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“what are we?” she asked

with despair, he replied, ”we’re nothing”
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
Sad the very day
when the manipulator
is manipulated by his own

Sword in the neck of
its wielder, blood running
tragedy on the cliff  of doom!
Globbed all up

Knackered about and baked into

and overdone buttermilk biscuit.

I hate getting up,

Not caring is a sin too,

I'm not sure either, but I will risk it.
i heard the bluebells ringing beneath the moon so bright
with there spring time song ringing in the night
such a lovely tune tranquil as can be
ringing all together in perfect harmony.

i sat there and listened to there melody
a lovely lullaby that touched the heart in me
i wont forget there tune that they played that night
all in harmony beneath the moon so bright
Raj Bhandari
With your words
The Knife.

Knowing and not knowing,
Afraid and clueless.

A thing that used to be,
The dust on the mantle.

Will never be the same
The blood that was spilled across the floor.

This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret.  The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate.  Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
Oof...  I wrote this one a while ago...

(Also this poem is dedicated to my father, like a like a lot of my poems)
you deserve better,
love yguys
With every nerve
Firing like a bolt of lightning
Light tremors sent crawling
Down to my fingers, I'm shaking

Feeling every touch
Time slowing
In this moment
It is just us and nothing else

Heads turning slowly
I feel you stroking my hand
Feeling you sigh heavy breaths on my cheek
Your heart racing just like mine

Down to my fingers, I'm shaking
I feel your lips meet mine
My body floods with adrenaline
Why is this the best thing I've ever felt
everyone run and hid
he stayed
no one knew
Mitch Prax
I do not need to
be reminded of the cost
of falling for you

11:14 PM
Shadow Dragon
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
as i look into the sky...from far off it is a lone_star.......but right now it is far away and much to far
as it gets close rit gets larger and larger .......the picture within the star is you....and its larger than life and tt must be love this is true. .......ast the picture gets clear as the sky turns bright blue.

the sky is full of stars but this one was very special......this i was supposed to see...this one was always just for me
Molly Elizabeth
If I had know that I was going to write a poem about you I wouldn't have
If I known I would fall in love with you
I would have never met you
And if I had known how much I would hurt
I would have already been dead

But that's not the way that it works, is it?
We are to find love
Find pain
And everything that goes with
But I never wanted this I never wanted to feel
I hated it so much
You hated me so much
But I can't do much about it now,
Can I?

If I had know
I would never had felt this way
I would have never had my heart leap
And jump out of my chest
If I had known
So much would be different
And you would be long gone
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
Hank Love
Why do people love
            what they fear the most?

Because it makes them realize
               they are still alive.
Em Glass
sometimes a lemming
can't make it across the street
you're my incomplete
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
Ryan O'Leary
Coronavirus is vocal,
            that is why people
are wearing face
                  masks to avoid
spreading the  

Harshitha Girish
Love and Death
are actually a couple.
Both steal hearts,
Both take away breaths,
Love breathes new life.
Death gives a portal to an afterlife.
When you find
Your other half
Always remember
The day that
Changed your life forever
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
Michael Stefan
Speak my name
And I shall materialize
Casting dark shadows
To blind your eyes
And bind you
To misfortuned destiny
Speak my name
And prepare to see
That bad luck has a dearly cost
But comes to you for free
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
Second place
Always seemed so nice
Second best
Never hurt so much
it's getting too heavy
I can't be happy
I want to be happy
it's going to crush me
I don't know if others agree
it's crushing me
please help me
it hurts
it crushed me
I want to die
please help me
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
At the bottom of the bottle
my own warped face-- the glass,
eyes that reflect 2014 for what it was

the bottle-neck becoming mine 

At the bottom of the barrel
I find words for poetry, words for me. 

At the bottom of it all I can see.
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
I’m just an addict
I let you become my drug
My high, my fix
I needed you
You wove yourself into my brain
You coursed through my veins
I just wanted more of you
And I knew I’d hit my limit.
You made sure I knew
But I wanted more

Then you left

You left me broken
Weak and shaking
Desperate for just a little bit more
Anything to ease the pain
Of this withdrawal

You changed me
You rewired me
You left your essence in my brain
And I can’t get you the hell out

You cut me off
And I still haven’t decided
If that was for my own good
Or a cruel necessity to save yourself
But I guess all I can do now
Is try to get you out of my system
Inspired by “The Drug In Me Is You” by Falling in Reverse
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
This ball of mine...
home should I take?
Or push for victory
For which I ache?

I can chart our path!  
For goodness sake
Just let me guide you -
and we’ll all soon eat cake!

I can’t shake that if we don’t all wake soon
We will find there’s too much at stake!
Or that it’s too late!

What is my culpability
If failure becomes reality?

If my vision
Doesn’t become decision?

If my persuasion
Does not change the conversation?

Am I mad or an imposter?
A narcissistic double crosser?
Or an earnest soul who wants to just do right
And has an inkling of the map within her sight?

Grant me the strength
This war to wage
And not to yield to trolls
When they engage!
How do you convince people you aren’t crazy when you radically (but appropriately) want to challenge the status quo?
I love you
I'm sorry
A poem every day
s y k
Take me back to Abington Street,
the first place you ever saw me.
I'd care to meet you again,
in that peach dress,
on a Wednesday singing of serendipity.

Take me back to Whitworth Road,
my forgotten home, our modern haven,
where we danced around the garden and kitchen,
for the moon's eyes, under fairy lights.

Take me back to The White Elephant,
and feeling elegant in my blue dress.
Matching strides and laughter in the air,
you stopped to pick a scarlet rose
and pinned it to my hair.

Take me back to The Racecourse,
and spilling secrets in the dark,
fireworks interrupting this trance in the park.
Remember how I laughed and asked if this was real?
And you heartened me with a "yes, it's not a dream or a movie scene."

Take me back to Avenue Library,
to the kisses behind bookshelves
and the whispers of poetry.

Take me back to Canons Ashby Road,
when black cabs past midnight
carried me back to your home.
That little house with the picket fence,
snowing in albums and childhood innocence.

Take me back to The Wedgwood,
to drinking cokes and playing pool,
our eyes meeting in every room.

Take me back to that black leather couch,
where I memorised the shape of your mouth.

Take me back to the cradle of your arms and your broken bed,
I've never felt comfort anywhere else.

Take me back to Abington Street,
the last place you ever saw me.
Okay this is the last poem I'm writing about Jordan ****. what can I say folks, I miss him.
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