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He’d rather be angry than numb,
and so the feeling boils within him.
It swiftly moves through his body,
poisoning all that it touches.
The feeling settles,
burrowing deep into his worn bones.
The darkness surrounds him.
When the sun rises, he does too.
Salmabanu Hatim
Love is a blessing,
And blessings you only get if Allah wishes.
she's a waterfall of curse
carrying a spell
she couldn't carry
they stare with a flame
she's strapped by the flame
remain calm
outrages come
spell the curse
in her sleep
Shaun Yee
The throaty croaks of the after-rain frogs,
Hidden in the damp dark garden,
Calling and answering one to other,
While a few creatures silently listen,
The water drops linger on dampened leaves,
And the night crickets add their say,
In some fireflies' lights they glisten,
A finishing touch after a rainy day.
Where do you go?
You just died
I could see it
Like a thousand times

One step ahead
Fond of planning
Like the sharpest knife
Always stabbing

Bury your secrets
Under the birdbath
In your backyard
Through the red path

And I won't look for signs
My eyes wide shut
Still find yourself
Among prison walls
While love exists with hate, love cannot be at peace.
While hate exists with love, hate cannot be absolute.
Yousra Amatullah
If your tongue was able to speak in the colours of your eyes
Maybe then, I'd understand the strength of your soul
She keeps songs
locked away in boxes
like secrets.
She will take them out
like postcards
to help her remember
the feeling of
a different time,
a different person
by her side.
She likes the one
that makes her
eyes close
to see the lights.
She smiles at
the one that  
makes her stand
up on tiptoes,
the one that
helps her forget
she doesn’t know
what to do
with her hands.

The tune
will carry her.

Like it did
the times when
voices broke
like a heart.
When instruments’ strings
would snap
and hurt.
Innocence of a child
Like ****** raindrops
Falling from the sky...
When it's said and done
All closed doors creak
Darker than you believe

They're always here
Beneath the floor
Detached and fatigued

How are you today?
Tell me about yourself?
Why do you scream?

Because I plead
For an answer
A little comfort

To be seen
our lips will never meet
nor our fingers intertwine
and so bless my dreams
for indulging what's not mine
You stopped reminding me to make a wish while time stood still,
both expectantly and indifferently,
for the secret slumbering restlessly within my lungs.

Like four candles waiting to be put out,
or four matchsticks yearning to be lit,
for the longest time, ever-questioning;
“What is it that your heart longs for?”

You stopped reminding me to make my wishes
ever since our moments turned into days,
and it was then that I realized
what I’ve always wanted to say.

I’ve found something worth wishing for.

David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
m h John
i spent my life trying to please
someone with a twisted disease
i broke myself down
and tucked my feelings away
to become the person
they wanted me to be
i let myself be watched
through the glass of a two sided mirror
of a sociopath
i wallowed my spirit away
and begged for acceptance
but there’s nothing in the world
that i could do
to let the narcissist know
that i am human too
the only thing that can please a narcissist is being miserable
Sydney Rose
my one wish is
to find someone
who sees the world
as beautiful as i do
with their mouth
preaching poetic beauty
as i have once did
to all the boys
i have loved
Things wont be the same after this.
I know that they weren't for me.

It takes time for these things to heal,
and it leaves a nasty scar.

But it's a scar you wear with your family,
It's a scar that keeps you strong.

Know that the sadness is okay,
know that I am never far.
This one is for you. I hope you are doing okay... I really, really hope that you are holding on.
Only with words
They’ll strip my flesh
Until I’m bone

Sticks and stones
could not
break my bones
but words
helped me
reveal them
If you’re the one that’s so concerned about the world ending
Why are you trying so hard to bring it to it’s knees?
Sharmila Juliet
She is a poem of his heart
He never disclosed
In front of anyone.
Douglas Balmain
The bounding footfalls
of another sentience
echo through labyrinthine
hallways of consciousness
that never lead back
to a common room—
that central location
where one can sit and
saying knowingly,
"Ahh, here I am."
Andrew Rueter
Some people are born on third
and think they scored a triple

others are just happy to be single

I was born at home
and couldn't get on-base

I was caught looking
so I decided to take a walk
stealing to make it a double

but then I was forced out at third
because someone already lived there.

During this shutout
I look up at the scoreboard
which makes me want to score more

but the pitchers are warming up
and my destination is the dugout

praying for competent teammates
or extra innings
to carry me to another at-bat.
don’t be a stranger.

last night,
i reached out
to a few old friends,
forgotten family,
to make amends,
id gladly do it again;
it was nice
to push away my pride,
burn some bridges,
let go of grudges

hey stranger,
don’t be a stranger
smile like a friend
no point in constantly being angry, let go and vibe :) it’s nice out tonight and the air feels just right
I'll tell you things
I never tell 'cept
stranger in a bar
slam my fist into
fierce night for
stranger in a bar
Forget the priest
forget confession
I'll tell my sins
to a stranger in a bar
nothing left but my
forgiveness and a
dime a dance and
sleeping in the arms
of a stranger in a bar.
I want to hold the sky in my hands

forever in your eyes

you stopped counting at nineteen
now you're twenty

the earth is dying
so am I
You were born near the warm ocean,
grew up around there,
With your clear acrylic smile
and sun-kissed blonde hair

I, the winter cold
More north than I can remember,
We met that day you visited,
a brisk chill, that December

We drank and danced,
while the years passed over
Argued and grew apart,
our greatest fears, now sober

My memories of you, once treasured
Now, faded
as sun deprived lands complain,
Forever, jaded
l̸̨̨̟̤̥̱͆̇͋́̀̀͘͜ȩ̸̧̮̳̣̣̾͊̀͝s̵͕̈́́ş̵̢̠͓̩̈́͜ ̴̛͙̙̤̿̉w̸̰͕̜͔̼͑̆̑͘ö̸̧̟̗͚̘̠́̾r̷̺̮͉͐̓̈́̓̋̿̆͛͝d̷͔̅̏̆̊̚̕s̶̠̺͒́͒̌͊̋̐̂ͅͅ­̨͔͔̟̯̤,̵̛̼̹̖̙̰̍̍͒ͅ ̴͚͕͔͎̤̜͋
̴͓͋́͑̅͒̊m̵̭̈́̋́͊̄͘o̸̮̫͇͉̍͛̇̅͂͒̑̕r̵̳̹͚̺͚̂̆͝ë̶͇̗̺̬͍̖́́ͅ ̵̘̙̣͉̏̇̂̏͐͑͑ͅs̵̲͔͛͋̈́̾̉̊̏͛̓͆k̴̯̳̞̪͕͂̆̌̈́͘͝͠ͅì̸̧̢͈͖̖̠͉̖̫̐͗̃̏̿͑ͅn̴̘͋­͍̤̳͓̙̲͍͕,̷̲͈͆̈̈́̂̑̓ ̸̭̩̭̲͐̆͊̓̑͌͜
̸̡͍̬̺̬̜̙́̈́̈́͝m̸̛̥̳͛̃͝o̶͓̔̏͗͋̄͌̓͝r̸̯͉̤̣̠̗͚̜̬͂͜e̶̛̓̐̄͊̌­͇̩̯͔͓͕̹̝̼̃̈́ ̷͕̾s̴̨̮̰̠̦̞̖̬̤̪̅̏̿̾į̶͚͓̈̎̋̄̀͂̓̇͝l̸̡̹̯͑̓̐͊̈́͆́͌̚͝e̵͖̰͑̎̿͒̒͠͝n̸̛̑̋̚­̨̫̹͍́͝c̵̛̳̤̻̞̠̲͎̖̯̓̎͌͝ē̶͇̟̦͖,̸̧̘̦͔͔͚̙̼̳̤̿͂͘͘ ̶̻̘̼̞͗́̍͋͠͝͠
̵̙̜̀m̸̝͒͒͐́̔̉̎́͌ͅo̸͕̙͕̭̮̟̱̠̒̆͌͗͗͆̕̕r̷̹͎̈ẻ̶͇̜̮̦͒͌̊̾ ̶̖͍̪̩̪̥̺̾̏̐̿̈s̷̡̼̲̈́ͅͅi̷̗̇̃̀͌̓̉̃͝n̶͕̐̓͆́̄.̶̧̖͈̮̲̲̺̜̦̈̄͐̎̔̆͠͝ͅ
take me out.
They admire my strength, my bravery
And how well I carried it all
They said I made this far

I wish they knew that
Even after years,
I am still on day 1 of grief

The praise I get for being alive
Is a mockery for the pain I go through inside
I dance the dance of long forgotten flowers
Field of white marigolds
The beautiful sight makes me happy, makes me want to sing and glow.
I am the mary of my garden, sweet mary gold.
I will swirl in the the dance of lovers  up to heaven
Up in golden dress I’ll go.
To a place where all the light is
Where my lovers love will grow.
Flowers gate to lovers heaven
I am mary,
all the way I dissolve and go.
Leave golden sparkles behind me on my field of marigolds.

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.
Anna Banthedana
Θα ήθελα να ξαναμπώ μέσα στο στήθος σου να πάρω την αναπαυτική, αναπνευστική μου θέση
Ο γάτος σου που στην αρχή κάπως μαντιπαθουσε μετά πήδηξε στην αγκαλιά μου
Πρέπει να τον έδωσες κάποιο καιρό ύστερα από τότε
Από εκείνη την παλιά την θέση θα μοιραζόμουν μαζί σου την απώλεια της φυγής του
Θα μπορούσα να αντισταθμίσω τον κρότο που ξεκινούσε από την καρδιά σου και έφτανε μέχρι και την φωνή σου όταν σου θύμιζε κάτι τον παππού σου
Μακάρι να ήμουν το άτομο που θα δινες το κλειδί σου φεύγοντας από την πόλη σου
Να είχα άδεια να μπω στο χώρο σου και ας μην ήταν να κοιμηθώ μαζί σου
Τα καινούργια φυτά σου δεν θα πάρουν μάτι το κατάλευκο δέρμα μου να σηκώνεται ανατριχιασμένο μέσα στην νύχτα για να πάει στο μπάνιο
Μακάρι να μπορούσα να έρθω και να γεμίσω τα φρεσκοπλυμμένα σου σεντόνια με τον ιδρώτα μου και τα μαξιλάρια σου με σάλια
Σίγουρα θέλω να έρθεις να γεμίσεις τα δικα μου γιατί σε μυρίζω μόνο σε ξένες αρωματικές απομομιμίσεις
Νιώθω πως θα επιτεθώ όπου άλλου ξαναμυρίσω ένα από τα δικά σου αποσμητικα από το σουπερμάρκετ
Δεν έχω ιδέες για δωρα που θα σε ικανοποιούσαν πλέον
Όσο και αν προσπαθώ να αυτοσχεδιάσω
Δεν ξέρω πόσο συχνά μαγειρεύεις και αν αφήνεις τα πιάτα βρώμικα περισσότερο από όσο πρέπει
Μακάρι να σου έφτιαχνα κάτι να φάμε
Να σε περιποιούμουν όπως δεν είχα ποτέ
Να σου θύμιζα πως χρησιμοποιούσαμε λέξεις όπως το "περιποιούμαι" με άλλο τρόπο εσύ και εγώ
Τυπικά πολύ πιο προσωπικά, ποιοτικά
Ακομή και "τα τυπικά" τώρα τα κάνουμε τυπικότατα και άδιαφορα  
Ένα χαρτί μου μεινε να παίξω
Να πονέσω τον εαυτό μου επίτηδες
Για να τεστάρω την  αφοσίωση σου στην υπόσχεση
Πως θα έκανες τα πάντα για εμένα
Αλλά δεν θα το κάνω γιατί μου θυμίζω
Πως αν δεν ήμουν εγώ θα είχες αυτοκτονήσει είπες
Και ας έφυγες μετά
Αυτό με βάζει στην θέση μου
Στην τωρινή μου απομακρυσμένη θέση
Αυτήν θα έχω παντοτινά το ξέρω
Καθώς δεν θα μπορούσε κάποιο άτομο να ζητήσει κάτι περισσότερο
Απ' το να του αποδίδεις το ρολο της τεχνητής αναπνοής
που επαναφέρει
Δεν σου ζητάω άλλα πια
Πίεσα όλα τα κουμπιά
Εσύ πιέστηκες κανονικά
Γι'αυτο πάτα με κι εσύ σαν ένα χαλασμένο κουμπί
Πιέσε με μέχρι να αρχίσω να δυσλειτουργώ
Ας μην σου τα έλεγα τα όχι τόσο δυνατά στην τελική
Κι ας μην ακούσω ποτέ ξανά ναι
το αξίζω καλέ
i find that i write the best
just after a fight
just after i've cried
just after the tears have fallen

doesn't matter what story it is
happy, sad, mysterious
funny, tragic, ridiculous
i will always write it well

because any story i write
after a fight, after i've cried
is a story that gives me the most comfort
because any fiction

is better than this.
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
My Mind the prison.
My Heart and Soul prisoner.

The chains,
Anxiety and Depression.

My Body the canvas,
Mindful of my Oppression.
Deity Queen
"Though it was at my hands, it was your weight that suffocated me."
Hannah Richburg
I thought if I could swallow the stars
I’d be as beautiful as the evening sky
I tried one night    with fireflies
They burned my throat
Their legs striking at soft flesh
But my skin did not glow
No moon crawled from my eye sockets
I was left with corpses in my stomach
I soon learned I would only ever be
A cemetery
love was made for two,
but not us two tonight
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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
i’ve already lost five years of my life to this.

let’s not make it six
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