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 639° 
Des Nicole
i give my all and give up everything for everyone
I **** myself trying to be there for everyone
I’m a shell of what I once was for trying to help everyone
But I do not get the same in return
 475° 
Jeremy
You used to adore me
Then I finally let you in
And now all you see
Are my flaws and insecurities

Is it all in my head
Or did you prove myself right
Is it because of what I said
Or what I did that night

I was so stupid
I was so foolish
I knew I shouldn’t have done it
But couldn’t help and be selfish

All I wanted was to express
And now I’m depressed
Because of the excess
Actions I could’ve accessed

I can be obsessive
But please see my intentions
I was trying to be impressive
But all it caused was tension

This is my flaw, I know
I just wanted to show
All the love that you deserve
But it’s that I couldn’t preserve
 394° 
Pluto
You smile
I smile
You laugh
I laugh
You cry
I cry
You leave
Do I follow ?
Let's hold hands as we walk along the thorns that will bleed our feet, sands that will slow our journey and pasture that we will build our home
 302° 
Monica Alvarez
Many months have passed
Memories have turned to dust
Were you real or not?
"In the months that had passed, I would sometimes wonder if I'd remembered it correctly, or if time and far too much going over the events of that night had clouded my memory. "

-- Morgan Matson, Save The Date
 259° 
Oskar Erikson
i should have pleaded for a longer sentence
at least we’d be talking.
 255° 
Marisa Lu Makil
Bittersweet pills
Sliding down
Useless
Like Apple bits
Coming back up
Another day
Of agony
But what do I fear more
Failure
Or success?

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11 years of no relief and I'd still rather be depressed than happy. I think a lot about who I would be if I were not sick. Every time someone gives me a new "obvious" medication, I'm excited and terrified that it will work and then I'll have to figure out who I am without my illness. I'm in constant pain, but at least it's constant. So few things are.
 250° 
Harmony
Longing to be loved
Longing to be touched
Longing to be caressed
Longing to be held

Breathing to be alive
Breathing to be calmed
Breathing to be blessed
Breathing to be found

Permitting to be loved
Permitting to be touched
Permitting to be caressed
Permitting to be held

Knowing I was always loved
Knowing I was always touched
Knowing I was always caressed
Knowing I was always held

Accepting the experience of love
Accepting the experience of touch
Accepting the experience of caress
Accepting the experience of being held
 240° 
nvinn fonia
other one opens always
 220° 
Nurul Husna
Have you ever felt like,
regretting yourself
after all the hard work
you've done,
sacrificing more than enough,
in return
wishing they could treat you special,
but
they all ended up treating you
just
not more than a
friend.
no,not even friend.
they call themselves friend
but they act like none.
at the end it's just
me,myself and i
my so called friends didn't betray me. they betrayed my hard work and sacrifice
 205° 
taylormeadowe
my love,
i can help
with your pain
i can play
wet rain
outside your
window
...
how about this?
is this okay?
are you safe inside?
if not then
i can stop
at anytime
i can be whatever
makes you feel
safe inside
...
 200° 
Keith Gwasera
I want the sky to nolonger blind my eyes
I want the earth to nolonger bury my heart
I want all beings to understand my mind
I want to devour all the gods
I want all mankind to disappear
 197° 
TT
My feelings lie
Somewhere between
Freedom and devotion
Do I let myself fall
Or fly
Do they mean the same
When you’re involved
 163° 
putiira
Being real is
the simplest
form of honesty.
 157° 
Hector
~

Of everything a part to be

like roots my cells spread across

this vastness, a cloth

that wraps me tight.

Sometimes I’m light

that softly filters through the blinds

and chase away leftover dreams,

sometimes I’m dark as night

and hide in corners

from prying eyes.

Sometimes across the skies

like clouds I pass

and then it seems

I fly and free at last

like seeds I spread across

of all we are a part to be-


-
H.O
August 18, 2019
“We're all flames in the fire.
We're all stars in the sky.
We are night and day and
Winter and Spring.
We are Everything.”
― Kate McGahan
 130° 
Starry
As I look up
Into in
Nights space
The Dippers
Shine
And glow
Brightly that
They reflect in my eyes
 129° 
JuanitaS
Tonight is the night
When I tell you
My truth,
My truth is my love
My truth is my sorrow
My truth are the tears
That fall off of my face,
My heart is in ache
For all it’s ever known is pain
Tonight the scars will be on display
While my eyes paint
A picture of dismay,
As this feeling of void
Has become too hard
To avoid.
 127° 
Jack
If you chase it
You'll never find it
If you think that you missed it
You'll never get it
If you wonder where it's gone
You never had it
If you like how these words make you feel
Read them
And understand
 126° 
Anne
I wish that  

i
       would
                         stop
                                
                                   s i n k i n g


down to your
empty promises.
 97° 
Sobbingsoul
You are
The mind
I am
The heart
 86° 
Eli
You and I….
We performed surgery together.

Placing our hearts out on the table,
The two of them beating side by side.

They’re out of sync,
A melody severely out of tune.

So you stripped away all the wires, bolts, screws, and gears.
Filtering out all the bad and replacing it with all the good.

And I, too, did the same.
Yet, all that tinkering did nothing.

These heartbeats won’t tune themselves out.

And so we concluded:
That our hearts are not compatible together.
 86° 
Louisa Coller
A man of your past is so desirable,
You write love letter stories to this day.
Yet your lover of the present is here,
will you write them anything again?
 85° 
Jim Davis
With words...
my heaven within your eyes...
became my hell

©  2019 Jim Davis
 78° 
WNDL
I   will   make   you      
love   the   moon

Even   if   it   means  
    losing   the   sun

Not   even   the  
stars  
could   stop   me

Nor   the   pixie   dust
   of   our   galaxy
 71° 
EastWind
A mother's touch will never be cold,
and will always be warm.
Her scent as you hug her,
her voice as she sang to you
You'll never forget.

And she'll never forget,
the first time she held you,
the first word you spoke,
the first steps you took.

She'll be there to calm you,
bring you warmth and light
when the world is too cruel
when your world darkens.

But there will always be a day
where she forgets
but her heart won't,
Because you'll be there to remind her,
return the warmth that she gave you,
the light,
songs,
stories and love.

All of this she taught you,
because she loves you.
My mom will always be the center of my love.
 69° 
Seanathon
As if every coffee cup ever filled was an ocean
So every drink ever drank by humanity was a dream
A beautiful dream with an inevitable end
Like a swirling coffee steeped in seeping cream
Forever mixed are our drinking lives with dreams
One and the same once turned knowingly
For every dreamer who had a cup this morning. You are not alone.
 60° 
Joyce Sayson
at the end of the day,
we're still together.
at the end of this day,
i still love you.
 59° 
Neville
I love you because
You mourn a basement flat I never knew
Because your hair resembles monastery gold
And because you love old poems

I love you because
You listen to the words of tiny children
And because your belly is a mountain
You let me climb whenever it pleases me

I love you because
Together naked we are able to defy mirrors
You gave me the son I always wanted and because
I am unable to find the perfect words to fill this page
 58° 
Sarah
in a world filled with clamor and chaos
only she could quell my anxious heart
in her gaze I found my oasis
through her touch I found my home
with her kiss I found my heaven
 55° 
Ryan O'Leary
BR is an abbreviation
              for,
Bromine, Bedrooms,
British Rail and Bread.
 55° 
Faizel
Tortured soul
He walks this earth alone
Crying out to be saved
His heart has turned to stone
He’s soul now aimlessly roams
Searching for the light to his darkness
He finds that no one’s home
He put his pen to paper
His savior has become his poems
Capturing all eternal heartache, that life to him has thrown
It brought him sadness
His scarred
Which for he alone atones
For the words he captures
When he gets lost in the zone
Writing from feelings
He will never truly disown
Giving it life, No one will ever condone

As he’s pen bleeds
Inscribing heartache of a tormented soul to these pages
His heart rages
His caged demons scream’s for him to release him from their cages
His inked pen .....now becoming his soul Savior
A poet mask....hidden from the world
When only your ink give it life, unmask your true nature.
 54° 
Madison
The best high I’ve ever felt
Is the one I feel when you tell me
You love me
I love you so much
 49° 
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.
 49° 
KCibot
We are magnetic
But you put out fires
While I attract them
Yet somehow
I can never
Pull
Us
A
.
Part
 47° 
mila splawska
some people find heaven in
a smell, a taste or a sound
i found heaven in
you,
my love
 46° 
PLAINJETPLANE
Amidst the sunshine and thunder,
there's a spark of rainbow appears,
just from the sky it makes everything better,
with the warmth of rays and all of its colours.
Happy 23rd Birthday to my bestfriend! She's the sweetest person I've ever met and her hugs feel like I'm warmly wrapped in a thick winter coat <3
 46° 
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.
 46° 
srax
looking at a mirror
shattered to bits
but the mirror is untouched

not a single scratch
am I the only one who can fix this mirror?
why is self-love so **** hard
 46° 
Ananya Dubey
When the curtain falls,
and the show's all done...
I take off my mask
and become a "no one"

When the audience is gone
My pretence goes away
And from the one who's outspoken
I become the one who's got nothing to say

When I finally try
To be the true "me"
The stage is all deserted
And there is no one left to see....
 42° 
Ally
To look at a soul
and not seek
the face
of beauty

To look at a soul
and not need anything more than it offers
too many are judged, in such cruel,
unfair disgust

Look at the beauty of scars
pain, hurt
loneliness
... despair

If you seek beauty
you will never
truly see
the beauty of a soul
 42° 
Mike
i am an open book
letters in the wind
words in the weather
there's a storm on the horizon
i tried warning you
once, twice -
i tried telling you
once, twice -
i am an open book
harshness in the mellow
i am an open book
 39° 
Ash
I’m here
Alive
I write
To leave a mark
That this pain
Is within me
I’ll die
I’ll be forgotten
My words
Will cease to exist
A proof
That I once
Was here.
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