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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
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย 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

The poem is one year old this month!

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
the scratch of a pen as it glides across the paper,
ink pooling in the words.
a stain on fingers here and there,
rustling pages full of thoughts.
sunlight filters in through curtains,
settling on the pages like snow on the ground.
ink bleeds through to the blank side of the paper but the pen keeps writing, regardless.
kind of ironic to write this on a screen.

I like you

Nothing more and nothing less
i used to say
that even if i wasn't okay right now,
i would be eventually

now that's getting more and more questionable
Nash Corax
I don't believe in coincidence or destiny
But I know of algorithms
The parallel universe is perpendicular to this one
Carlo C Gomez
Our inheritance
is loss

I don't care
about liberation

Freedom is
the ignis fatuus

Everyone's a slave
to something
when you sleep it's like you never cried,

breathing soft and steady, wet cheeks dried.

when you sleep it's like you never lost,

boundaries weren't broken and lines weren't crossed.

when you sleep it's like you're still there,

and you still smile and you still care.

when you sleep you look young as I,

no crease in your brow and no old worn sigh.

and so if sleep is death just being shy,

is it still so wrong,

to wish

to die?
This was made by yamiyurei
I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.
Give us a chance to live
A chance to live in your imagination
Even if reality does not avail us
Let us build a house in no man's land
A place where there's no sting of reality
In a dream of endless possibilities.
Mary Frances
I look at myself everyday
in the mirror and then realize
I've been given the most beautiful gift
I could ever ask for - my existence;
my chance of life;
my chance of love.
Douglas Greene
Fleeing from things,
Far from my dreams,
Someone help me,
Someone hear me...
Though you once had control of me with a twitch of your hand,
Iโ€™ve now cut the strings that tied your hand to my heart
Deadwood Jawn

Hฬอจฬ†อชฬ‰­อชฬˆอƒอจฬ›ฬดอŸฬซฬฅฬณฬชฬ˜อ…ฬซอ™ฬŸEฬŠอ’ฬ”ฬ€อ›ฬŒฬถอกออฬ›อ‰ฬฆอšอšอ” อ‘ฬ”อ—อฅฬ‰ฬอ‹ฬˆอฅอ’อ‘ฬ‹อจฬšฬอ‚ฬตอฬ•อ€อ•ฬผฬฒฬซฬฅฬซฬฎฬ™อ–ฬคฬฎอ–อ“ฬฒออWฬŒฬ‹ฬ†ฬšฬ”ฬƒอ›อ›อฉอฬŠฬƒอจฬ…อฎฬอŠอ„ฬขอฬนอ•ฬซอ‡ฬ™ฬžอ‡ฬช­อ‰อ•อฬžฬฑอ…อ…ฬ Aอ†ฬ‹อฉอƒอ‹ฬ“ฬ›า‰ฬถอ™ฬฃฬนฬฅฬฉฬ˜ฬชSฬƒอคอ—ฬ’ฬฬŠอ›ฬอžฬ•ฬกอฬฐออ–ฬฅฬฆอŽฬปฬฑฬชฬชฬ™ฬญฬซอ”อ…อšฬ˜ฬฃอ‰ ฬ‰อ„ฬŒฬพฬฟอชอคฬƒอ„ฬตอฬกฬ—ฬชฬฆฬนฬชฬŸฬžฬชฬ—อ…อ‡ฬฏNอฌอฎออคฬ‹อชอฉฬ‡ฬ‚ฬ€อŠฬ‰ฬอฆฬฬŒองฬ‘ฬธฬขฬจฬบฬฑอ‰อ™ฬฬ–ฬฃฬปฬบฬณอ”ฬฎฬฑฬœฬชอšฬ ฬคฬœ­OอŒฬ‚ฬƒฬšฬตอ˜อ ฬกฬนอ“ฬฃอ™ฬ˜อˆฬฉฬณฬซฬผฬ–อ™Tอคอฌฬ‹ฬŽอƒฬพฬ”อ›อ›ฬ”อ‚ฬพอฌฬ„อŠอฆอฅฬ…ฬขอกฬฃอ“ฬญฬฆฬฃฬ—ฬฉฬญฬชอ‰อ“ อฉฬšอคฬ‘ฬฟฬฟฬ‡อ˜ฬงอฬขฬ›ฬฏฬฌอฬนฬณฬ˜อ‡ฬฅฬฉฬฃฬฉฬŸฬคฬบอ‰AอฏฬŽอฅฬฬƒอฎอคฬ†ฬ‹ฬอœฬถฬดอœฬฌฬ—อฬฅฬžฬžฬฉฬฬฉฬฃฬฐฬณLอจฬ€ฬ„ฬฬ“ฬ‰ฬ‹อ†ฬ‹ฬ‡­อฅออ’ฬ…อ—อ ฬธฬงออ อ”ฬผฬฐฬชฬฑอ•ฬžฬบฬฌฬผฬ˜ฬŸฬญWอฎฬ‘อฅฬšอ†อ›ฬŒฬšฬฝอญอฬŒอฉอฆอƒอ˜ฬงอฬ–อ™ฬžอ…ฬชอ™อ™AอŒอจฬพอƒอขอœฬฐฬบฬอ™อ–ฬปฬนฬ˜ฬฃ­ฬฌฬฃฬบYฬ…ฬ„ฬฝฬ…ฬŽฬฬŽฬŒอ‚ฬƒอซอญฬขอžอžอŽฬนฬฉฬบฬฆฬฌอšอ‰ฬฒอŽอ“อ‰Sฬ“ฬ‡องอฎอฅอ—อ‘ฬ…ฬƒฬพอ—อ‚อจอŠฬฬ†อจฬดอขอขฬจฬตฬ ฬžฬ–ฬ ฬณฬ–อ‡ อฆอŒฬŒฬƒฬ‹ฬ’ฬฝอœออขฬดฬงฬชฬฏฬปอ™อ‡ฬ™อˆอ‰ฬ ฬ อ‡ฬœอˆอ‡อฬฃอ•ฬžLอชฬŠฬฬƒอญฬ’อŠฬตา‰า‰ฬžฬฐฬฃฬฅฬบอ™ฬฃฬฅฬณฬ ฬนฬญฬ˜ฬœฬœฬ™Iอจฬ‚อฌฬ‘ฬฟอ‹อ­ฬƒอ‘ฬ“ฬƒฬ‚อŠอ›ฬ…ฬ“อฅฬ•อœฬฒฬ—ฬนอ“ฬ ฬœอ•ฬžฬžฬปอ™ฬžอšฬผฬซฬฒฬžฬฃฬŸKฬ…อŠอคฬƒฬŠอ‚อฎอŠอ’ฬ’ฬŽฬฟา‰อกอา‰อฬ–ฬฏฬœฬœอ”ฬชฬ–ฬŸฬ™ฬžฬบอŽฬฆฬ–ฬ E­ฬพฬฝฬ‚ฬพฬ’อฃฬ€อฌฬฬฬฟอญฬฟฬถอŸฬถอกฬตฬชฬฑฬบอฬซอŽฬฃ ฬฬ…อฎฬ‹ฬธอขฬงฬกฬ•ฬžฬ ฬปฬŸTฬอ†อฉฬšอจฬˆอŠอฎฬ†ฬˆอ‘ออœอฬกอขฬขฬผอ•ฬฬ ฬผฬฉฬœฬœอ“ฬ ฬฑฬ˜ฬœฬฒฬฆอ…Hอซองฬšอ›ฬอฆฬ‹อฃฬ”อƒฬพอ†ออฅอฏอขฬก­ออ•อ‰ฬคฬซฬนฬŸอ‡ฬญIฬ’อฌฬ‡อฌฬพฬ†อฌฬ‚ฬŒอŒฬงฬจฬทออออ”ฬ–ฬฎฬชฬ–อ“ฬฐอŽฬชSฬอชฬฬ…อ’ฬšฬงฬ•อ˜ฬดฬฐฬญฬœอ“อšฬ–ฬฏฬฆอ‡อ“ฬžฬนฬผฬบอ–

He wasn't. Thanks for understanding, Lydia.. Lydia is angry.. Someone's hurt him..
This is Lydia speaking.
๐ท๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ ๐ฟ๐‘–๐‘“๐‘’, ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘“๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’?
๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘–๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ข๐‘ก๐‘ฆ ๐‘œ๐‘“ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘›?
๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘›'๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’? ๐‘‡๐‘œ ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘ฃ๐‘’ โ„Ž๐‘ข๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘–๐‘ก๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘›๐‘ข๐‘’ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ค๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘› ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ?

๐ผ ๐‘˜๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ค ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘ฆ, ๐‘๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘š๐‘’๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘˜ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐ผ ๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘“๐‘’๐‘’๐‘™ ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’.
๐‘๐‘Ž๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘˜๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘ฆ ๐‘‘๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘š๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’, ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ก๐‘œ ๐‘๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘ฃ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘๐‘’ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘‘๐‘Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž ๐‘๐‘™๐‘’๐‘ ๐‘ ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘”...
๐‘ ๐‘œ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘ฆ, ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘ ๐‘™๐‘’๐‘’๐‘๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘ ๐‘ข๐‘› ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก? ๐‘Šโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘‘๐‘ฆ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘Ž๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘’? ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘ฆ ๐‘Ž๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘ฃ๐‘–๐‘›๐‘” ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’ ๐‘™๐‘–๐‘“๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ฆ๐‘š๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’? ๐‘†๐‘ก๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘ข๐‘ ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘‘ ๐‘“๐‘–๐‘”โ„Ž๐‘ก, ๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘™๐‘œ๐‘ ๐‘’ ๐‘คโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘› ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข ๐‘‘๐‘œ๐‘›'๐‘ก.
Good morning๐Ÿ™‚ no worries I am not in trouble with anything, I just thought that I should try fitting myself in others' shoes and try making their feelings known. I have encountered a lot of people that lost their passion and dreams, scared to live a life on their own...but I say let us not be afraid and live, for we don't live once we live everday but we die once so, make the most of it. This poetry is just another eye-opener for the ones who feel like dying while living everyday, a message to you from me...that no matter how tough life gets we all need to fight because no one want to lose, right?  We all need to live because that's his gift, he chose us to live the life. We need to fight because that's LIFE.
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
Just the one
Ok maybe two
Little love notes
Of encouragement
Urging me on
Telling myself
That these words
Can mean
What I need them to
In the moment
I need them
Just one a day
To keep the light on
Julie Berners
The first tears fell
When I entered the bright cold room
Doctors handed me to my mother

Tears fell again
When I entered the bright cold room
To say goodbye to her
The one I knew, loved, and cherished

Tears fell once more
When we put her in the ground
The dirt smelled of rain
And our eyes full of pain
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separatedย between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skinย ย 
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awakeย ย 
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
Believe in yourself
Everytime you want to give up
Whenever you have doubts
When you donโ€™t feel enough
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
tainted black
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
But have you ever been willing to plunge to the bottom of the ocean in search of them?
Have you let their siren song take you away knowing full well that it could end in your demise?
But you didn't care because that moment with them was enough to earn you your good death?
Have you ever held the knife at your chest ready to plunge into your beating heart?
Because it was the price of their kiss?
Did you ever walk into the darkness of the forest knowing you could be eaten alive?
But as long as they were on the other side it would be worth it?
Were you ever too late?
Did you drown instead?
Did you stab too soon?
Did you get lost?
Were you the fool instead?
Then you don't know anything about love.
it was so.

i am riding my bike up the drive only
and back
into the hall

the tourists come late in the week
to stay over and all gets busy in the


i am happy with it
and did some wavy bits

told him that things
do not have to be done
all in one go

so all is ready for monday

meanwhile the running
continues and though

initially I was one of the thirty percent
find I am not with mind control

yesterday my head was still full
of yesterday which is now the

day before yesterday

so much

my mind raced
and refused to sleep

i watched him reverse the tractor up
in the dark

and turned off the light james
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youโ€™d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
โ€œIโ€™m tired,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a failure,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m stupid โ€“โ€
I know it sounds stupid,
Itโ€™s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youโ€™d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youโ€™d see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youโ€™d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youโ€™d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the face
Iโ€™ve failed to show back then,
The face Iโ€™ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I donโ€™t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
Heโ€™s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
โ€œWeโ€™re perfect for each otherโ€
And you canโ€™t tell me
Heโ€™s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
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.
am i happy?
am i hurt?
i hardly know
all these feelings
are a blur
building up
in the corners of my eye
until i let it go
and cry cry cry
i'm trying to save you
from falling into
the 6 foot hole
you're digging
for yourself.
Josie Lenz
I donโ€™t feel like going out Today

I woke up late
Laid in Bed
Tossed and Turned
And fell asleep

I donโ€™t feel like going out Today

I read a Poem
Listened to a Song
Tossed and Turned
And fell asleep

I donโ€™t feel like going out Today

I watched a Movie
Ordered Food
Tossed and Turned
And fell asleep

I donโ€™t feel like going out Today

You wrote me Texts
You even Called
I read them all
And fell asleep

Don't make me go out Today
With Trick or Treat a-loomin'
and the harvest moon a-gloom'n
and the ghosts and goblins loose upon the streets

You can bet your bottom dollar
that you'll hear a screech and holler
when you open up your door to give โ€˜em treats.

But beware of werewolves howlin'
and the zombies who are prowlin'
In the shadows in the corners of your mind.

For the scary cogitation
in your own imagination
is the one that you have mentally designed.

So...remember you'r not seeing
any supernat'ral being...
they're just costumes and some make up on the kids.

But be sure and take no chances
e're they start their spooky dances
Give them candy or the ghouls might flip their lids!

Happy Halloween my neighbors
on this night of ghostly labors....
And good luck.ย ย You can't escape it if you could.

They'll arrive in cars and wagons...
dressed as witches, bats and dragons.
And they won't all be from your own neighborhood.

you ask me why im so quiet.
why i keep to myself.
why im alone in my room for hours.
why i dont want friends.
why i wait in the dark.

if i dont talk nither will they.
if its in me its not out there.
if im alone nothing bad will happen.
if i dont have friends no one can hurt me.
if its dark no one can blind me.
I went to your favorite restaurant today
Iโ€™m not sure why
I ordered your favorite food
And suddenly I started to cry.

                       - I miss you.
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
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 donโ€™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.
Kafka Joint
Souls on edge
Are alone and waiting.
Zainab Ibrahim
Hello old friend,
It's been a while,
My dearest freind
I've missed you so.

I've missed the joy,
The emptiness and dark.

I've missed the agony,
The feeling of not knowing who I am.
not to be rude, but why cant you just change?

the moment i knew it was all over
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