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 940° 
Suhayb
~
The two things
I hate the most
Are short poems
And hypocrisy
Do I know my worth

Not completely no

Been running around with the projections getting myself in a spin

If I'm honest at times self sabotaging

The world became the playground from within

It wasn't the ground I would prefer to be playing in

I held back

Saw a lot of lack

Aligned with the mirrors of lest and jest

Can't blame the outside it just became a part of me

So the loving has to go on inside

internally
 641° 
bluesatyrboy
I am a placeholder
For when your graden
Welcomes you back
Do you ever feel as if you are nothing more than a filler for the better option?
 284° 
Sawyer
If you breathed the same air in the same space as me
I would be content
And I wouldn't mind your breath on my lips.
 267° 
Dawson S
The sounds you possess
Move through the harmonies you don’t
Melding into melodies
Drifting, as if to say:
“One day I’ll be yours, without you.”
 240° 
Tyler Atherton
Is it bad to want you when im dating your best friend?
 190° 
Sea's End
When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.
Another haiku? Wow! I'm only so good with words until I actually need to use them. Just ask my girl. (Spoiler alert: I'm really bad at articulating my thoughts in the heat of the moment. That's why I'm here.)
 173° 
melanie jackson
help
four simple letters
help
yet i wait so long
help
for those words
help
to grace my lips
help
four letters close
help
written together
help
please now that i can say it will someone
help
 137° 
Nishi
He is simple and silent
He is gentle and humble
Strong and handsome
Born with a soft heart
Sometimes mysterious
incomprehensible
eerie and weird
Sometimes proud and solitude
When he is with me
He is sweet and joy
He smiles alot
Talkative and unbiased
To me he is perfect
To me he is my world
To me he is my precious
Because why i love him is for no reason
Love#unconditional#strong feeling
 121° 
Bill Johnston
It does exist, but not
in the weaving of spells.
It is real, but not
in rabbits pulled out of hats.
No wizard can produce it,
and it is not a magician's illusion.
It exists in lovers' kisses.
It is a new star in the heavens.
It is seen in the miracles of life
at the altar of wonder.
 117° 
Sparrow
how do you name
this kind of strength?

the thing she loves most
shatters her, irreparably

shards sink to the depths
drowning she dies there

then recreates herself,
returning to care for it
 87° 
Pyrrha
I wonder what it feels like
To hold the world in your hands
And let it slip from your grasp

Suppose I'll never know
 81° 
peach
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
The day  has now gone here is the night
It's twelve o'clock all lights gone out
Not a single soul no one insight
We look out the window no one about.

Eyes are weary we are fighting sleep
Time to clime up that wooden hill
Waiting for us is the bed and sheets
Tired and drowsy sleep we will.

The evenings are colder
The frost here again
But we are much older
And our health's not the same

So as we head to that slumber land
And we dream our cares away
We pull up the blankets with our hands
And say goodnight to the day.
These cold nights a nice warm bed is welcoming.
 73° 
Anna Bell
“i love you”
those words
                      d
                         r
                           i
                             p
                               p
                                 e
                                   d
                                      from his lips
i believed his deceitful manner
his charisma, it was alluring
I think most people take this as an s.o. but it could be anyone who stopped loving you a friend, a parent to just deceive you to get what they want from you. I also thought of the devil as I wrote this, he deceives you and feeds you with lies to follow him.
 69° 
Rhoni Marjonelle
i
~thought
~was healed,
but then
~wasn't.
 68° 
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
Step out of time
Step into moments
Slow down the steps
Be in the now

Step into time
Step out of dreaming
Speed up the steps
Be in the journey

Step beyond time
Step into narrative
Pause in the step
Be in the chronicle
 63° 
Lyn-Purcell
My                                              
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
fae                                                  
♡         ­                                       
g                                          
e                   ­                 
n                                      
t                       ­                       
l                                                
e                                          
♡                                
a                          
  ­   n                                
      d                        ­                  
      ♡                                       ­             
s                                                  ­  
w                                              
e                                        
e                     ­             
t                                        
♡                                                      

                  With
                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and
                     hope
                    ♡
                 f
           o
           r
                 ♡
                         p
                             e
                             a
                       c
                 e
                     ♡

As                    
I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
safe                
♡              
a        
f      
r        
a                
i                  
d       ­     
♡    
t
     o

f        
l              
y          


                                        She
                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
                                          Hurt
             ­                             ♡
                                  ­        I
                                               '
                                                     m
                                                      ♡
       ­                                             s
                  ­                             o
                                        ♡
                     ­          s
                             o
                                    r
                                          r
                    ­                              y
                                 ­                   ♡

                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
                                                               ­                 a
                                                                ­                     n
                                                               ­                   d
                                            ­                            ♡
                                   ­                            c
                                                             o
                                                               ­   l
                                                            ­                d
                                                                ­                   ♡

                        But
                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                       up
                      ♡
                  a
                  ­ n
                           d
                                  ♡
                           ­               h
                                        e
      ­                           r
                          ♡
              p
      e
          n­
                 ♡

With                        
the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
Queens                      
♡                    
t              
h          
a              
n                        
k         ­                         
♡                                      ­    
y                                      
o                                
  u                        
♡  ­        
s
       o
       ♡
m    
u              
c                
h        


                   You                                                              ­    
all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
♡                                              
a                                                          
n   ­                                                       
d                                                      
♡       ­                               
h                            
o  ­                      
p                              
e                               ­       
s                                        
♡                     ­           

       Winds                                                            ­              
blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
♡                                                                ­
s                                                              
i                                                      
d                                                
e                                                
♡                                                          
b                                                               ­ 
y                                                              ­  
♡                                                          
s    ­                                            
i                                                  
d            ­                                              
e                 ­                                                   ♡
I'm back!
So sorry everyone, the last few weeks have been... a strain on me.
I am still doing my media course and all, but mentally and emotionally,
I was slipping down into a dark place. My sleeping patterns have been messed up, my nerves have been completely out of control, my self-doubt, anxiety and depression drained me so much that I found it really hard to write, so I needed time to gather myself. It was so hard for me to pick up a pen. To do anything. My smiles were hollow and I just felt so lost.

I just wanted to apologise, I didn't mean to worry anyone. I'm truly touched by the out-pour of support for me. I got so many messages asking if I was alright. I can't express how much that warmed my heart. I'm so used to people being angry at me for my silence that it usually scares me to come back. By nature, with everything I've experienced, it's made me more and more of an isolationist. To all of those people, truly, thank you so so much for staying and just being kind to me...
Really. Thank you T-T
And thank you to all my followers, old and new.
245 followers... I can't even... T-T
I'm sorry if I sound like a broken record but thank you.
I'm back now, and I'm feeling better.
It's easier to hold my pen so I will resume spilling my ink.

I'll continue the Masked Bard on Thursday, I'm free the whole day.
I have no idea of my schedule the coming week.
Again, I appreciate everyone one of you.
Thank you for keeping me in your thoughts.
Thank you for staying with someone like me.
With much love,
Lyn ***
 60° 
CAM
As the sun rises on another day,
I feel my heart grow lighter.
As the sun rises yet again,
My heart falls.

As the sun rises in the east,
I feel a smile grow on my cheeks.
As the sunrise shines,
I feel tears glisten in the sun.

As the moon sets,
I am finally free.
As the sun grows,
I wonder which loss is worse.
 55° 
Eilo
sorry to say
but some of your poems
aren't poems
this is not a poem / why was this trending ?? oh my..
( the victorian promenade )

With our lines in the river
we'd sit there forever
waiting for a bite
and the tide would come in
it was then
that we'd strip and go
for a swim,
hot summer days
when on the banks of
the river we'd laze,
reading the Beano
or
sometimes the Dandy,

they came in quite handy
as
we seldom caught fish.
I was never sure if 'Ladies Walk' was the name of the signal box on the tracks which ran by the river or an invitation to the fairer ***, when you're ten it doesn't seem so important.
 49° 
larni
once upon a time
long ago
there was a you and me

i knew you once
and it was nice
silence was comfy
and we didnt have to try

i knew you once
long ago
you shared your secrets
and i shared mine

i knew you once
long ago
but where did you go...?
argh, i miss you.
 44° 
rebecca
girl friend
girl                   friend
girl                                                 friend
girl                                                      ­                         friend
girl                                                      ­                                                       friend
girl
 44° 
Radhika
As I look out the window,
All I see is so many disco lights.

All the teens
In tight, skinny jeans
Thinking that their bright queens.

I see people with cigarettes
Making all these bets
With no regrets.

This is different to where I used to live,
Here people have disguised
Themselves to fit in.
 41° 
noren tirtho
Time doesn't heal.
And the wound knows it.
Layers gather on the ****
but the damage remains,
hiding itself deep inside
the secret scar
time healing wound layers damage hidden secret scar
 38° 
Sol
Look at us all
Little weaklings
Utterly helpless
To the cold and cruel world
So soft
So fragile
We will be shattered
Sooner or later

But won’t it be the most beautiful destruction you have ever witnessed

Oh yes
It will be
Because this tenderness
Whatever it is we are made of
You may call it love
It is divine
Beyond words
Precious
Bless you, have a lovely day.
 35° 
Blckstr
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.
 34° 
Lauren Leal
Actions speak louder than words,
You wonder why I'm speechless.
 34° 
ecophobic
i am
too much
too loud
too exited
too much
going on
i need to

c a l m  d o w n

i have
to let
you breathe.
i have
to breathe.

R   E   L   A   X

calm yourself
you are
being too
loud too
exited
too much
of everything

--
i think im coming off as wayyy too strong. its so incredibly stupid but im trying to change my personality back to the quiet calm person i was 3 years ago because i am too much for myself right now
 32° 
Net
Friends think I'm mad
You treated me like dirt
You put me down
But tears keep on flowing
Heart keeps on breaking
Cruel words keep on coming from you
But I don't care, you belong with me
 32° 
Finnick
So much to say,
So few people to truly listen.
 31° 
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.
 31° 
Alex Smith
My mistake
Was loving you too hard.
My regret
Was never telling you
That I needed love back.
 30° 
Jesse Mellinger
grog gives all the chutzpah
a sailor needs on the seas
but a non-diluted drink of sorts
summons all the gall you please
 30° 
cupid
i wonder if you ever look for me
not knowing
i already passed
and even waved
i thought you looked my direction, i think though that im just self-centered
 29° 
Lil Lalo
You asked
What is the scariest part?

I answer
The scariest part
is not the feeling of loneliness
or the darkness that fills you
despite the looming pain
of emptiness

The scariest part
is the realization  
that you have lost yourself
completely
sinking in as you lay awake
at 2 AM
because you lost the ability to sleep
and you can't even cry
because you don't even care
 29° 
yv
Maybe,
        
           I could be an athlete
           I'd win the marathon with
           Running away
                     - from all of my problems.
(:(
 28° 
Anne
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.
 27° 
Gabriella
it began like any cliché film,
a girl with degenerating neurons,
a boy trying to stay a float in his sorrows.

two worlds drunkenly collide.
emotions, memories, thoughts spill over.
you remember?

no. your sickness robbed you of these pure moments.
it took what may have been the beginning of what you've been searching for.

a kiss. a touch. pleasurable asphyxiation.
blurred night of raw feelings.
is this what remains?

an empty love.

the sickness stole it.

a night forgotten but emotions remembered.
 27° 
Masha Yurkevich


Worry is a misuse of your imagination...


With midterms coming right up, worry has become a big thing in my life.
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