave, to heal,
But you’re there in the quiet,
A piece of me I lost,
A weight I can’t deny it.
 180° 
Thirty Nine
The mirror betrays me
Its reflection only shows my flaws
Is that really what I look like?
Is that what you see in me?
Is this all I am?
"a mirror reflects one's true self."
That's what you said
Is it true?
Am I an ugly, repulsive, hideous monster?
 179° 
aAr
us.
Your heart, bleeding red like a setting sun.
Mine, painted by your deepest blue.
Like an avalanche, your sorrows descend upon me.
But Its ok.
I would rather be buried under your sorrows than
let you go.
 173° 
Drab
Inside the mind.


                                        Of every living thing.  
                                              

is


what?
 157° 
Jamie Henderson
I am wounded,
I am scorned,
but here I exert my pain
in permanent ink,
and here in my words, it will stay;
the red webs in loose skin,
an arm of scars;
a tome to tell stories
of depression,
for it seems that love withers
and tears stain.
Writing is where all my emotion goes and where it lives.
 141° 
Charly
awake in midnights gaze,
wondering, pondering my own mortality
"I don't want to be just a number"
one of billions before me,
a statistic, a cause, a lesson.

Remember me not for my works-
my craft, my skill,
remember me for myself
not for my name cast on stone,
relish my soul, consume my being.

I don't want to be just a number.
Writers block *****
 135° 
Sadique
White, black, green, and red,
Waving a flag.
Let the world know
There is a right to be alive—
The people of Palestine have,
In their own olive land.
The latest death toll stands at 44,383 Palestinians, around 70% of them are kids and women.
 128° 
renseksderf
As pumpkins rolled off from the scene,  
And Diwali lights snuffed out clean,  
Christmas came early,  
In a fashion so gnarly,  
Don't blame me, 'twasn't I that set up the tree!
 116° 
s1mpl3po3t
Roses are red
Violets are blue,
This secret admirer
Has eyes for only you.

Roast beef is red
And bruises are blue,
The sun fails to shine
When I'm without you.

How's that for romance
On this day, Valentine?
Won't you grant me my wish
And be only mine?
silent longing
 111° 
wren
im sorry that i could not be someone you love
 108° 
Onyx
I was invited

To a Christian club meeting

Taking place on Thursday and Friday

A few years ago I would have been excited

But that excitement was quite fleeting

I stopped being Christian years ago

So I wonder if perhaps it would be bad

To go just for the pizza
 103° 
Pax
You smelled the roses
used them till Withered
and toss aside
for a new one
All you did was
temporary love.

You like new,
Young and
Shiny
But then again
You get bored
And opt
for a new one.
All you did was
temporary love.

You sing songs
Of love and
Praises
Yet you avoid
pain and Fear
of Risking it all
All you ever did was
Temporary love.
.... it was supposed to be a song but i can't bring out the melody....
 99° 
Diana
Life feels like nothing

Colors are muted

I no longer see in solely black and white
I broke through that level of sorrow

But the saturation lately has been fading and in its place leaves a larger gaping hole than the wonder I once held in what life has to offer outside of black and white

I feel anger
But then it quickly dissipates
And left in its place is a plateau of apathy

I have no desire for connection like I used to
Not with humans
Animals
Nor earth and her plants

I feel the soft familiar tug at my feet every now and then
She is ever so kind to me
Always reminding me of the great mystery I originate from
And one day
Will be recycled back into

I believe life will get better
It must, right?
 96° 
Chloe Haas
That girl sitting there
is a beautiful tragedy
her mind is an aghast
her body
is her grave
her bones
ache
while her throat is being strangled
whats wrong with her mind
cant ever be untangled.
she,
is a beautiful tragedy
 91° 
Dom
i'll rip you out of my chest
but keep you in my smile.
the tears i gave you left
your laugh wants to stay awhile.
your eyes were the best
i've had them since i was a child.
you talked to death
now our distance is beyond miles.
 85° 
Dr Peter Lim
Bitterest winter
   all cottage windows are shut
   faint violin strains
 85° 
Leora Llewyn
I’ve been reading about you
The protagonist in all my novels
The booming laugh
The mischievous smirk
The heartthrob that sometimes plays a ****
The desire of every woman on earth
I pretend for awhile that I’m your heroine
Knowing it will stop at the book’s end
So I read another book
Or two
Or three
If I just keep on reading I won’t have to set you free
I’ll just keep reading…
It’s you and me…
 84° 
Ashley Er
I'm ok
A practiced lie
A mask that slips
On and off all the time
I wonder when
Someone will be
able to crack
The smile I plaster
every time
Through jokes
And laughter
I conceal the pain
But truth slips
Through
tiny cracks
That hold no light
Leaving me to
Drown in my own sea of sorrow
But Maybe one day
I'll spill it all
But for now
I'm just here
With hidden hurt
But no one to tell
 76° 
Nick Moore
I recall a
A year given
To
Travelling,
It was a
"Get over a breakup thing"

The first thing I learned,
Wherever you go,
There you are

One time at
Nigeria falls,
All I could think
"If only she was here to experience this with
Me"

But hey, I don't do sad
Well, not for long,
She just wasn't for me,
Just took a while
To see

One day
That
Sadness
Just leaves,
Like snowflakes
On the
Breeze
Fable VI, Livre II.


Le crocodile en pleurs, aux animaux surpris,
De la pitié vantait les charmes :
« Craignez ceux qui jamais ne se sont attendris ;
Fiez-vous à quiconque a répandu des larmes :
Frères, l'homme est croyable, et l'homme pense ainsi. »
« - Je le sais, dit le bœuf ; et même il pleure aussi. »
 72° 
David Plantinga
When things go wrong I like to whine.  
Complaining’s free and feels so fine.  
So when I do find fault,
It’s moaning I exalt.  
Sip vinegar instead of wine.
 67° 
Amelia
everyone answered almost immediately
"the guy should love you more"
yet, I found myself loving you more
silly question, why would it be
wrong or that way
I didn't want to know
maybe needed
 66° 
Blake
When the day finally comes and i close my eyes for the last time.
I hope my memories of this night replay in my head.
That the last breath of air was spent on saying the words that you told me.
“I love you until I can’t anymore”
The look you gave me would make anyone cry as I say it for the final time.
 62° 
Frances Raeburn
I am looking for you
seems like
I am looking through you
where did you go?
 60° 
Nobody
I Hide everything about myself
The fresh cuts and scars with a sleeve
The stomach with an oversized hoodie
I want to leave

I Hide everything about myself
The pain with a mask
The trauma with a wall
Finally, silence...at last...

Pure quietness
Silence
Darkness
No conscience
...
That's the dream.
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