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 587° 
John Destalo
I was falling
for you

the feeling of
being weightless

the sky and
the ocean are
blue

like your eyes

your eyes and
Einstein’s brain

are the depths
I can never reach

but I will drown trying
to reach either or both
 240° 
Grace
I will see your name when looking at the stars
I will remember you by your smile
I will hear you in silence
and feel you alone
and miss you
but know that you will never be forgotten by me

because the things you've taught me
they have redirected me
you gave me a wisp of your being
and that is so ethereal to me
 230° 
William J Donovan
I fight monsters alone
in deep water and stone
with my angry sword
heads my reward.
 82° 
J Lobo
You who left me in
this here storms of your making
Dead yet or shall I bury?
 63° 
rhiannon
u see the knife
you watch the glow
u see me smile
but can't hear me cry
u think i'm happy
but inside i'm breaking
u see the blood
then u realize
that i wasn't
lying
when i said
i'm depressed!
u wish u gave me the
support i needed
but now it's too late.
I'm dying inside...
 52° 
Anthony Esposito
A click away from banishment
A dystrophia reality
Handcuffed to this roller coaster
I wish this was a dream
Plugged into this digital universe
Addicted to the screen
When I want people to know I’m angry
I tweet the angry emoji
High on notifications
Staying away from reality
Hiding behind a screen name
I Am God243
 49° 
Mary Anne Norton
Yelling got louder
You tore me all to pieces
I put you on hold
Don't know where this came from.None of this happened.
 46° 
Scott Tizzard
a fearsome place
is the calm
below the surface storm
of wind and waves
letting go of Enbarr’s mane
over the currach gunwale
I go
to the deep below
from the skin of the boat
through the skin of the briny
where I can breathe
walk upon the Isle
of Apple Trees
say hello to Bran and Cormac
learn the ways
of the crane bag
aboard the Wave-sweeper
of the Son of the Sea
standing proud atop Binevenagh
in Co Derry
stolen for a time, He stands again
Your beauty was not invented your beauty was given

Given at birth when you opened your eyes
present before your name was lined up in any mind
a truth that is what your beauty is
 44° 
Unknwn
Your eyes told me of how happy that made you.

Happy birthday, babe. I love you.
 44° 
Ema
like a deer drinking from a stream
in the clearing
I am clearing
time away
I am the wolf
amongst women
I am a jar
half full
I am residue
on the sink edge
dusty, smudged
I watch people on trams
I watch people on buses
I don't smile
I watch the deer drinking
I play with my hair
I stare
I am the wolf
from afar
I am
I am waiting
for the clearing to wilt
and stream to dry up
I watch the deer
I am
Your face is forever eternal
your knowledge comes
complete I would kneel
before you dear just
to wash your feet
I'm lost in the feelings
you give me I can see
you in the sky When
I hear your lovely voice
your words just get
me high There is much
more I could tell you
so I'll leave you with
this One thing that I'm
lacking is the thrill when
we might kiss
 38° 
Sam
The tragedy is
there's a prison in my mind
all the thoughts that lurk there
are ones I wish were never mine
they etch into my heart
the scars I wear so bright

They whisper wicked stories
of things that never happened
or maybe things that did
things that shouldn't create ripples
in the current in my life
but here I lay in bed
stuck awake at night
eyes cutting blankly
through the nothingness of my cold and dark bedroom
 35° 
graham
i have grown flowers out of the marrow of my bones
i have harbored seeds from the blood that flows
i have created skies from the pain in my eyes
and i do it all for you,
my wildflower
 33° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 28° 
Kierra
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
 22° 
Grace Ann
I don't know what to do
when my drug of choice is you

I'm addicted to the feeling
of being wanted
 22° 
Eshwara Prasad
It burned my palm when I caught your randomly floating wretched thoughts.
 19° 
Ciel Noir
0
making choices
           is not for the
                 faint of heart                
                               any step                ⍜
                           into the future        ☇≣⤷
                                             is a step 〳〵
                                                   into the
                                                             ­                 
                                               ­                           
                                     ­                                    dark
 19° 
Cydney Something
All I know
Is how
I feel

And sometimes I
Wish I
Knew nothing
 19° 
lucy-goosey
Jeffery,
if you're reading this,
(which you might be or you might not be
how am I supposed to know)
this is your sign to
LEAVE ME ALONE.
do not disturb.
these doors are lovingly closed to you.
goodbye.
to J.J. (you have nice initials btw)
also p.s. you give really nice hugs
 19° 
SS
bottles and bottles of spiral boy
Drink until I’m Dead
drink until I see red Spirals
growing out my head
 18° 
Christina P
Sometimes I wonder
If I'm cut out to be happy.
And sometimes I wonder
If I even want to be.
I realize how crazy that sounds
But my pain
Is my creativity.
And I'm not sure
I'm ready to give that up.
 18° 
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 17° 
Shamai
I think I’d rather be your friend
Than your wife
You speak to your friends all the time
You laugh on the phone
And share ideas
And secrets
While
As you wife
I clean
And cook
And take care of you
And miss out
On all the joys of being your friend
So
I think I’d rather
Be your friend
 17° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 17° 
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.
 16° 
Brooke
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
 16° 
David P Carroll
So white and magical
Snow falling tonight the most beautiful creation
Words cannot describe this beautiful sensation
Slipping and sliding
And making a snowmen
All through the night
And Icy hands
And Icy toes
Cold frozen nose and
This unique one of a kind
Will definitely blow your mind
Seen this beautiful snow fall
All through the night watching the
Snow flake's twirling like tiny dancers in the cold dark
Snowy night.
 15° 
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
 15° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 15° 
Edmund black
All things forgotten
Not one thing forgotten
Everything is dear
The dearly beloved
A Precious time,
the journey of love
Make no mistake
Mistakes will be made
The end
Will never define us
A true bond
How special it is
For better or worse
Take my love anyway
For it was always yours.
 14° 
Jade
I’m really scared
Im loosing it
My fragile mind
Slowly bruising it
I think too much
Overusing it
it’s my fault
But I keep doing it
 14° 
Hooria Iftikhar
When I was hurting,
You held me
And in so many scary ways
I was letting you in.
I told you things,
That instantly brought me to tears
And while the tears fell
You just held me,
And that said
So much more than
I love you
If I ever could….!
Thank you yaaron....!
 14° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
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Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 13° 
Mohannie

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
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