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 1383° 
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
 620° 
Julia Rose
I crave death quietly;
a cotton blanket caressing me;
this life is one not meant to  
be.

Death, I would not seek you out,
but if you asked me for a dance,
I would.
Because I know without a doubt
Death would be another chance.
 136° 
Laiba
Feel like crap
Goodbye.
This is not the end
But the start to
The new image of feeling crap
 135° 
Jeremy Stacy
Your hips you throw to the tempo
Island special coco loco with some mango
dancing away into the night you shimmy while we tango

I spin you and you tiptoe across a rainbow
A 1-2 combo is where I plateau but you speed up like espresso, paint the dance floor like Van Gogh, just say the word and let’s go
A poem about dancing
 133° 
Deadwood Jawn
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He wasn't. Thanks for understanding, Lydia.. Lydia is angry.. Someone's hurt him..
This is Lydia speaking.
 130° 
Jennifer Ale
You tried to hide me
in the depths of your shadow
yet I play in the corner of your mind...
You tried to lose me
in the soulless black of your eyes
but you should know I am one of a kind.

You tried to leave me
in the neverending night of your dreams...
but in the endless void of your soul
I am the ghost that silences your screams.

You tried to forget me
when I created your sunken place...
my portrait will grace you with death
my brush - the author of your fate.

You tried to push me
to the cliff at the edge of your mind - yet I stand
you try to call to the crashing waves
but it is your life I command.

Must I announce my presence?
Will I taunt you ... perhaps I will laugh?
For I am Darkness
Your better half.

Jennifer Alé
 102° 
100 Proof Poetry
she drew and fired  from her heart
but my ears never heard the sound
her aim was true, now i am too
mortally wounded with her love
 92° 
Jenn
he's nice
and so is he
but why don't i
feel anything?
where are the butterflies
and love notes?
 78° 
Augað
(we laugh by design it seems)

screaming fits of giggles redeems
a brash flock of patty-caked penguins
walking arm in arm into gold-set

now back to previous figure eight
swimming in circles
beneath one fate which says go

then turns back down a narrow ellipse
dancing around the bend
in pious environments

of milk and of blood
these contents which wonder
was it only dreamt dust?

for the meaning of mass?
or was it love that had made
our eyes open at last?
 67° 
c a r o l i n e
but it was difficult to watch
you
love some-one else
watch you leave just to tell
me
and not to my face
that you lost interest
and had none to gain

but it was easy to find
myself
watch me lead my life to tell
yourself
and to the mirror
you quit my embrace
and to witness
your error
sweetheart
don't wander too far
it's okay to fall
in to my open arms
i won't let you slip
i promise you that
i'll keep you afloat
i'll hold the waters back
i want you to fly
your eyes are reason to me
let me uplift you
we could both be free
 63° 
Aubry
Its not supposed to be this hard
right?
I'm not supposed to wonder day to day if i'll be ok
right?
I look back at pictures of the people I had to leave behind
they still remember me like I remember them
right?
Im not the only who feels like they have to move on
right?
But you see I cant help thinking they dont remember me
I know i'm not ok
I am trying...
 60° 
E
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
 58° 
Amanda
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Life may be hard
But at least I have you
You make me smile
When skies are grey
The moment we touch
Problems fade away
No matter what you’ll always be
The best thing I’ve ever known
I can’t promise to make it all better
But you won’t have to face it alone
For the one that I love and care for so deeply <3
 57° 
Cate
and if it was all
just a dream

     that could be true
     but in each heartbeat
     I still feel you
 57° 
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
 54° 
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!
 40° 
Níla
I'll stay and mend the world for you
And take care of the pain if you want me to

I'll fill the cracks with your favourite words
And keep you in shape when the world is not

I'll provide you with laughter when you're running low on joy
And advice on the heavy days
 39° 
Palak Datta
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   I   '   m
  n   o   t
   f u s e d ;
  M a y  b e
   a    l   i   t   t   l  e
   c   o   n   f   u   s  e  d  .
  I ' ve    s  t  i  l  l    g  o  t
  a    l  o  t   o f   f  i  g  h  t
  l   e   f   t     i    n    m   e ;
  I ' ve    s  t  i  l  l    g  o  t
a   l o  t   o f   l i g h t
   l   e   f   t     i    n
    m  e . . . . .
Edison did not just invent the bulb;
He created a bright future by not giving up.

Last night I thought I would never get up. But here I am today.
Its not falling that scares me; What scares me is never wanting to get up again!
 39° 
misha
sunny daffodil blooms
are still months away,
maybe that's a good thing
if you know what they say.

you can't swallow poison
if there's nothing to eat,
you can't be a victim
if you retreat.

you can't see the cracks
in the mirror that spread
if you stay locked up
within your own head.
 38° 
erica lynn
before i woke up
i believed it was real
that someone out there
could understand how i feel

but she disappeared
in the blink of an eye
sunlight shining through my windows
made her say goodbye.
also from a little while ago
 36° 
Suraj singh
वो बहती हवा है
वो बहती रही हमेशासे
मै ठहरा राहु सिधासा

वो बहती हवा है
वो कहती मुझिसे
ना देखू खुदको धीमासा

वो बहती हवा है
वो कहती मुझसे
तू साथ रहना हमेशा

ये रात अभी तो हैना
तुझी को सबकुछ कहना
तू धीमे धीमे बेहना
 36° 
tainted black
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
 35° 
PM
I'm losing my last grasp
on what we come to know
as a reality for so many years
and with that, I let go and fall,
fall to all the unknown, a void
to a road not paved, a future
full of unknown and I can't
help but smile at the ideas
of endless possibilities.
 32° 
CAL
how much do i have to fight
just to make it out of here alive
why does everthing have to be a battle with you
 30° 
JL Smith
It's been said,
If you love something
Let it go

So you did
And I'm free,

But I'll return
Knowing

You love me

© JL Smith
 28° 
Wanderer
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops
I LOVE YOU

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
 28° 
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
 24° 
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° 
Diana Santiago
Your waters are slowly drowning me
The waves of your unrequitedness dragging me below
This ocean so indifferent and cold
My gasps for air fall deaf on your salty waters

Your currents tossing me around like a rag doll
Gurgling cries emanating from my lungs
A Godly barge frantically tossing a life saver
My attempts are no match for your choppy seas

Fight I will with all my might
To survive, to live and to thrive
Victorious, I will reign above the drenching flow
Of your dark emotionless undertow
 24° 
Dresden
I'm not stable enough for love
I'm not kind enough for love
I'm not worthy enough for love
I'm not ready for love
Lord please save me
I don't feel human
I don't have strength
I don't belong
I don't want to live
I'm nothing but depressed
A lost case
A piece of work
A damaged ex
Will I ever turn my life around?
And see the world differently?
Like it's meant to be
Like I have a destiny
Like anyone wants me
To be here
 24° 
Luiz
some                   I
     say                     call
           it's                   It        
                poetry.          oxygen.


I write, therefore I am.
 23° 
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.
 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° 
mydesirelines
my restraint, may seem like an impregnable enemy line
but when your love blooms and wind sniffs the wound of your heart,
let the fragrance sneak in and cut me like an elvish sword.
dedicated to Birth of Venus.
 23° 
Ell
I want to feel the breaking of my own skin. the resist of the blade on my upper thigh.
god, I am worthless.
the only thing that makes me feel as good as you do is the trickle of blood down my legs.
how quirky.
I can't even describe myself.
I am becoming my father. addiction will always be a top priority.

"I promise, I promise"
and to think, I would never break one.

I am everything I am trying to run away from.
 22° 
Zelyn
Because
if I were
to believe
in forever
then
I will be
forever
alone.
 22° 
Brett
If our love was a flower
Would it be wilted and dead?

If our love was a flower
Could morning rains breath life again?

If our love was a flower
I am the bee
Giving you what you want
Taking what I need

If our love was a flower
What color would you see?
I would see you
As beautiful as could be

If our love was flower
Would we be picked for a vase?
Or would we grow wild like the meadows on the plains?

If our love was a flower
I would water you right

If our love was a flower
You would be by my windowsill at night
So that at mornings birth you could be kissed by my sunlight
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