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 280° 
Sabastian Highton
I won't lie to you, I am sad.
I regret not taking action when I had the chance.
But this sadness pales in comparison to the contentment I feel for what you two will become.

Best of luck,
You will always be an incredible R.V.G.
I'm not as bitter as I thought I was going to be. I truly am more happy for you than I am sad for me.
 270° 
Zaynub Elshamy
I terrify myself
with my resentful
actions---
when did I become
so perfidious...
and the scariest part
is that  I don't
feel the guilt
I should---
or is that what
is alarming...
 234° 
Al Drood
“They believe everything they read,
but they don’t understand a word of it”

Yeah, right . . .

“They say the world was created in six days,
but they never worked a day in their lives”

That’s so true . . .

“They say the world is the centre of everything,
but they’re at the centre of their personal universes”

So I’m told . . .

“They say a lot of things,
but they’re so busy talking that they don’t ever listen”

Guess so . . .

“I’m telling you, Lucifer,
we should’ve stuck with the giant lizards”

….. and with that God sadly
put down the phone.
 167° 
lake
I’m in a field of nothing
I look for the opening, its hard not to think.
I clear my mind and fill it up with drugs to
Stop the emotions.
The field is my mind, there is no going back.
The weather is my emotions changes every few minutes,
One second it is sunny and chill.
The next second is the storm of nasty words and
Sharp objects.
The worst is the last the snow of numbness
When it touches get I confused and lost.
The field will grow one day
One day I will see the pretty views over the icy rivers.
 135° 
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
I'm not staying,
it's my blame.
I'll leave the innocent;
I'm not the same.
I've got blood on my hands.
Pressure to understand.
You're right.
You've always been.
I tend to forget.
I won't bother you,
still my existence bothers me.
My mind smothers me.
The nights scare me;
comfort is scarce.
The dark makes things worse,
and this silence hurts.
It can be so loud,
the noise of nothing.
The sounds of your thoughts,
utterly isolated.
I love y'all;
but I don't love me.
I can't live up to what you all think of me-
all feedback is welcome and appreciated!
 104° 
Lyn-Purcell
My                                              
heart is                                                  
A LANTERN                                              
Inside, lives a                                              
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                  With
                   bright wings
                     G L I T T E R I N G
                     with love, life and
                     hope
                    ♡
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           o
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                 ♡
                         p
                             e
                             a
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                     ♡

As                    
I grow,                
S H E  R E M A I N S              
youthful, timid,              
safe                
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                                        She
                   ­                     spent days
                                          JUST  CRYING
     ­                                     feeling so lost
                                          Hurt
             ­                             ♡
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                                               '
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                                           ­                             The
                                ­                                         summer
                                                          ­                OF HER HEART
                                                           ­                  became winter
                                                          ­                bleak
                                           ­                            ♡
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                                                                ­                   ♡

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                       with time
                          SHE MANAGED
                        to pick herself
                       up
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With                        
the help                        
O F  O T H E R                        
fellow Kings and                        
Queens                      
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all have                                              
A D D E D   TO                                            
my heart's inner                                              
flame        ­                                        
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blow, wings                                                            ­      
NOW FLUTTER                                                          ­        
I'm ready to                                                               ­   
fly                                                              ­  
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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 ***
 100° 
Liam
he decides no tea
but puts the kettle on
just to hear her whistle-song
somehow it resonates
in comforting soulese
like cinnamon sugar
 94° 
Robert C Ellis
She waits in the airport terminal, Gate 23
The molecules searing Monday night with the magnesium fluorescent fingernails of acetate hung as lighting
She,
Her face an abridged disappointment Dad had for his life abandoning heart beats.
There needs to be so many more molecules heavy enough
To support the plane's wings, she seethed,
Please let the pilots know God doesn't understand the degrees men, scientists, split from Infinity so life can contain a few moments of feeling, of travel;
Of Relief.
 93° 
Sienna
3am
do you know who i am
at 3am
when i lie quietly awake
and think of him?
 77° 
Deleted
Gavel
That means we're done
 73° 
Anne
when a heart broken
lover
pours out all
her feelings and
translates them onto
words. something
beautiful gets created.
appreciated by many but
never the one
she's always written her
heart out for.
 64° 
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
 58° 
misha
That night, you would have found me,
sitting in a tree and watching the fireworks
from the city in slow motion,
opening themselves like lilies,
framing the night with sparks,
fanning into the darkness their sweet perfume.

My nadir, reflected in your eyes,
I see the light of the full moon.
Rippling like silk,
soft to the touch like velvet.
What creatures lurk beneath those waves?
What jaws will close around my curious hand?
 57° 
E B K
Do you ever think
of a poem
that's amazing

and you're sure you'll remember
to write it down

but you won't
This is kind of my mood right now.
 56° 
Hannah Marie
do i miss you
or do i miss just
having company
someone being there?

do i miss being with you
or do i miss simply being
with someone?

who knows
perhaps we'll find out
when i find
someone new
 55° 
Jason Adriel
I pretend to know love
when I fly blind each time I fall

I pretend to know you
when all I do is make you blue
as you do me too.

Worst of all;
I pretend to know myself
when I get lost in my own thoughts
and lie that I am fine each time I am nervous.
Yeah.
 54° 
Aasiyah
the only place in the world that brings me happiness

isn't real
 51° 
Nikkita
High
Looming
And
Scheming
Low
Covering
And
Screaming

In the ray of my light
Here stay into my sight
Laid in your almighty throne
Wine over your toga we will mourn

Have you decided?
To be left unguided?
No matter what
I won't miss the cut
Dedicated for you only
Now sleep soundly
Maybe not tonight
Only I made to be right
Still remain
Above you
Fear
Am
I
 48° 
John Destalo
I

when I was young
you cut me with

your words

I bled out slowly

when I was young
I was a tear

flash floods

salt and water
burning skin

when I was young
I was broken

not like a bone
that heals with

time

II

I share a lot
with my words

and
you think it is

everything

you think you
know me

from my words

you think I
am exposed

but I am never
completely naked

I wear masking tape
to hide my

deepest scars
 47° 
Sienna
Its the days when you don’t cry,
But you don’t smile either.

It’s the days when you’re quieter than usual,
And people notice.

It’s the days when you aren’t quite thinking about anything.

But if someone asked you what was wrong,
You wouldn’t know where to start.
 46° 
Mitch Prax
Dear diary;
today I
did not write,
I did not paint,
and I did not compose.
I did not live today but,
then again, I guess that's
no different to any other day.
 45° 
nuggz
you get one day to cry
but tomorrow
it’s time to fix your crown
 40° 
julie
trees are changing their robes;
on misty mornings
I am sitting on my porch.
a book  
I've found in a vintage bookstore
at the corner of my street
is lying in my lap

drinking a tea
wrapped into my favorite blanket
and watching my neighbors
carving their pumpkins

smelling the scent
of firewood
while also listening to
Frank Sinatra

autumn, oh autumn
where have you been?
 39° 
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
 39° 
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.)
 36° 
Mandy Turner
All by chance I found a candle,
It stood so perfectly and it's flame shined so bright.
The warmth of it's glow warmed my soul, As it slowly burned it melted my heart.
Now the wick is dying and it's glow is fading away.
My heart cries as it breathes one last breathe.
It's light and warmth may have left my side,
but my love will always remain.
 34° 
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.
 34° 
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° 
Eloisa
We silently communicate
in the middle of chaos
Understanding one another
With true love between our souls
As we embrace each other in the solitude
 33° 
Stained Glass
In maths: an equation
In chemistry: a reaction
In history: a war
In geography: a place
In life: everything
tired
 31° 
trcain
I am afraid
Terrified of the future to come

Sometimes I stop
In the middle of the street
Wondering where I'm headed

But as I stand there
I know nothing's going to change
If I don't move forward

So I just wander past
The lights the people the places

And hope for a world
Where I can stop and rest
And not fear for the future
 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.
 29° 
Grey
It's not my fault
that you've stolen my heart.
 28° 
Nowan
Looking at the stars
Too many to count
Looking at my life
Too short remaining
 27° 
Traveler
Is there any buddy out there?

Am I the only one?

Could this be the end?

Is this site said and done?

Shall I post 1 million words and read them to myself

Shall I write 1 million poems and place them on a shelf

Within the womb
With in the mother
Have I yet to discover
Light beyond the darkness
Forcing me to breathe
Is there anybody out there
Or am I all alone
Life is but a dream
We cannot control
........
TT
 27° 
Onoma
yes--that unconditional love hubbub

made of the fallen face of your poetry.

its guarded theatrical departures, when

was mustered a deep, deep reading.

such timely bashfulness come to unspread.

such sacrifice at the behest of your artificer's

eminent domain.

your poetry itself has become repurposed property,

silly...
 27° 
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.
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