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 699° 
Julie Rogers
$12.83
And some change
That I’ve been waiting for
Shove it deep into my pocket
Next to letters scribbled
Un-alphabetically
On the back of a receipt
Letters destined for a screen
Hypocrisy
Two tacos and a tea
Cat food and Zoloft
All my favorite things
$11.29
Am I happy yet?
Am I happy yet?
Am I happy yet?
 545° 
Stephen James
gone are the days
of another love lost
what's now in my possession
came at a sacrificial cost

I denied myself
and took you in
you gave me a fresh start
a new place to begin

salvation was found
in the warmth of your smile
where each new breath
is a sense of revival

resurrection came
and gone are the days
of self-disdain
and another love lost
a poem
 480° 
Jack
Cautious creators,
Captivating with care,
Surviving safety,
But going nowhere.
 394° 
Theia
now
what happens
now
when
i don't love you
anymore?
 293° 
Viktoria
Somewhere
Somewhere between joy and frustration
Between reality and imagination
Between love and hate, day and night, black and white
That’s where we are
So close but so far
 284° 
Annika J
Waiting
Watching
Constantly reloading
Buzzing
Stirring
Mind's gears whirring
Music
Playing
Restlessness staying
No newness
No action
Not a single distraction
Just me
Waiting
Anticipating
Out of things to do
My patience is through
But boredom
Doesn't hurry
My mind's
Going blurry
UUGGHHHHH
 270° 
stephanie burrows
I am trying hard to fight
The darkness inside.
Because I can't keep feeling like this
Anymore it's killing me.
 263° 
Mr Bigglesworth
Never cry, Never cry,  bottle it all in.
If you die before you cry you win!
Emotions are horrid. Leave them in.
 240° 
Elizabeth
maybe someday we’ll meet again
but that’s for another life
maybe your songs won’t always be in my head
but that’s for another life
maybe I’ll call you at 3am and I’ll tell you the truth
but that’s for another life
and maybe one day it’ll finally be someone new
but that’s for another life too
so what’s a girl to do
except keep writing about you
all that’s for another life and for another me too
 240° 
Glumbugged
If hallow bones could make me fly I'd go so high,
I'd break the sky
But here I lie, upon my bed, staring so far inside my head,
wishing that I could just be dead,
hearing the things that I once said,
Rapidly falling into a sea, as black as coal and misery,
avoid me like I am the plague, I lack the energy to even beg.

I just want to go back in time, to give my mom a hug, in person and not in just in my mind.
 230° 
The Lone Rager
Being hated requires the hater's constant notice.
Indifference grants your existence not
the slightest acknowledgement.
In a fading love affair
which is kinder?
 176° 
esther fraser
i fell for you and you only watched.
 171° 
Dr Baljit Singh
The depth of the expression is more than the words; I kept stating write poem that way.
Her silence speaks; as I have seen somewhere
Some corridor
Some place to teach

It is a profession with the natural calibre
Walls get built
But not the meet
She did not say, but I read in her smile
As if it is the first love; waiting to meet

Dr Baljit Singh
Wednesday, 24th April 2019
 152° 
Nadia
One foot in front of the other days
Long, slow and ponderous
Grey with clouds that rest
Heavy on my heart
And drag along behind
 141° 
Anna
The music I blare in my ears is loud

So loud

It hurts and I want to turn it off

But the awaiting silence

Keeps me from it

The silence is so loud
 117° 
shatteredpoet
if i am the artist
you are a collage
of all the things
i love the most
 111° 
Lexilcon Condranax
Another page fades
Another face aged
Over and under, again and beyond
In time we wither, till we are gone
And unto the meadows, dead with a song
It shall not be long, until we are done.

"They all love, as they dig my grave
They find love, as they dig my grave
We find love, as they dig my grave
As they dig my grave away"

In time, even ashes dissapear.

April 23 2019
May your grave grow deeper still
Nobody, will be there to mourn us
Just the black screen, of game over
And never again, shall we be

all our life, memories, thoughts, dreams, actions
Erased for eternity, not even time will remember us
 110° 
johanna larson
i still call you, just to hear your voicemail.
i wish one day you would pick up the phone.
but at least i can still hear your voice



uncomfortable

i needed to call today
i dialed your number
and i knew there would be no answer
but today
all i heard was an automated voice message
now all i think about is what happened to you
this was a draft, but today the phone didn´t even ring
and i feel so lost
what happened to your phone
what happened to you
will i ever see you again
what am i supposed to do now
why do i still miss you
 109° 
Gina
I’m a hole, a giant void
Where I go, I erase the noise
I am blackness,  I am night
My hearts been eaten by blight
I am suffering, I am disease
I will bring you to your knees
I am destruction, I am pain
Follow me and you’ll never be the same
 106° 
ฝίιισಬ
There are six strings
on my guitar.
Although they are different,
bigger or smaller,
louder or timid,
I need them all
to create my melody.
 97° 
nsp
After months of sleeping next to you, today I woke up, rolled over to see your face, and was __.

a) in love
b) complete
c) nervous
d) alone
e) all of the above
 96° 
Lyn-Purcell


Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn


My head's still in the clouds! ^-^
I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview...
Lyn ***
 86° 
Prerna Padlikar
Free Palestine
   Free Tibet      
But first :        
    
Free yourself
 83° 
ashley
i owe myself
an apology
for who i used to be
and a promise
for what i will become
 83° 
Ophelia
Each year
We get a little older
Some might
"More mature"
"More grown"
"Bigger"
But that's not it
We celebrate so much now
This day seems normal
The biggest day of our lives
Our Birthdays
Seem normal
We party to much
and care too little
We celebrate
getting closer to death
almost meeting death
and finally
meeting death
So much celebration for one day
Today's my birthday so as I thought about the meaning of birthdays I came up with this, sorry its a bit sloppy but its a quick free write. Hope ya'll enjoy it!
 78° 
bk
If our souls met long before we did,
then they must have known
that we would fall apart
before we did.

B.K.
It just doesn't add up.
 77° 
Lawrence Hall
-President Macron

Your privacy is guaranteed
There’s nothing to see here, nothing
He died while trying to escape
Now, then, this might sting a little

Winning the hearts and minds of the people
A light at the end of the tunnel
Lose weight without diet or exercise
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Oh, sure, I’ll pay you back next week
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It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

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 77° 
Jeremy
I’m tired of all back and forth politics
It makes me sick
Like spring
When the pollen hits
Words get manipulated
Bend like contortionist
How unfortunate
That we speak the same language
But entirely different dialects
This is not a test
And if it was
The answer wouldn’t be no or yes
Fill in the blanks
To what you think is best
No wrong answer
So you try to guess
No wrong answer
But your Incorrect
 76° 
Grace Spellman
hey you
we haven't really talked
in a while
which is funny because
i've memorized every inch of your profile
the softness of your deep eyes
that you hate so much
that i sometimes hate too
lately i just feel so far away from you
pull and tug
tug and pull
why won't you just let me
make your heart full?

on and off as we are, you're the only one i'll ever want. ****** loyal for you bby.
 72° 
Esmé
Gravity
Bringing me back down to earth.
Gravity
Knows that love makes you float.
Gravity
Says “no, not this time.”
 71° 
143
I don’t know if I lost my way to you or if you just decided to shut me out.
But I promise I’ll find the map back to you.
Because you’re one person I never want to lose.
if you think it’s about you i promise it’s not
 69° 
michael cera
my mind takes me,
like water in current,
so i grip your name,
to my soul, I will stir it.
lost to thoughts like maybe:
maybe large as a lake,
sometimes spread like the sea,
but your heart is my buoy,
and i call you, my baby.
 69° 
HearseTraffic
An endless stream of self-eulogies
crashing onto tile,
like bones conceding to concrete.
The whistle of terminal velocity
harmonizing to a death rattle,
a melody for tired ears.
 67° 
md-writer
We're dancing on a
knife's edge,
you and I.
You know it - I can see
the sparkle in your eye.

But do we care? I suppose
there's somewhere deep
down in
where mind sits at its desk
and all the glaring danger signs
flash red.
But on the surface, there's a
bit of gold in knowing
where we stand
for now,
and being free to dance the line
with comfort in your friendship yet
excited
all the same.

We know where we stand:
it's not together,
so we're free to tap the
dance floor lightly
and
smile into the night,
because our words are sparring
in -
well, let's say they
might have crossed the line.

But just our words.
We two?
We're standing side by side
(this side of the line)
and laughing at them,
pointing out the silliness
yet somehow still content
to stay and watch them
anyway
for lingered moments that speak
more deeply
than the words themselves could ever do.
 64° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
Feet on the ground
Head in the clouds

Eyes always glazed
Knuckles grazed

Back hunched
Head slumped

Rough and calloused
And full of malice

But really just a broken boy
 60° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 59° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 56° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 53° 
Celaena
Its called soul searching
But cant find it somewhere
I could feel my heartbeat tho
 52° 
sofie
their wings were ready
and i know you were not
but remember they've built a home
right within your burning heart
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