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 330° 
David J
I was thinking to myself
What does powerful writing look like

At first i saw a writer focusing all energy into the pen

But I coreected myself, it would look like connecting the energies of the pen with yourself.
Writing as an extention of your own will...
an extension of your soul
I want to learn, devolpe, and grow.
 216° 
Talking Back
Today there was a storm,
180 mph winds
That's the equivalent of 285 km/h
or 177 miles
And yet not an ounce of luck
blown my way.
 180° 
Aya
there is no earth on your shoulders, atlas,
there is only the rubble of stars in your veins
and the wreckage of your heart
and the oceans in your lungs
and the red on your hands
these sins are all you can bleed now, aren't they,
and they're not even yours, are they?
they are the ones that have fallen across the earth and to its ends
until they found their way to you
and scarred your once starry skin
so that you may bear and bleed these sins of theirs,
until you shatter underneath the weight of the world
 178° 
P-Røšę Pøę
he wrote
about
ensnaring
her in
an
intricate
spider's
web.

she lies
prone,
sprawled...

vulnerable
and
just about
paralyzed.

he
meaningfully,

slowly
meanders
in...

she
refuses
to
fight it.

rather,

she has
been
knowingly
longing
for a
night
of
paralyzing
seduction
with
him.
 161° 
Cameron Williams
Seated at my table,
you’ll find me, myself, and I
All three different versions talk
yet do not bat an eye
You must be invited here
it’s not an open door
And if nothing is brought with you,
your feet may hit the floor
You see, here at my table
are the l ones that I let in
It’s few and far between
but sometimes they may sit
And when you’re at my table there
must be something to present
Or else the clock is ticking
and your time will all be spent
It’s always been myself here,
some have eaten some have stayed
Some have packed their food to go
And left me there unpaid
But if you’d care to join me
At my table you may eat
Be sure you have your wallet
Or you will not have a seat
This poem is a story about who i allow into my life. There are so many people we come in contact with. Friends, family, acquaintances, coworkers, etc.
if you’re like me, you don’t always let these people into your life. And the ones you do allow yourself to be vulnerable with must provide something for you. If they do not present anything more to your life than you already have, but take from it, then those people are not worth having.
 157° 
ymmiJ
peaking in wonder
your silk slip falls to the floor
as loves waiting ends
 144° 
Morgan
Like a magical night
when everything goes right

And he gets what you mean
you say "This is the Joint!"

When he laughs cuz you're funny
and your jokes are on point

When he asks for your number
and you give it out wrong

When the movement is Music
and you both know the song

When you dare not to care
so you're free to be you

Now he's feeling your vibe
and you're feeling it too

It's a night to remember
but never repeat

Cuz it was what it was
In that hot summer heat
 142° 
Penelope Winter
We know not all endings are meant to be happy
We’ve seen not all fairytales are meant to come true
But tell me „forever“
Tell me „i do“
I will too, and gladly
For our story’s unwritten
And i’ll take a chance
On filling the pages
With you

- p. winter
 135° 
Aleena
Spy
He
Is
A spy
For
Both
Sides,
No one knew where his true loyalty lies
 135° 
Mari
I was too good for him.
He didn't deserve me.
So, god
Broke us up.
:-)
 105° 
Raj Bhandari
I am, burning, inside,
gap has become wide!
 99° 
SMS
You didn’t realize
All the blinds were shut
For once I didn’t care
If you came back or not

You didn’t realize
All the lights were off
For once I didn’t care
If you tripped or not

You didn’t realize
All the pillows were damp
For once i didn’t care
If you knew I was crying or not

But perhaps you didn’t realize
Because you no longer care either
 99° 
m h John
i’m sorry this world
did not welcome you
with open arms

send me a letter
when you get back home

so i know that
you’re safe
 86° 
Kai
life won't be gentle
and it doesn't know love

life will drag on
and bring you down too

life isn't ever fair
and it's certainly not kind
 78° 
Alexis
I assume we are scared of death because we don’t want life to end

but Death wants to live too,

The sun has to go away
For the moon the be able to shine .
Ya know?
 71° 
Rebeca
I've been dreaming about a girl
With silver hair and icy eyes,
With pink lips and good vibes,
With the softest smile and skinny thighs...
She was the sun ray that kissed your face
After the cruel winter haze.
She was the gracious lioness,
Almost like a royal Highness.

But she was just a con
Because, c'mon ,
She told me she loved me,
That she'll never leave me
And then I woke up and she was gone
And I was left alone from dusk 'till dawn.
When you think you just found your true Happiness, then Life waltzes in and gives you a good slap.
 62° 
Winter Child
In case no one gets it,
i collect my excerpts
better
than i spell my prayer.
Spills my personal feelings
and trouble,
longer than i bow
on my knees.

i memorize every shame
and quote it
into a piece of paper,
the same stroke
they did to break
my bones.
Marks down
every of their tone
when i got yelled at,
being degraded.

In case no one gets it,
i use my fingertips to fight.
Being sure of my words,
but never myself.

They can take off my guts,
break down my sanity
into pieces of insecurity.
Yet i’m here to remain bold
until the last spill of ink,
and my pen
can no longer stand.
the battle is in my head
 59° 
Raquel B
My legs go down the stairs
Melting like butter
Easing my way down
Not what I wanted
It’s what I was given
I melt away till I no longer
See the bottom.
 55° 
Sam Maye
today is a day
that i will finally take a dive
because everything is always my fault.
Tada..
 48° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                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.
 46° 
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.
 45° 
Hannah J Strauss
Progress.

Is not step by step,
It's one eye closed, the other
Peaking out reluctantly
And sighing with a smile.

Progress.

Is not day in and day out,
It's not seeing your friends for a while
And being commended for change
You don't even feel.

Progress.

Is not character building,
It is an evolution of the self.
A clock that turns and chimes it's hours
With every victory.

Progress is progress.
 44° 
hayley
it kills me inside to
watch you leave
so unexpectedly when
all i did was
care and love you.

we were perfect one day
and then the next day came
where we went our
separate ways.
 42° 
Mohd Arshad
Talk to a fool
For he can speak some valuable words
But not give him a piece of advice for he will not value it
 41° 
Leo Janowick
I have never
  fallen into a love
       I couldn’t get out of......

Until
     You......
 40° 
Amber
Looking in the mirror
Afraid what she might see
The person staring back is not who she’s meant to be
Another day
Another life
She dreams
 40° 
Stacy Mills
I wish I were prettier
I wish I were younger
I wish I were smarter
I wish I was skinnier
I wish I did not have to love with all my heart
I wish someone would love me back
I wish that person would want to keep me and not just use me
I wish I could mean so much to someone
I wish I wasn't alone so **** much
 38° 
Basil Gentleman
as my lover swims
in the blue waters
under the golden Sun
the birds sing a song of love.
she stands alone
perfectly
in a sea of pearls.
the Sun rays shine upon on her milky skin.
Neptune's kingdom was built for her
 37° 
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.
 36° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
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t
l
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.
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 35° 
KCibot
I'm opening up
Into the ground
Looking for gold
Underneath the weeds
On the nearby hill

I wonder how long
I can afford
To spend my soul
On empty holes
When my body aches

I saw a vision
I know it's in
This hill somewhere
But the doubts all
Found me today
Treasure
Seeking
Always
 34° 
Hector
~

It is not love,

sometimes a need to hold

someone, when it gets cold

in empty beds.

I crave the sound

of someone’s heart

close to my skin,

to feel the heat

of flaring fires

and burn away

these overgrown

dreams and desires.


-
H.O
August 18, 2019
“How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this. I need someone to pour myself into.”
― Sylvia Plath
In a coloured world
You're black and white
In this sunny life
You're eternal night

In my course palms
You're silk liquid
In this broken home
You can't fix it

But in my eyes
You're a dancer
And in my mind
You're already mine
But I'll write you a love song anyways.
 32° 
Karliah
I spent my time,
Thinking of you today,
It was brief,
Sweet,
But now the time is spent,
And tomorrow I'll pay again.
 32° 
unknown
I was no longer the person you LOVED.
I was no longer the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.
I was no longer the person you called on the way home.
I was no longer the person you made sneak out till about 2 am in the morning.

Everything had stopped.

The world had unfrozen.

After coming to the realization I was no longer yours and you were no longer mine...

There was a new girl in your life.

Maybe you aren't willing to take me back but just know I LOVED you unconditionally.
 32° 
Anonymous
This is my final goodbye
It's hard for me to see you walking by with that other guy
Even though your heart didn't feel the same way
but I'm glad you brought me joy
Time kept moving forward
but I kept standing still
Waiting for you to feel the same way
but I guess such things only happen in dreams
So, that's why this is my final goodbye to you
It's time for me to move along with time
and say goodbye to this bittersweet dream that kept me tied
 32° 
charlie
her
her hair was tangled
into the dark stars of night

her eyes were shut

her words were in anguish

where has she gone
 31° 
Dr Peter Lim
You will resurrect
from the ruins of memory
and speak in the deepest night to me:
all that had been was pure glory.

We will recollect
scenes that spoke of love's endless beauty
let the years flee as they must into every century
yet our hearts shall still be green and free.
* after Shelley, Christina Rossetti and the Bronte sisters'
 28° 
Lizzie Matthias
if you keep lying to yourself it’ll come true.
you’re not hurting yourself.
you’re not cutting.
you’re eating enough.
you’re not suicidal.
you’re not depressed.
you’re getting enough sleep.
you’re good enough.
you’re a good person.
you’re happy.
you’re okay.
you’re a good singer.
you’re a good artist.
you’re a good writer.
you’re understanding.
you’re a good friend.
you’re not manipulative.
you’re not sensitive.
you’re a good listener.
you’re able to vent.
you’re valid.
you’re listened to.
you’re not being manipulated.
you’re not lying to yourself.
you’re telling the truth.
you’re always there for others.
you’re patient.
you’re trying hard enough.
you’re not annoyed easily.
you’re a good cellist.
you’re a good student.
you’re a good child.
you’re funny.
you’re confident.
you’re not at all shy.
you’re creative.
you’re able to achieve your dreams.
you’re loved.
 28° 
Amanda
some of us
weren’t meant to be happy
some of us
were meant to be poets
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