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 2460° 
Gulishta
In this constant state
Of hollow emptiness
I long.....
For a messy chaos.
 584° 
Shreya Das
Headstone
the name,
the date,
and the man's fate.


Whatever unknown, all is certain;
that death shall pull the curtain.
 480° 
Faith
I grasp
Knuckles white
To a rope
That has already promised me
It will never break
 232° 
Cliff Perkins
Mine-
A hole in the dirt
Begging one dig deeper
No matter what the cost

Yours-
Such a joyous word
Laughing as it gives away
What can n’er be lost
 230° 
Pablo Neruda
Apenas te he dejado,
vas en mí, cristalina
o temblorosa,
o inquieta, herida por mí mismo
o colmada de amor, como cuando tus ojos
se cierran sobre el don de la vida
que sin cesar te entrego.
Amor mío,
nos hemos encontrado
sedientos y nos hemos
bebido todo el agua y la sangre,
nos encontramos
con hambre
y nos mordimos
como el fuego muerde,
dejándonos heridas.
Pero espérame,
guárdame tu dulzura.
Yo te daré también
una rosa.
 220° 
Kenj
Hi
I bitted my tongue
The harsh hadn't gone.
Wondered if it was my drink
Or if it were the blue tears.
The bitternesses,
Which was keeping me drunk.
The madnesses,
Which was jamming me up.
But all I said was,
'Hi, you want some too?'
It is about my useless feeling in relationships
And the drink was coffee, i swear
 210° 
Seanathon
You are not just the hero within the pages of your own story. You are the vessel of intuition. The growing understanding of self-undiscovered, be it in the conscious or unconscious arena. Competing with all under the sun. You live not to forget or yourself become the great shining deeds by which you may never achieve relics. But to bear witness to the self and its finite attempts to grow steadily alongside the tree of life. And in standing therein, rooted, smile at your own death. Knowing a more practical end awaits you moving.
Though not everyone is aware of it, or even capable of such contemplation. We are all so very different. With our many vice-passions and obsessions.

Enjoy.
 165° 
charlee
hey
hey, it's been a while
 102° 
Soloy
I am overcome with guilt and desecrated romance
on my very hands.

Tragedy it be;
are that's what
poets are made
of -
reminiscing smithereens
these lost shreds of
time-filled regret
 101° 
Speechless
It keeps dripping onto me.
No matter where I move.
I seek shelter and yet,
it's still there.
It's not fair.
and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
 90° 
amanda
i looked down
twenty three stories

tears in my eyes
legs shaking

every intention
of falling head first

you see— i was just so tired
of having to land
on my feet
so many people
are so tired
of having to be so strong
 88° 
Rupert Pip
You catch life
one tear at a time
to one day
fill an ocean.
I heard you liked short poems, so here's one for you.
Fuming mind
Steaming eyes
Absorbing mask...
Seen by none....
Except
The crying heart!!
 78° 
Star Dust
it's just that
people, they disappoint me
you know
i am always longing for an arm that's never there


trying to touch the cracks
i will bleed i know
and i am searching for homes
where I am not bounded to lie my head


i don't want to belong anywhere
and i also want to be in everybody's heart
but i don't want to feel their cracks
i just want to heal mine


it sounds selfish
but why would it matter?
people i cared for
they never cared for me anyways


people always disappoint me
i don't want to lie in their arms
and make them feel safe
because they are  broken

and their sharp edge scars me
always, always
they hurt me
they know that they are hurting me


but they hurt me anyways
love is too broken
too broken, too broken
and for me, it's never fair
 68° 
luna imagery
"boy"
Once there was a boy
Who stood in front the mirror
For so long he drowned
He was gasping for air but
No one saw him but himself
 63° 
Jessica
I pretended I was happy
I nearly believed myself
 61° 
M S Barthe
Many paths clear before me
words of wisdom or violence still
prophet of tomorrow
destined poet of sorrow
Have you the courage to fight on still?
when all you have is your mind that flees?
Forged in the fires of blasphemy
quenched in the waters of melancholy
Dead poet of society
with broken rhymes and shattered mind
and even in death
shall your words free the soul that be
 55° 
Bree
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
 50° 
Daa Rajab
It might be said:

Seventeen,
The stalemate between her maturity and
Self-convicted foolishness.
Her insides longed for some time
And her resistance was rather limited;
Exposed to the warmth she was transferred,
When it was seldom a
Tendency for her to let go
When they did not wait.
I fell in love with candlelight-
in my darkness, she shone so bright.
She danced the breeze, lit up the night,
her glow consumed my very sight.

But wax and wick both burn away,
and candlelight just cannot stay.
As sure as night turns into day,
that fickle flame will go astray.

But for a moment, through the storm,
she lit my world, she kept me warm,
then flickered out, as is the norm
for candlelight, its fleeting form.

I fell in love with candlelight,
for but a moment, all was right.
Her glow, her dance, consumed my sight,
and faded out at end of night.
 47° 
Emily
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
 46° 
Jonas ernest
ï
i wear my skin
like pearls from a
   string

I wear my skin like silent dusk

I wear my face like loose fog

I wear my pain like dripping skies

I wear my sorrow like fading night

And pray to human
tradegy

What else can i do

What else can i be
 40° 
blackbiird

Even a tortured soul
needs a place to cry.
I’m so glad
That you’re my
place.

 39° 
muna
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
 39° 
Howl
As long as you live, keep learning how to live.
 38° 
ibkreator
Death
desires all life die

so it can live
life thru its death
 35° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 32° 
HaleyBoo
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do?

It wasn’t letting you go.

That was difficult though, to swallow my pride and wear a smile to hide the fact I’m not okay.

Oh no, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? Was finally admit to myself the truth.

It was admitting that you were never mine to begin with.
 32° 
Robert Andrews
Her
How can I tell you
Of this beauty
For which
There are no words?

My heart trembles
When my blue eyes
Touch her
And I am stricken dumb
 31° 
Rupert Pip
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.
 30° 
Brandy Nicole
Thinking about you
 And those words
   It burns like fire
    Thinking of all the ways
You never loved me
I drop where I fall
All tethered and torn
Weathered and worn
As an offering To the dawn
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Sleep deprived Stiff and tired
No longer can I show my pride
Unwashed half dressed
Let me sleep I’m not impressed!
5.am agin this morning Moose wanted a walk! I think she’s torturing me! Sleep deprivation! Bless her! Did make her wait until 6am!!!!
 28° 
Shresth Mehrotra
When the moon's gonna be full,
And the tides are gonna be high,
When the breeze is gonna be chilly,
And the food's gonna be spicy,
Our little date would be perfect;
When the lights are gonna be dim,
And the music is gonna be soft,
When the wine's gonna go sober,
And you're gonna go tipsy,
Our little date would be perfect;
When your mouth's gonna be searching,
but your eyes are gonna speak, that, "It was perfect", then and only then,
Our little date would be perfect.
 28° 
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
 28° 
Maria Etre
If I see it
then it is

If I hear it
then it is

If I taste it
then it is

If I read it
then it's
a different
story
If I see what you see, and they see it too, that doesn't mean I am crazy!
Future history books
will need
a hundred chapters
just for year
2020
alone
I needed to write this. When will we have enough of 2020? When will the surprises and deaths end? When I look at all the bad things that have happened in 2020, and we’re just half through, I get scared.

From COVID-19 pandemic to Kobe and Gigi’ Bryant’s death to Australia burning to earthquakes, to George Floyd’s killing to Myanmar mine landslide disaster and now Beirut’s explosion.

The videos that moved me to tears from the explosion were the father trying to save his son and the maid who ignored her own life to save her employer’s child. But there’s hope for tomorrow.

To all those who have lost their family, friends and loved ones in 2020, my condolences.
 27° 
REY
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 26° 
Fry Sledge
That’s all I want
A world manipulated
By the red dye of rose petals
Falling off the last
Flower
 26° 
Ugo Victor
It's taken me years
Of writing and reading,
Living,
Giving and receiving,
Love
To realise;
Love is simple
It's humans
That are complicated
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