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Captain Trips
Like the light on the moonnn

Lovely little words
Spoken too soon

I loved you
You loved me too

Like the sun at noon
I wish I didn't existΒ Β 
All I ever do is cause trouble and distress
Everything bad that ever happens is because of me
So let me end it and show the world
That laiba is the worst person in the world
Goodbye and good luck
Our magnum opus
Love shared with you, God's best art
Heaven's lone Monet
Jordon Rivir
I want to be pretty,
I want to be thin,
I wish I was popular,
With all the friends.

Who am I kidding,
I must be joking,
I can name all the continents,
I’d gladly identify all the oceans.

I’m not saying
I’d never say it
I can’t say
The cool kids aren’t smart.

I’m just not interested,
I don’t like crowds,
I can’t follow instructions,
I’m not too proud.

To say the least,
To say to the most,
I’m proud to be strange,
To odd to quote.

You’ll never see another me,
Nope you’ll never meet another,
If there is someone like me,
Send them my way,
This lonely bird has no flock,
Not a single feather.
Best friends are great, if you have a great one, love them, hold them, and cherish them. Happy birthday Denise, I’ll forever love you and hold the time we shared deep in my heart.
Kashish Lahrani
I never believed in happy endings
Because they never really seemed to exist
Not until I met you
Not until you made me believe, and I couldn’t resist
Resist you and me. We were so impossible
Never did I know, I’d love you with all my heart
And you’d love me too, for who I am
But now that we do, I can delightedly say that you are my life and not just a part.
Amara Alma
For once I’m content
My soul knows no trouble
Don’t have to pretend
No more of the struggleΒ Β 

Through all the observed, absorbed and accepted
Through all the untold, hurtful, deceptive
With each soul that I met
And through every heartbreak
Was built my true self

And so peace descended into my soul
And so I learnt acceptance is above all
Tormented spirit was set to be free
I’m celebrating the birth of new me.
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
but will
give you
all of

Ryan O'Leary


Wear a mask.
Thats all I could do
Just to take a step back
And run away without looking back

I kept on running away
Just to realise
That I was running in circle

I kept running
Over the same places
You can't run away from the situation. You just gotta think and not run.
I realise I shouldn't run away but face it.
Ashly Kocher
Twisted tales
Unraveled truth
Braided memories
Hearts bruised
Winding roads
Crossed paths
Left or right
No turning back...
Carlo C Gomez

This, a final offering,
before the clipping of wings.
A love like blood,
oh anathema.
A grey declined to black,
oh herem.

It means salvation
knelt with darkness.


So it be!
So it be!
So it be!

Ring the bell,
close the book,
blow out the candle.

Douse the sacred sun
and find belief caught in fishermen's nets.


In silence of angels,
climbing broken ladders,
no ascent, no longer.

Salvation has
knelt with darkness.
πŸ’–I love himπŸ’–
πŸ’–Not due to his faceπŸ’–
πŸ’–He taught me to loveπŸ’–
And one day i fell in love
πŸ’–with himπŸ’–
πŸ’–I love himπŸ’–
πŸ’–Not due to his faceπŸ’–
πŸ’–He taught me to loveπŸ’–
And one day i fell in love
πŸ’–with himπŸ’–
Thank you my dear sis..This is not my art
This is done by my sister Nidhi Jaiswal,
she write her draft ..but she felt..not good to post it..when i open her hello poetry i steal it..and i post it on my profile..
Sorry Nidhi...
If the seasons are made to change,
then my love is made to stay through it all.
self hated is like a seed
that has been planted that grows  
very slowly
without even realizing
you have watered
and let this tree grow
it towers over you into darkness
From the saddest part of my heart,
I try to re-rewrite the saddest words.
But does it makes your soul quiver?
Does it sting on your neutral spine?
Like the way, I bleed through the quill.

If it can do none,
After I write like tears in the night.
Then maybe I am just a writer in vain.
And it's not worth it to call it,
The saddest of all the poems.
Blow holes in convention
make art that disturbs the status quo
Dylan McFadden
Better a small spark of flame
From hot coals and ash
Than a great bolt of light
That goes out with a flash
A Corkett
Men make the world,
Man create society
Women, mould the men.
But you control him
I watch and I stare and you continue
No matter how hard I tried
You always find a way to hurt the people I love and cherish the most
You preyed on the vulnerable

You did say he was  gullible  
And so you dragged him around like a living puppet
You could feed him to lions
and he wouldn’t mind
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
Follow my writings on instagram @_spread _u_r_wings
do not cross the ocean,
never sail the seven seas
if you want to never
want to see lands again like these

if you do decide to go
to step onto a boat
don't say i didn't warn you
that you'll always be afloat

don't say i didn't warn you,
don't say i didn't care
if you do become a pirate
it's not my fault, i swear.
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
Nestling your heart within your heart
For the two are separate
The heart you offer
The heart you reach out with
The heart you give

And the heart that is yours
The heart that breathes aloneness
The heart that lives alone
The heart that needs nothing
But you…
It started with an RD
Reveal device
Then it went to a P
But it keeps you alive
My dear
To lose you
Is my only fear
I need you another year
More I do implore
So keep that heart beating
And stay with me for sure!
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
good luck to you, my friend
their words are more wounding than their
fists will ever be
I want to paint in the sky,
but I am afraid that I will ruin the tranquil beauty of blue.
Somedays, I’ll be dancing in my living room to The Cure,
and suddenly, my chest will collapse in on itself, a demolition of all the memories of  the year I shared with you.  I was the city putting out the notice, this old building with a weak foundation needed to come down.
And I cry.
And suddenly , I fee stupid, I’m crying alone with a glass of wine while Just Like Heaven is playing. It wasn’t even our song.
It’s time to rebuild.
The city is under development,
Alexa, replay Just Like Heaven by The Cure.
Chris Saitta
These clouds of Italy are grown on vines,
Infidels of skies, fruit bearers of wine-veined
Marble, fertile in spite of its own lifeless tableau,
Here thrives the succulent garden of the alone,
Where turns aside the burnt nape of the plowman,
Voyager of the cool midnight seas of the mind,
Up to this arable vine of sighs from outworn gods,
And hears his heart once more give up its throne.
and we
won't just
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                                   and my
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
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’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
Why I try so hard,
when it never works out.
It always catches me off guard,
when it never works out.
I just cant disregard,
when it never works out.
I get so frail and scared,
when it never works out.
Throw me in a graveyard,
when it never works out.
Burned and charred,
when it never works out.

So whats the point in trying....
Seriously tho
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
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.
π—Œπ—π–Ύ'π—Œ 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖾,
π—Œπ—ˆ π–Ώπ—…π–Ίπ—†π–»π—ˆπ—’π–Ίπ—‡π—
𝖺 π—‡π–Ύπ—ˆπ—‡ π—‹π–Ίπ—‚π—‡π–»π—ˆπ—,
π—Œπ—π–Ύ π—π–Ίπ—Œ
𝖻𝖺𝖻𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒
𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗅𝖾𝖾
𝖺 π—‹π—‚π—ˆπ— π—ˆπ–Ώ π–Όπ—ˆπ—…π—ˆπ—Žπ—‹π—Œ
hey rosy cheeks,
miss being youπŸ₯Ί
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
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.
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
β€œI’m tired,”
β€œI’m a failure,”
β€œI’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.
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
Hugo Pierce
I hate the good days
I have no reason to feel
As bad as I do
At least on the bad days, I have an excuse.
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