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 462° 
Raj Bhandari
There are many people,walking
around,
what kinda city,no one is talking
around !!
 376° 
Anais
i feel numb,
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                                                            b­ i n, w r a p p i n g  p l a s t i c  
                                                            b­ a g s   i n  a  b o w, 
                                                            c­ o n c e a l i n g  t h e  u g l y  
                                                            w­ i t h  a n  e m p t y  s e a s h e l l,  
                                                            c h a n g i n g   t h e i r  l e n s e s 
                                                            f o r  d i s t o r t e d  g l a s s e s,
                                                            r o s e - c o l o u r e d  f o r  
                                                            s­ o c i e t y,    f e i n i g n i n g  
                                                            h­ a p p i n e s s  f o r  m i s e r y,
                                                            c l o s i n g  w a s t e  b i n s  f o r
                                                         f a m i l y,  s e a l i n g  t r a s h c h u t s
                                                          f o r  m y  a c t, b o l t i n g  d o o r s
                                                         f o r  m y  s a n i t y, w a s t i n g  
                                                           a  w  a  y  f o r  t h a t  v o i c e,   t
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                                                           c o w a r d i c e        
                                                       ­    i  f e e l  n u m b
I dream big, I stumble and Fall!
I think big, I hustle and fail!
Take your case on another level, do you pray?
Every day is an opportunity to humble yourself and pray.
Lord Knows, Humble yourself and pray, no time to waste;
No time to think bad, dream big, praise him, no time to waste.
Lord knows, this is the God of day one, what an experienced man.
Beware of these people with their herbs, trust the many calendars man.

No side deal with the devil (indeed!), humble yourself and pray.
I’m talking to you as a prophet, success without prayer;
Is nothing before the eyes of the lord, humble yourself and pray
Any success must grow your spiritual life, do you hear me
Lord Knows (indeed!), Thanks God for seeing another day!
He is a great God, He thinks big, humble yourself and praise him.

Written By: The Senior 06/12/2019
-The Difference
 273° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
I still have it in me.
I still have the urge.
This rage I'm feeling.
Its me resisting to fight.

The gods know it.
The demons feel it.
The angels fear it.
I can't fight it.

The power to fight for you,
Would he greater then the Heathen Army itself.
But where's my chance?
Who can I fight?

The ravens scourge the battle field.
In search of the Goddess.
Trying to find that pretty sparrow.
Ears open to the sirens song.

But all they could find is a blinded Medusa.
Snakes can bite,
But she can turn no one to stone.
Medusa refuses to fight, unless its for you.
In the gathering,
Heard more people talk about love
That claims and owns    
Than peace.
Lost in those words was their world
That could move faith and loyalty
To shape their beliefs,
Found future lines,
Seek permanence
That peace gives.
 174° 
Kymie
I wander through the dark mist of a place that no one else can see.
Each breath I take is my own; a tonic to the poison that is reality.
I shut off my ears and drift in the waters of my sadness.
The ache in my heart is the sextant that guides my journey.
This is a map of loneliness and I am the cartographer; forever designing worlds that no one else can enter;
Yet each night I cry myself to sleep wishing that someone would break through the veil that imprisons me here.

05DEC2019
 160° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 152° 
Sea
New
New
Like the dawn
The glorious sunrise
Pinkish hues awash with silent beiges
And the sun
Is a fiery orb
Coloring life into every living thing

I feel the new
With my breath
In and out
And I think of the ocean
The powerful ocean
I can feel it within my heart,
The waves rumbling through my veins

I can see the new
In not so distant visions
Of a future full of growth
I’ve healed so much
And yet there’s more
More of the new
I open my doors
Let it all in
All the gloriously soothing beauty
Of life’s simplest pleasures
Healing me

There’s been a crack made in my lifelong illusions
I’m beginning to feel clarity, and not confusion
Saying yes yes yes
To more beauty.
 106° 
imperfectstranger
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
 90° 
CJ
In the midst it feels like falling
The mind flooded
Lungs tight and fears high
ANXIOUS are we?
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
 83° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 79° 
Natalie
I'm feeling poetic
So I sit down in the brown stairs
To scribble a few words
But alas my brain loses control
My heart takes over
And I run to him
And my poem ends there
 79° 
Christa Ziegler
A moment
Beyond the people
Beyond the manufactured noise
Beyond the cement and plastic landscape

Armed with pepper spray for the bears
And a knife for the boys
Just in case
I run my hands over the world
I was only 10 the day you took my innocence,
Unknowing of your evil intent
I trusted your sneaky smile
your deceitful words
I remember the feeling of your hands around my neck,
The way you held me down
It against my will
I tried to stop you
I was too weak
just a kid
And I cried out to you to stop,
But you didn’t.
 61° 
Marrianna Flores
Shackled, and chained.
Yet,
I’ve never felt so free.
You’ve awakened this primal instinct in me.

Burned, and bruised.
Tormented, and used.
I'm yours to abuse.

I kneel,
At your feet,
Waiting for command.
Waiting for the slightest gesture granted from your hand.

I look down.
My hands in lap.
l am at your will,
Waiting for your finger’s snap.

With hair pulled back--
Gathered in your hands.

And cheeks warm--
Caressed by your voice.

Lips are wet--
Touched by yours.

Cleaning, and cooking.
Almost every day.
Folding, and preparing.
Doing whatever you say.

I'm yours;
I'm branded with your name.
I'm bonded to you,
No matter what,
And I stand unashamed.
 61° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
I'M stuck between "i really want to talk to you" vs "I really need to get over you."
 46° 
eF
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
 43° 
Ava
Let the hidden
Hide their words
And carve on hearts of stone
 41° 
Ally
silence can be so loud.
 38° 
Blckstr
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.
 36° 
Sara
I'm angry
I really am

I'm angry
but more than that I want to break down at every second of the day and night
and the worst part is you aren't even capable of saying you're sorry

I'm angry
I'm angry when you mope around the house like this wasn't your fault
Like you didn't endanger every person that tried to get close to you
Like you haven't tried to blame everyone else around you before taking any responsibility for your actions

I'm angry
I want you to tell me the truth
To look into my eyes and tell me you never cared about any of us

I'm angry
I really am
 35° 
Lamar Cole
When he kissed her lips.
He tasted life.
He knew that he wanted her for his wife.
When he touched her.
He felt like he was in heaven.
And that she was the reason for his living.
 35° 
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
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said Exclamation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!


Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
 35° 
mars
All I want
Isn’t money or fame

All I want
Is to some of you might sound cheesy

But what I really want
Is to hear

“You’re a good daughter”
And that
Is enough for me.
 34° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 33° 
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.
 32° 
Shamai
Chairs in the room
Vacant
Because
Alone
Requires
Emptiness

On the table
Papers
Requiring attention
Strewn to the side
And left
Alone

Fire in the hearth
No one
To watch it

Empty room
Amply furnished
Ticking clocks
No one
To listen
 32° 
Eric Pratt
I carved her name upon the dawn
So every morning might be with her
But as it rose It grew too bright
And closed my eyes
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon the sky
To keep her near me every day
But nightfall came and cleared the light
And all was dark
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon the moon
To stare at her throughout my nights
But tired eyes are sneaky foes
And sleep prevailed
Yet still I saw her there

I carved her name upon my soul
Love not just with me when I look
But every day and every night
And in my heart
Yet still I saw her there
 32° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

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s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
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                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
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                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 31° 
mjad
my short 5'2" frame locked in place
like a puzzle piece in his 5'11" embrace
 31° 
Mystic Ink Plus
If you want to
Feel pain

Fall in love

If you want to
Feel happy

Fall in love

With whom
That only matters
Genre: Observational
Theme: Matter of time
 31° 
Slightly Lovely
An apology without change,
is just manipulation.

I love you, but I can wait till your rule over my life ends.
3 more years, 3 more years, 3 more years.
 30° 
Pax Wildrake
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ˢᵒᶠᵗ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᶦᵍʰᵗ'ˢ ᵍʳᵃˢᵖ
ˢᵗᵃʳᵈᵘˢᵗ ᵖᵃᶦⁿᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃˡˡˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠˡᵒᵒʳ
ᵀʷᵒ ᵇᵒᵈᶦᵉˢ ᵉⁿᵗʷᶦⁿᵉᵈ.
┕━━━━━━━☝︎━━━━━━━┙
 29° 
james
my mind crescendos
until the violin strings
are screaming more than they sing
and i cant hear my heart beat
over the sound.
when the world is too loud,
i will grow louder
until my bow snaps, and death drowns me out
100% in my top favorite poems of mine
 28° 
Ashly Kocher
I’ve heard the saying
“ Can you miss someone that you never met?”
This holds true for all the women who have had a miscarriage
But what about those suffering from infertility
“ Can you miss someone that you’ve never met or actually never even existed?
I believe so...
Even though someone has no existence but you long to meet, I do feel like you miss them in many different ways

Even through nonexistent form of a human being, the existence that you long for will always be, a non tangible thing, missing from me...
 28° 
saint
remember to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
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compare yourself
 28° 
Samantha Marie
Answer my call
For you are the wild one
I search for in any open crowd
No map or compass can guide me -
you are within me
as I am you and,
you are me and so we
are love
e v e r l a s t i n g
evergreen
you are
everything
Can you hear me?
Can you feel me?
I am with you
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