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 907° 
Marrianna Flores
Shackled, and chained.
Yet,
I’ve never felt so free.
You’ve awakened this primal instinct in me.

Burned, and bruised.
Tormented, and used.
I'm yours to abuse.

I kneel,
At your feet,
Waiting for command.
Waiting for the slightest gesture granted from your hand.

I look down.
My hands in lap.
l am at your will,
Waiting for your finger’s snap.

With hair pulled back--
Gathered in your hands.

And cheeks warm--
Caressed by your voice.

Lips are wet--
Touched by yours.

Cleaning, and cooking.
Almost every day.
Folding, and preparing.
Doing whatever you say.

I'm yours;
I'm branded with your name.
I'm bonded to you,
No matter what,
And I stand unashamed.
 342° 
Jake Welsh
A letter to the spider living in my shower:

Dear Margaret,
I get lonely when you’re not around, then a little sad.
When you reappear it turns my Earth.

With love,
 305° 
imperfectstranger
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
 282° 
jordan lockaby
sweet rhododendron
your leaves hang like drooping eyelids
gaseous tears
oxygen seeps out
i live because you weep
 251° 
insanewriter
Maybe I’ll feel better when I wake up in the morning;
 246° 
Slightly Lovely
An apology without change,
is just manipulation.

I love you, but I can wait till your rule over my life ends.
3 more years, 3 more years, 3 more years.
 230° 
Anastasia
She felt as though her face was on fire and her face was on fire and she felt on fire and she wanted to burn.
 210° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 190° 
JJRKelly
unpromise me forever;
abandoned lovelorn that I've become,
I need to be free from
the paradox of your absent
stagnance.
 165° 
Mac Baker
The words come
In places that you’ve saturated
With people that saturate you

They say that when words come
One should have paper handy
To scribble madly

But the words come
In cherished moments
Where time can’t afford loss

So the words go
To them
To her

To heart

Find them there
When pen meets paper
Because

When words go
More will follow.
 151° 
zumee
I scream
You scream
We all scream
b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶s̶u̶g̶a̶r̶ ̶a̶d̶d̶i̶c̶t̶i̶o̶n̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶m̶o̶s̶t̶ ̶w̶i̶d̶e̶l̶y̶ ̶i̶g̶n̶o̶r̶e̶d̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶t̶r̶i̶v̶i̶a̶l̶i̶s̶e̶d̶ ̶h̶e̶a̶l̶t̶h̶ ̶c̶r̶i̶s̶i̶s̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶t̶i̶m̶e̶

for ICE-CREAM!
my milkshake brings all the diabetic boys to the yard
 131° 
Devon Brock
I’ll send daisies
because they’re already dead,
bias cut for a few
last capillary pulls
of aspirin-tinged water -
soon to cataract, milky
in a lead
crystal
vase.

These are no “love me’s” or
“Love me nots”.
These are from he who knows
not love, but beauty - decay.

My darling little Aster,
this is the day of your death,
another year counted,
backward from a birth,
as each petal falls as love,
as paper,
as dust,
onto your dining
room
table.

Pull deep these gathered Springs
there, pull deep the wisp
of meadows once dreamt
soft beneath your feet,
and gaze into the yellow eye
about which all these
frailties
fall.

Think not me grim my darling.
Think not me cold and thin.
I am nothing but a florist -
the florist birthed within.
 129° 
Sean Wilson
Set out your scarred ribcage,
Cracked and broken,
Cauterized by perse Serge.
Let your pain seep into thy land,
Where roots of oaks delve and bury.
Let the ashen rain flood away your pain,
And thee can grow the sun,
Nourished by the moon.
And you my dear
Blossom.

Set aside the cherry petals
And the warm lapping of
The rushing river.
And lie, observe
Watch the glinted wings of the kingfisher,
The silver flashing streaks of leaping fish
And feel.

Let your eyes hear and feel,
As the warm sun basks upon thy skin,
Feel the dew drops of lushious blades rest upon thee,
Feel the poison and sadness, evil and corruptness,
Leave thy body.

And feel the new wave,
The cascading wave,
Bask you, in warmth and happiness,
Let it float you down the river.
Let thee, fox and badger observe.
Let them watch the natural order of things,
Before thee return to thy roots.

And you my dear,
You fixed glowing thing,
Return back to us.
Stretch out thy fingers,
And cast us in your light.
 110° 
Kyla A
There’s a murmuring in the distance,
Followed by the clatter of human existence.
She watches the sway of enlightened trees
As her eyes are pulled into the sight of a forgotten reed.
The music of the buds
Pressed into her ears are
unclear as she breathes
In the scents of her past,
Childhood years.
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
 101° 
cosmo naught
there’s a half-life to our interacting.
and I am a scientist, scrutinizing it.

a certain proximity, and I
am irradiated, by you, anew,
every time.

I am burned up.
frayed,
and right here, on display.
taking diligent notes on the fallout
today, in this wasteland.


I search the ground
with my hand and
an eyeglass.



I shouldn’t like what I find.
but I do.
 94° 
Shamai
Chairs in the room
Vacant
Because
Alone
Requires
Emptiness

On the table
Papers
Requiring attention
Strewn to the side
And left
Alone

Fire in the hearth
No one
To watch it

Empty room
Amply furnished
Ticking clocks
No one
To listen
 91° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 90° 
Corrinne Shadow
My stomach hurts.
I'm not sick,
I'm anxious.

My heart is racing.
I'm not having a heart attack,
I'm anxious.

I have chills.
I don't have a fever,
I'm anxious.

The thermometer says 102 degrees.
Now I know I'm sick
And anxious.
 88° 
Andrew
Keep
P u s h i n g .
The further you go the better you are.
If you stop
you are
n o  t   h    i     n      g      .
You’ll never get into college
You’ll never be successful
You’ll never get out of where you are

You will
N e  v   e   r
be happy.
 84° 
Samantha
you cannot flourish as a flower
if you are putting yourself in a vase
Vader the black nosed pitbull
had a very lovely smile
and if you ever saw him
you would stare for quite awhile
All of the other pitbulls
laughed at him because of his size
they wanted nothing to do with him
but boy were they in for a surprise
Then one day in Bullhead City
a man gave Vader a home
They left the pound with joy in their hearts
and now Vader was no longer alone
Now Vader has a family
and they're all filled with glee
Vader the black nosed pitbull
is the best dog in history
WRITTEN BY: Amanda Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: December. 5, 2019 Thursday 9:07 a.m.
 77° 
David P Carroll
Your eyes so beautiful and bright,
As the stars shining tonight,
So take my hands,
Sweetheart,
And fellow me
Under the moonlight....

Walking along a path of blown tree's and falling leaves
It's the cold autumn breeze,

Slowly kissing you
Romantically
Hand in hand,
A sparkle in her eye
A touch of love Inside my heart makes my legs go weak,

Oh I'm feeling her love.....

As our lips touch softly
And gently, Kissing you slowly
The Autumn leaves surround us, As the wind blows...

It's whispers..... Softly...

I Love You.......
Trees
 75° 
Lamar Cole
When he kissed her lips.
He tasted life.
He knew that he wanted her for his wife.
When he touched her.
He felt like he was in heaven.
And that she was the reason for his living.
Is it still love,
If nothing ever changed?
Is it still love,
If my feelings were denounced?
Is it still love,
If you forgot my name?
Is it still love,
If you never look my way?
For: Frances Lefevre
 71° 
Emily
i dream far too much about the galaxy.
long to float through a sky,
void of problems and cares.
caress the moon with a gentle hand,
and thank him for getting me through the long nights.
i want to shine as bright as the stars,
inspire all of the people below.
dance along the milky way,
and make friends with a shooting star.

let her carry me into the next world.
 71° 
Nabil
Awaken the pavement that has enslaved the graves to a paycheck , fighting for a reason to die in amazement , breathing for your love , chasing your shadow then just to see you now when the morning began
 68° 
Sara
I'm angry
I really am

I'm angry
but more than that I want to break down at every second of the day and night
and the worst part is you aren't even capable of saying you're sorry

I'm angry
I'm angry when you mope around the house like this wasn't your fault
Like you didn't endanger every person that tried to get close to you
Like you haven't tried to blame everyone else around you before taking any responsibility for your actions

I'm angry
I want you to tell me the truth
To look into my eyes and tell me you never cared about any of us

I'm angry
I really am
 67° 
naught
be a gray lie in this lying world.
 65° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
 63° 
vanessa ann
you don’t shy away;
that’s my favourite thing about you

you’re comfortable in your skin,
or under pounds of cake,
in your ripped jeans and cropped tops,
sneakers or wedged heels

handsome in dresses
pretty in suits
shades of pink and blue
gender norms have got nothin’ on you.

comfortable. safe. confident.
that is you.
for minghao
 62° 
Destiny
My dreams used to be my escape from all the hurt but now I can't stop thinking about food, even while sleeping.
 59° 
Lemon
To the man in the meat department,
I don’t know your name,
I don’t know your story,
But I can feel your pain,
And sense your anger,
I hear your words,
When you’re feeling trapped,

At first impression,
I thought you hated me,
But then I found out,
You were just angry.
You hate your job,
Yet you still carry on.

So stay strong,
And keep on going on,
And if you need a friend,
Come down to the front end,
I’ll be there to talk,
And give a helping hand,
So reach out,
Let me understand.
 57° 
Mrs Anybody
and i wonder

if 'you think (?)' about
'me too.'

if 'you feel (?)' the same
'i do.'

if 'you talk about me (?)'
the way
'i talk about you.'
part 20
 56° 
Aravind Shanavaz
Lord. Haven’t I suffered enough ?
These constantly refreshing images.
Why not just take my life ?
Give me a rest from this cursed life.
No, scarred life.

I don’t want to feel anymore.
I don’t want to love anymore.
I can’t love anymore.
Can’t even hate anymore.

Love is dead in my life,
Not coming back ever.
I don’t belong here, not anymore.

Take me up to heaven,
Heal my scars if you could.
Impossible right ?
 53° 
JKJI
-
I hope you know
that every time I told you I loved you,
it came from deep down inside my heart.

So deep,
that every time I said it,
I could feel my heart ache.
 53° 
Kelly McManus
Who's freedom is it
because I don't think it's yours
or mine at this time

                            Kelly McManus
 50° 
WNDL
She was the only fighter that I've seen died peacefully
Just how the stars lose their shine from the sun
 50° 
CAM
Yawns are contagious,
And so are colds.

And apparently,
So are smiles.
 49° 
eF
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
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