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 1520° 
Pepper Dove
When hopes and dreams
Are soon to come
I rise to face
The morning sun
Just when you think you will soon fall asleep, the sun decides to come out.
 271° 
FS-30
In the beginning it was magic,
With that came deceit.
Then the mask came off
And finally, you were seen.
 166° 
C Conner
Standing
Motionless on a stone.
Where else
To feel the sun above
The reflecting water.

One can feel out of place
In nature so warm.
Even one ant diligently working
In a five gallon drum must
Recognize seclusion.
 156° 
Chels
You are my pain killer
I've enjoyed every moment
Intoxicated by your effect
Now, I'm suffering.
 108° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
 103° 
Satan Dark
The same blood courses through our veins
We can both feel pain and love
We mourn
We laugh
We pray
We believe
We can be slayed by a blade
Aren't we all the just the same?
 80° 
Ashly Kocher
One sip turns into multiple drinks
Time has past, I don’t know when this happened last
Drowning in the bottle
Down to the last drop
I don’t even know if I can stop
It takes away the stress but yet causes a mess
One bottle
Two bottles
T H R E E   BO    TT    LE S
ITS A  B  L  U  R
I can’t even talk
All I do is slur
Is this me or a monster inside
Like the worm in the tequila bottle
Dying inside
Drowning inside
This bottle(s) of my tears
Numbing the pain of my fears
I can’t control or so I say
Drinking
A
W
A
Y
My days...
 63° 
Angel
“....you’ll still be around in the earth, the wind & the stars.”
A blip from my journal
 58° 
Bethany M P
The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry
 50° 
Erin Riley
You asked why
it’s so hard
for me
to speak up
for myself.

I looked
into your eyes,
took a breath
that swallowed
you whole.

Inside is a girl
asking questions
and looking
for answers
her smile
would never
talk about.
He
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t

Fly

So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

Die
In the twisted interprets I make
In the tiny fights I create
In the romantic look I give
In the emotional words I speak
In the angry faces I pretend...
There's only my love for you
That flows from the deepest of my heart....
In different forms!!
 39° 
Peter Balkus
I'm a poet,
I have nothing
except words.

I'm a poet,
I don't care about
the world.

Take your money,
take your cars
take your pearls.

I'm a poet,
I don't care about
the world.

Well, yeah, sometimes
I wish I was
someone else.

But I'm a poet,
poets can't escape
their Fate.
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 37° 
Vee
Why do you
always
let me hear
your melody
If you never
let me read
the lyrics?
Why do you
always
come to me
If you never
stay?
I want to swim
but you keep me
floating
upon the surface.
 35° 
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
 33° 
Tabbitha Erceg
I told him,
sometimes you look at me like you hate me.
Maybe I do
He said.
Not taking a moment to breath in between his thoughts.
Sometimes you look at yourself like that too
He said.
Maybe I do
I said.
--
Maybe I do.
 33° 
Bek
(HAIKU)




Rumbling, release
Grief falls down atmospheres check  
Warm, Yellow Sterling
For my son, Sterling  
Yellow reminds me of you
I’m sorry you’ve had to experience
Grief that was not meant to be yours.
 30° 
Initial J
Objects in mirror
May be closer then they appear
So I don't look back
Because the past
Does not lead the pack
Careful backing up people
 30° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 29° 
potery thought
Need postcards with your poems,
and you can keep the chocolate for yourself.
I just want to read books and live in silence
once.
 28° 
Abby
Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.
 28° 
Delton Peele
The thought that selfied
 27° 
Arek
Sometimes I'll write a poem here
and think it's my best ever
but then the very next day, oh dear
it's in the trash forever
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
 26° 
Ariana Solo
I wish you wrote me letters

I wish you wrote me poems

Instead of staring at the screens

Instead of texting on the phones
 25° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 25° 
REY
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 like *******.
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.
 24° 
Typewriter1
The best if the best fake smiles
She met be smiling but don’t be fooled,
She may seem happy but don’t be misled,
She only cried when no ones around she leaves words unsaid.
 24° 
annh
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“Struck is the hour from its ivory tower,
At sixes and sevens, the stars in their heavens,

As minute hands dance at twilight's advance,
To the cadence of time, the archangel’s chime;

Listen closely for me at a quarter to thee,
‘Twixt the tick and the tock of grandpapa’s clock,

Unquicken thine pace, for run is the race,
Hear the pendulum lock, ziccoty, diccoty, dock.

‘There was a sudden stillness like the gap between ticks on a clock, but the next tick never coming.’
- Sadie Jones, The Outcast

We are all but
Images
In the eyes of others
perceived
In one’s own
believed
The truth
The lies
Dire
Premise
Fire and ice
Sugar and spice
Ingredients to life
Diluted
Created
Distilled
Images
 24° 
Kat
Sometimes I think
Over the past few years
If I had not gone through what I did
I could have been creating my perfect life
But then I think
I would have had no chance at that perfect life
If I had not gone through what I did
I don’t believe that everything happens for a reason, but I do believe that I can make meaning out of everything that happens, and that belief has been so important in helping me deal with physical and mental pain.
 23° 
the dirty poet
i look death in the eye
and say "give me a cough"
 23° 
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.
 23° 
Jacob Lyons
I wrote a note with your name mentioned
But deleted every word within a second
The feeling is long and drawn out
But it’s nothing aside the bigger picture
And much like a small city on this planet
It’s only feels larger when inside of it
I quite like this one
 23° 
Jada
I'm falling for you  

Wonder when I'll hit the ground  

Or if we can fly
 22° 
Carlo C Gomez
From top
to bottom

I find this
underneath the ice:

The Earth
is bi-polar
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