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The Lone Rager
You continually whimper about being bored.
No, you are petulant, whimsical and disengaged;
cleverly obscuring your own limitations
by blaming everyone or everything
but yourself.
Heavy Hearted
Im a poet and a painter
And a meandering musician

And I've hopes that somehow my
Art'll pay for my tuition.
I know it's not about the facts
Or my intuition
I wont believe all that I'm shown
For I know its superstition.
And you know Im not a doctor
Or even a practition
But heres some medicine myself perscribed
To help with this condition.
The dizzyness and neasuea
And the most dishonest vision..
May this writing reach my soul
In its keen perscision
And help me make every right move
Help make the right decision.

When there's so many unfathomable things we are
I choke on that recognition.
Preeti Karnwal
He knows too much about me
I don't know how....
he was only a stranger
he knew my wounds,
and he made 'em scars
Is it that I'm grateful?
he was there, with me,
all this while
but I'm afraid, since we met
he looks at me, so sweet his scent
when he's soft, I'm okay
he pulls me closer, I'm afraid....
I never asked to be the person our family dysfunction ended with.
I dont want to be in charge of
"Ending the cycle"

Someone else should do it.

Im tired and worn down,
Losing layers of my own skin
Over all of your hurt
Is too much.
Bruce Levine
Every day’s an anniversary
But some days are more profound
Weeks go by so quickly
And monthly markers
Reflect a moment of joy

The day of meeting
One single moment
In time that never was
Opening new tomorrows
That Heaven etched with love

Then yearly dates remembered
Each one a sacred day
A chance for hearts entwining
Destiny fulfilled
Forever and a day

The twenty-third reminds us
Each month of love and joy
Twelve special days remembered
With happiness restored

For love alone can triumph
And love can fill the void
The twenty-third remembered
Each day of every year
And all the days between them
Are special because of you

When our kisses make love under the moonlight
I get this sudden rush of a feeling that i can’t explain
the stars begin to light up as the vibes sing this melody
& for that short moment of time, i feel free from any danger

But it goes deeper than a kiss when i close my eyes
& i dream of a feeling that’s finally come true
of being lost in your presence plus I feel immortal whenever I’m with you
With my heart having no further reason to cry
it’s because of this feeling i get when I’m next to you

Poetic Venom
Gabriel Bonney
do you ever stop in your tracks,
look at the unusual,
stay there,
wait a while
your brain
I was going up to my room to write for a while, but now I’m sitting on the stairs, listening to RUNAWAY by half•alive at 9:21 on 6.24.19. Lot of deep stuff about life going through my head, but I like the way the downstairs looks in the dusk light. I can’t explain it, comment if you understand or not
Dr Peter Lim
It's not that
I have no feelings
the truth is
I have no heart!
Justyn Huang
Finding your voice
means screaming into
All the wrong places
until One day--

You hear your echo
calling your name.
i am in love.
i am in love with despair,
with the feeling of pushing people away.
oh, the satisfaction that they will never know me
quenches my thirst like nothing else.
i feel them leaving,
and the thick voice inside me drips with praise,
smiling sweetly against my teeth.
how charming is sorrow,
how heavenly the vindication.
I remember last night
With a sunset sky
Baby blues and glimmering golds
I wanted to see you today
But I couldn't
Not really
I remember last night
When we talked until the streetlights turned on
When I put little white daisies in your hair
And you smiled for me
I wanted to do that tonight
But I couldn't
I remember last night
When we sat by the creek
And caught fireflies
Flickering in the dimming light
Like little neon stars
I wanted to do that tonight
But I couldn't
And it hurt
I just wish I could feel okay, right next to you
Yes it hurt.
I never felt such pain.
                                                           ­                                   But did it bleed?
No, it didn't.
                                                         ­                              We cannot help you.
I need to be fixed.
                                                          ­                             We cannot help you.
I need to be fixed.
                                                          ­                             We cannot help you.
lying next to you
same bed
continents apart

where your mind travels
and where your heart
Sometimes in life you just have to crack a few backs
Marsh Orian
you love me?
to what extent?
“to the ends of the earth”
but my world is burning down
you are the god of my shrivelled broken universe
for K
Sito Fossy Biosa
I WAIT // // CREATE God * _____ *

I WAIT // // be matched by God ₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩₩



oklasasadu is a diction that was deliberately created by Sito Fossy Biosa to express his frustration with God, disappointment, against God, and the concept of Godhead. ⊙a concrete poetry project⊙
Hmm I've only got a
few likes today hmm maybe
my writings not good

Why am I even
writing what's it's all about
What's the point , I only feel

anxious now , deep breaths
Now I feel silly why did
I write that , oh jeez

heart beating feel sick!!
Then my self doubt passes and
I'm back to lovely

place again! Self doubt
sure can grip me making me
feel really down! But you

see writing helps dig
through negativity , am
I a poet or not

Maybe , I'm not sure
But I'm much more too , I'm a
wife a mum a sister

a friend. I've wrote my
heart out for five years now non
stop to be honest

But now I'm in such
a lovely place of content
I'm living happy

Of course I still get
life stresses hit me and yeah
I get negative

But one thing I can
always rely on is my
passion for writing

It helps mentally
to keep me strong and focus
May it come from my

heart or mind or once
in awhile I like to write
stories , fun fun fun :)

I'm slowing down now
Gone and got myself married :)))
Tis so wonderful

Children are growing
up fast , there leading there own
life's more every day

So I'm finding new
hobbies to keep me active
Life changes happen

But to write , will be  
in me always , tis part of me
it's just there always

So to all who love to
write have fun dry those tears up
Find your happy place :))
Have a lovely week ahead :)) love to u all xxxx
She’s looking at the future but only sees the past.
keep your eyes closed love.

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s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
Jordan Ray

           Love                                  is                      
wr­itten                    in                    stone
       which                                slowly
             fades                          to
                   sand                   ..                                          
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Penguin Poems
If want was water,
I would be drowning, my head under completely
and my oxygen quickly depleting.
If confusion was cold,
My fingers would be numb and I wouldn't even
have a coat to ward off the freezing.
If youth was you,
It would be slipping away by the second,
And I can't get a hold to stop it.
my air is gone,
I'm shivering to the bone,
and can't keep a hold on.
But, this is only a poem:
I know I'm not suffocating, subzero, or slipping.
But I can't help but feel like the more I write,
the farther I get from reality
and the closer I get to metaphor mortality.
late at night, i lie awake
thinking of things i should have said
all the mistakes i've made
and signs i should've read

then think about what i can't live without
you, front and center in my mind
sometimes it feels like halfway love
almost, but not quite

still, parts of you make me whole
who i am and who i need to be
i think of love letters that weren't torn up
feelings of blue and green

when i'm without you
blank page, artless innocence
i realize how dependent i've grown to you
and feel the need to create a distance

sometimes i look up at the purple sky
and wonder if you're looking too
i gaze at the colors and the beauty of it all
though its beauty would never compare to you
All I see is wasted time
Wasted feelings and missed opportunities
Life passing infront of my eyes
Getting old when yesterday I was just a kid
Walking on a long road along the city lights
Wondering why I am here when there is so much more to life.
Carmen Jane
I'm not the same since you have left,
In my ribcage, there was a theft
A heart was missing and nothing else
It no more beats and no more melts
As it is gone

I walked with hollowed chest,like that
They might have cursed and might have spat,
I think I might have blocked their sight,
Dragging my old soul - with missing heart,
As it is gone.

I know I'll find my heart when I'll find you
I can't just give up,I can't say adieu
My heart will tell you,  just listen closer
I was not born to be a poser,
I'll find you.
sing for me
when you reach the stars
don't forget who you are
every night I dream
of you singing
behind the stars
it's when I hear you sing
that makes my heart sing
it makes me feel like a king
conqueror of feelings
you are my light
a light that never fades
Jeramy Souder
I wanted to think you were different
So unlike the rest
I held you close
Growing too attached

Trust is a fragile heart
Just waiting to be broken
I gave it to you
Not knowing the pain you’d give me

I was blind
I didn’t want to see
Knowing how it would end
But I’d always come right back

I held you above the rest
Not wanting to let you down
Before i knew it you were gone
You were just one of the same.
I wrote this out of the pain of realizing I was stuck in a situation I didn’t know I was in
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.
Xaela San
I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Loving you was like driving with a blindfold on.
I was reckless.
I wanted you to be my lighthouse
But little did I know your lights were out
They have been for some time now,
Maybe if I try hard enough she'll shine that neon light that first caught my sight
Maybe if I put her demons over mine maybe then she will shine.
Maybe then she'd be mine.
But over time you
You drained my energy
And stole my shine.
You had me looking at my reflection wandering if it were mine.
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
Searching for happiness in everything
my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.

                          ­     p

writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.
why does it have to be like this?
n oa
you keep me awake,
i feel you in my veins.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Stephen S
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone listening?

You don't know me.
Or maybe you do.
Because I fear like you.
and I hurt like you.
and I grow lonely
like you.

I'm not asking for much.

I spend my days
surrounded by a blanket of madness.
I would give anything
for a hug and a smile.

Is anyone out there?
Is anyone listening?

Will anyone find me
before it's too late?
We have our own world in the same world as everyone else
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
atticus wilson
3 quick questions
1) did you love them?
2) did you spend all your time with them?
3) did the breakup hurt?

Calculating results...

You miss them.
You want to be with them.
You are in pain.
I’m right there with you
Muluuta Mugagga
If you don't want
stress to stress you
the best medicine
by the best doctor
on this planet
is laughter!

dosage is very simple
many times per day.

unstress the stress to **** stress!
stress is unwanted.
Tyler Atherton
My Teenage years;
Teenage years with people saying 'sit down and shut up'
Teenage years with no one caring
Teenage years with physical abuse
Teenage years with razor blades
Teenage years with no mother
Teenage years with bottles of pills
Teenage years with ****** assualt
Teenage years with suicide attempts
Teenage years with no reason to live
Teenage years spent pining for what was lost.

© Copyright Tyler Atherton
You know
You’re in trouble
When the silence
In a room
Is louder
Than the static
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