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pure white innocence
charmed the world with pale beauty.
envy lit the pyre
He lifted my suitcase out from the coach
While lifting my heart with his smile
I fumbled in my pocket to find a tip
I didn't even have a coin.

I didn't feel happy nor was I at ease
It's not like I'm a person who's eager to please
While driving his coach for miles and miles.
At the end of shift he still had smiles

I asked him to wait for a moment or two
I came back with a smile and a big thank you
He looked in his hand and smiled once more
He's the kind of man I so adore.

I had a dream last night and it resulted in this poem.
This coach driver was so beautiful and In my dream I so loved him and felt the love intensely.
He was surely an angle and I wanted to kiss him.
I hope you see him as I did.
Every morning I wake up
And I remember:
I’m not yours anymore

Then I cry till I fall sleep again
Slightly Lovely
"love me"
it came as the smallest of whispers.
a swell in tempo, a rise in rhythm.
the words swirl around me like a thousand orbiting galaxies,
Dipped in a golden light that had followed me from the heavens,
They wrap around you, hug your sides, caress your soft lips.
These words are yours, but over time, they faded,
and they've become mine.
Jeff Stirrat
In subtle hues of lilac blue
Quiet as a lovers sigh
She appears through the
New dawns mist
An angel from darkened skies.
She is the ghost of love
That’s came to haunt
An ethereal spectre mine
Taking my hand she leads
Me to her realm
A forgotten distant time.
I really need to see someone,
this is getting out of hand

My bedsheets have not been washed in weeks,
I would rather not speak-
about the laundry, stacked so high because my mind is occupied.
Where is my pride?

Medication bottles stay empty because a doctors visit is far too complex

How has he stayed?
Why hasn’t he left?
He is rare, handmade.

I really need to see someone,
before I simply fade.

~ shay
stefan badham
I love fat girls
and thin girls
and girls in the middle
I not fussy
just happy
if they all wanna cuddle
Commuter Poet
Cutting through
Still air
The hearts
Of a people

Fluttering through
The portals of endless minds
Through shared experience

Piping the marrow
Of deepest consciousness
Tapping a reservoir of
Human hope

While we live
We can be poets
In death
Our words and deeds
19th October 2019
Victoria Jennings
Kings have reigned less time
Than the years I spent loving you.
I'm glad it ended 10/4/17
Larry Marshall
Why is it the law of gravity if there's no penalty for breaking it?
Just thinking.

Is it ok to yell movie in a crowded firehouse?
Just thinking.

Would the story have had the same impact if it had been Goldilocks and the 3 bunnies?
Just thinking.

What happens when you wish upon a starfish?
Just thinking.
It's amazing what comes into your mind when you're sleep deprived
Susan Nishimoto
The world feels your pain and sorrow.

The world sees your emptiness and suffering.

The world hears your cries and prayers.

The world knows you're lost and scared inside.

The world hopes and wants you to find peace and comfort.

And the world loves and wants you to find strength

and to keep the faith.
This poem is inspired by the Sandy Hook Elementary School shooting.
Anmol Mago
He took a sweet moment before,
Smiling back to her
A whiff,
A Tear held back,
An emotion restrained in the
Captivity of heart,

Promises Don't Mend   B r o k e n  

Do they?
Justyn Huang
The reasons I know I had loved you
well and fully
are by the pages and words it took
for me to find and fill
as I forgot and missed you stilly.
Another sweet nothing
L Barbera
I began floating
through the shattered turquoise
Our contract had been broken
Surely I'll return again
Your visions paint me with disapproval
Two lives have changed completely
For now get your rest
Max Hale
Strength to our ancestors
In every way may seem unreasonable
The withering of latter day warriors
Complete in the window of activity
Which makes our understanding easier
Elements of era change our perception
Of great people as each may tune into
Different concepts
Similar doorways have lessened
The framing of powerful men,
In essence great lives are never discovered
Until latter days
When similar notions are reflected
In what we remember.
Never will we truly understand
But can only imagine how these souls
Suffered and lived within their time
Joyous and stressful, delirious or tortured
Great lives will have travelled them all.
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
Levi Johnson
There is a power
  In the slightest smirk
At the dour face
  Of the reapers work

A hopeless joy
  That can't be crushed
Or ripped apart
   By vicious rush

With that seed
   In soil- defeat
Sprouts ropey vine,

And so it goes
   Until the end
This bitter fight
   Of death and men.
I hate to remember when
your eyes met mine
when we laughed too hard
I hate to remember when
your hand touched my thigh
and you whispered 'mine' in my ears
I hate it the most when
I tasted a hint of lie
right after your lips touched mine
I wish you're
With me,
To hold my hand.

It all became a dream
When you pulled your hand
Going away from me.

I wish you're
With me,
To wipe my tears.

Oh...,I forgot
You're only the sole
Reason for my cries.

I wish you're
With me,
To make me laugh.

And you there took
My smile along
With you.

I wish you're
With me..........
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
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!
Explanation 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
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
Put my loneliness into a bottle
And toss it into the dark waves
Someone is bound to
Find it in the light
And pick it up
Beaches are the haven of melancholy thoughts
Amanda Jane
it's been a year since i lost you

i still love you
If a dream comes true
I won't be here

I'll be away to somewhere
Somewhere everyone smiles when the sun rises
Somewhere they don't bother to know my name
Somewhere beautiful

I'll leave everything,

it's a dream come true
Nat Lipstadt
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^ Oh Dad, Poor Dad,
Hung You In The Closet and I’m Feeling So Sad
By Arthur Kopit
Well, I made it out of lenses and tubing. The lenses I had because Ma-Ma-Mother gave me a set of lenses so I could see my stamps better. I have a fabulous collection of stamps, as well as a fantastic collection of coins and a simply unbelievable collection of books. Well sir, Ma-Ma-Mother gave me these lenses so I could see my stamps better. She suspected that some were fake so she gave me the lenses so I might to see. You see? Well sir, I happen to have nearly a billion sta-stamps. So far I’ve looked closely at 1,352,769. I’ve discovered three actual fakes! Number 1,352,767 was a fake. Number1,352,768 was a fake, and number 1,352,769 was a fake. They were stuck together. Ma-Mother made me feed them im-mediately to her fly –traps. Well... (He whispers.) one day, when Mother wasn’t looking...that is, when she was out, I heard an air-plane flying...somewhere, far away. And I ran outside to the porch so that JI might see what it looked like. The airplane. With hundreds of people inside it. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people. And I thought to myself, if I could just see...if I could just see what they looked like, the people, sitting at their windows looking out...and flying. If I Could see...just once...if I could see just once what they looked like...then I might...know what I-what I... (Slight pause.) So I...built a telescope in case the plane ever...came back again. The tubing from and old blowgun (He reaches behind the bureau and produces a huge blowgun, easily a foot larger than he Mother brought back from her last hunting trip to Zanzibar. The lenses were the lenses she had given me for my stamp. So I built it. My telescope. A telescope so I might be able to see. And... (He walks out to the porch.) and...and I could see! I could! I COULD! I really could. For miles and miles I could see. For miles and miles and miles! Only...
You take the time to build a telescope that can sa-see for miles, then there’s nothing out there to see. MA-Mother says it’s a lesson in Life. [Pause] But I’m not sorry I built my telescope. And you know why? Because, I saw you. Even if I didn’t see anything else, I did see you. And...and I’m...very glad.
Typed by: Jeremy Mash 2-16-06
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
Jo Organiza
Hugti ang pisi,
sa atong paghigugma,

ug lubagi ang tahi,
sa atong dughan,
arun atong madunggan,
ang mga singgit sa atong dughan.
neEdlE anD A ThreAd GaTtA GeT YoU oUt oF my HEad
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.
last rainy night
your eyes still look familiar
but the looks they give me now are foreign
Broken cadence lost in silence
Soaked-en radiance a bit intense
And for all intents ride the fence
Things don't make sense,
They don't make sense
Underneath all this paper
Wrapped up in all this string
We're all just damaged goods
Hiding underneath a pretty bow
So handle with care
I think
the world
of us
than we
can offer
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
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.
are the everything
causing me to be

did it
it is all
your fault

forever damaged
full of hate
all for
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.
Brianna Joiner
I fell in love for the first time
and out of the love
it was not returned
yet I still wanted him for myself
So many years of knowing him
I fell in love with the bad things
and empty words of feeling wanted


I had to let him go
because I deserved to be loved in return
and not taken advantage of
yet me loving me was always my last choice

When it comes to loving him now
I no longer want to do that
I will no longer be last in my own life
Finally letting go of someone I knew couldn't be trusted to love me
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