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 554° 
Justin Racine
As I walk I stumble
But stumbling never hurt anybody
I don't fall
I don't waver
But sometimes I stumble like everyone else
Keep walking
Keep stumbling
And eventually balance will be found
 276° 
Gabriel Girault
Drip Drop, Drip Drop.
The rain patters in the distance.
Crash.
A loud noise heard in the distance.
Creek, Creek.
The sounds of old wooden boards.
All this in a lost forest.
The forest gone within minutes.
The image of a human.
Drip Drop, Drip Drop.
Their tears shatter on the floor.
Crash.
A picture thrown upon the floor.
Creak, Creak.
A parent at the door, of the sorrowful.
 273° 
Rupert Pip
You catch life
one tear at a time
to one day
fill an ocean.
I heard you liked short poems, so here's one for you.
 266° 
A
I'm packing all my dreams and fantasies together with my summer dresses and my bare feet. I make sure to fill my heart and bag up with so much joy that I definitely will be disappointed when I don't find you this summer either.
 230° 
DBE
A man in a hat
down this road I'll traverse
I'll look both ways in search of you.
I'll keep looking and lose the road.
Oh Liberty, Oh Freedom.
Where have you gone?
Where will you be?
Who have you become.
I'll lose myself looking for your light in the dark land.

-DBE
 182° 
luna imagery
"boy"
Once there was a boy
Who stood in front the mirror
For so long he drowned
He was gasping for air but
No one saw him but himself
I have shattered love
every time is was close enough
to touch

my heart, rented out to anyone
who could fill it

just for a second

just for a minute to not  
feel the emptiness

that lingers in the pit of my stomach

like the last leave of Autumn,
clings desperately to the branch
of a bare tree

but love left no time to linger

it ran like water
between my fingers

until the puddle of heartbreak
was deep enough to drown in
 144° 
Nicole
Let's get lost in the wild
With butterflies and fireflies,
Escape this mundane society,
To Join flowers and obscurity.
Leave this monotonus life and join colourful wild dreams.
 138° 
Jake Lukasz Taylor
and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
 95° 
Goats Head
One is hidden
The others are fine
Some of them are yours
And some of them are mine
But no  they all together  now
And that then usually means fire
 95° 
CB
“I’m not hungry, I’m not full. I’ve starved myself of you for so long, I dont want to even begin to imagine what you taste like.”
 90° 
Kimiko
Hug
All I wanted was a Hug

A kind of touch that doesn't need words
nor does it need to know
Just ask me the right questions
and it will all pour down
like and endless waterfall of pain and regret
from the depth of my soul
that no one could understood
not even I
so what's the point of asking if

All I wanted was a Hug
If we're sad, don't be quick to say "cheer up" because empty words doesn't help us
I fell in love with candlelight-
in my darkness, she shone so bright.
She danced the breeze, lit up the night,
her glow consumed my very sight.

But wax and wick both burn away,
and candlelight just cannot stay.
As sure as night turns into day,
that fickle flame will go astray.

But for a moment, through the storm,
she lit my world, she kept me warm,
then flickered out, as is the norm
for candlelight, its fleeting form.

I fell in love with candlelight,
for but a moment, all was right.
Her glow, her dance, consumed my sight,
and faded out at end of night.
 73° 
Kashish Lahrani
Bleeding in pain from the inside
Scintillating in bliss from the outside
What weird way of living this is?
When will I come out of this abyss?
 
Come out and stare back into it
By being authentic and not a hypocrite.
When will I step out of delusions of deity?
Love thyself, and not abide by crippling anxiety.
 68° 
VibeActivist
Topic - Like an idiot

like thoughts
i can't seem to get you out of my head and heart

like a minion
i stood beside you doing all your biddings

like a tree
i sprouted branches to connect with every part of your heart

like a parasite
i grew because i constantly depend on you

like dreams
i was a mere servant and you were my queen

like an idiot
i could tell she felt nothing.
 67° 
blackbiird

Even a tortured soul
needs a place to cry.
I’m so glad
That you’re my
place.

 63° 
Giovanna
An Invisible permanent scar,
will hitch my wagon to the star.
Some say no time to heal
I say I won't let it make me it's meal.
Some say you need a little brightness.
I say some things are better timeless.
Don't hold on to your past. Also don't forget it completely. Use it as a fuel to launch yourself to better things in life
 61° 
Bree
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
 56° 
Prevost
She loved onions
I would mix them
with the grass salad
I picked for her in the early spring
Then
Laying under a sky
So deep and so blue
It soothed the aching soul
It was too vast to have borders
She blanketed existence
Tierra and all
her servants
Under the kingdom of the gods
We were more sky
Than earth
Lifted above the dirt and din
Given purity sanctum entwined
We exposed our souls
To each other
And when I tasted her
She bled
The sacred taste of onions....
 50° 
Emily
Thinking about getting a tattoo
But, I take pause...
Looking in the mirror
I see my body’s already covered
Marked in invisible ink
Every inch of my bare skin
Painted with the joy and pain of living
From my heart to my hips
Color faded here, but poppin’ over there
Memories designed by your hands
Others etched on my own
A collection that makes me smile
Among a few pieces I regret
So, about getting a tattoo...
I guess I’m not ready
Because I can’t think of a tattoo
Meaningful enough, yet
To write over any of the life I’ve lived
 47° 
Matthew Thompson
Do I own a cat,
the partial answer is yes,
but the long explanation is best.


To begin with, you must feed him
every day three times or face
the consequences of an angry feline.


You have to leave a window open
in the winter time, change his box
every few days. Can't type if
he's in the mood for lap sitting.


The sad ending, is the truth is
the cat owns me. I'm just slave-labor
for his personal uses, he's a little
******, a little too rich. I'm his
butler, his cleaning lady,
and his sous chef.
 46° 
Carlo C Gomez
To thine own naked lunch be true.

Nonetheless,
she knows where from the prolonged gaze
resides.

She knows it's as central to life
as a breath of newborn air.

Yet, she confronts it,
she queries it.

Why must love
Be thunder and hunt?

Why can't it stretch it's limbs out,
languid in the diffused light?

Like morning awakening
to bluebell carpets in soft spring,

Where the revealed flesh can
unfadingly upon float.

When will it learn to sit with her,
quietly, and partake
of such nakedness together...?
Inspired by the renowned painting by Édouard Manet (c. 1862-1863)
 43° 
S
is anyone else scared that the kind of love they want does not exist and is unattainable? i think about it all the time
 42° 
Shamai
The words come forward
Like a never ending stream
Of flowing
Water jewels
That take on the hue
Of sparkling gems
That want to find a home
In the pupils
Of my mind
 42° 
muna
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
 37° 
Ugo Victor
It's taken me years
Of writing and reading,
Living,
Giving and receiving,
Love
To realise;
Love is simple
It's humans
That are complicated
 36° 
Eleo C Nora
it spits
as i lean
over my
balcony
and
count
golden
leaves on
the wet
road -
fall begins
too soon.
 35° 
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
 34° 
HaleyBoo
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do?

It wasn’t letting you go.

That was difficult though, to swallow my pride and wear a smile to hide the fact I’m not okay.

Oh no, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? Was finally admit to myself the truth.

It was admitting that you were never mine to begin with.
 31° 
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.
 31° 
Raeema
A question poppedwithin myself,
Why are people so good to me?
The answer came as a toss,
Maybe it is because i am good,
Oh no!
maybe it is because they are good.
 30° 
Sushant
I want to feel that warmth again, but it's hard
to admit that it was you.
I try not to feel anything but numbness is a
feeling too.
How nice it is to admire one
With a tone of mystery!
 29° 
Maria Etre
If I see it
then it is

If I hear it
then it is

If I taste it
then it is

If I read it
then it's
a different
story
If I see what you see, and they see it too, that doesn't mean I am crazy!
When I awoke, your taste lingered on my lips,
Your touch left tattoos all over my skin.
If only I could see your carnage, to revel in it!
I fantasize about your fingers tracing my skin
And your lips burning a scar onto my *******.
Why are fantasies intangible and temporary?
 28° 
bugsy
so the days slipped by, each one so alike I barely noticed the months past.
 28° 
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
 27° 
Nidhi Jaiswal
Life spent with someone,
For a lifetime may be meaningless,
But a few moment spent with,
Someone who really loves you,
Means that more than life itself!!!!

🦋🦋🦋
Real meaning of life...🦋🦋🦋
Thanks for reading.
nidhi jaiswal.
 27° 
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 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.
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