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than snow.
Wanting is gayer when wanting’s not broke.

And maybe I’d fall out of practice
Lull before even begun-
Fester in my own private scrutiny,
but at least I’m not longing for you.
At least I’m not chasing
the boys I’d never wanted to.
At least mine is a secret cradled,
nurtured, unknown, and safe.
Heart rent asunder
A million shards of anguish
Each a piece of you
Josephine Wilea
Do you ever just
realize your friends are fake
catch feels for your ex
let emotions drown you
give yourself a stick-and-poke
hold in tears for months
cry a tsunami
restrict food and then binge nonstop
want to be loved
need a cuddle
feel so unbearably lonely
wish someone understood?
Please tell me this made a little bit of sense.
Sunrise over the sea
Horizon between sea to sky
Let’s our spirit free
To be able to see
The sheer beauty
Of the sun, deep red and orangey
The feeling is so beautiful
Of the wonderful image
Coming from the sky
Spirits rise
Delight to the eyes
Feelings good
At sunrise !
I’ve lost my mind a thousand times,
I don’t know why

My spirit you’ll find
In the pines, in the pines,
Where the sun never shines

Where wolves devour my corpse
And bend knee to the source

Where my will is dissolved into ethereal vapor
While the wraiths sing and dance in mysterious caper
do you ever feel horribly misplaced..?
or unsettled..?
like you don’t belong here
but not “here” as in location..
but “here” as in breathing/living..?

I shouldn’t have been born tbh.
I used to wish I was dead.
but now I just wish I had never existed in the first place.

growing up my parents always
told me that I was a “surprise”
but as I grew up I learned that “surprise” actually meant “mistake”

they weren’t planning on another kid.

but my mom forgot to take her birth control one day and then oops..
I came 9 months later.

me and my brother are only 16 months apart my mom had four kids in five years by the time she was 25.

she was young and tired.
maybe if she wasn’t so tired, she wouldn’t have left her birth control untaken that day.
and then maybe, just maybe..
I wouldn’t be mistaken as a surprise when I was obviously a letdown.
stefania rivoltini
drugged with thoughts
overwhelmed by contradictions
there's no peace for me
spiritually entangled
from your distance
looking for an ancestral relief
or maybe .. carnal?
I used to go
swallowing matches
filling up on lightbulbs,
light lunches

second degree burns
through my throat, I
coughed up blood,
splintered glass, ash

but the moths in my stomach,
they loved it, you see,
flitted around just for a glimpse,
a tiny ray,
blood-soaked wings
sinking insects
And I maybe , almost, coulda, woulda
loved you
But I gave up to early
And you didn’t fight
So now you’re just a might have been
I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
becoming a writer is hard
finding the right words
hoping people support your art
trials and errors of past loves
inspiring your writing
sometimes i feel regret
i regret some of the people i dedicated my writing to
but i look back and realize
that was my journey
all of the love
all of the hurt
all of the dedication
i don’t regret it anymore
art stems from feelings
thank you for the fleeting moments
because you all have inspired me
I have never thanked you,
for the conversations.

I have never thanked you,
for the smile.

I have never thanked you,
for asking me how i'm really doing.

I have never thanked you,
for staying alive.

Thank you,
thank you.
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
Hadrian Veska
Mist and thick fog swirl
Green vines and plants
More vibrant than after rain
Eternally fruiting and pure
Insects buzzing and flying
Landing and waiting
Content in the shade of the trees
Light from above
Vines and leaves descend
Twisting gently into a crown
Which placed itself on my head
From where it came I did not see
But I know by who it was sent
And I know that it is good
Justine Jade
Maybe lies are sweet
because that's how sugarcoated
things tastes like
made of clouds
vagabond  into the sky
waiting for you to look up
before the wind
dissolves me
Bryn Kennell
Lyrics of pain
A song so dark

She had no shield
Inhaled the words
Right into her heart

Melody severed
Just danced along
A tree in the wind
Enslaved to the song in her head
Janelyn Dupingay
Look at the sky!
Listen to the melody,
That angels are humming.
Climb at the highest peak
Watch the beauty that never fades,
Engraved majestically
By hands of the most powerful.

The rainbow of peace
Painted splendidly,
Resting beneath the silent ether.
A magical hue,
Calling for an intense stare.

Get drown into its power,
Let your sanity be restored.
Travel to each and every line,
Washing away your fear and sadness.
Stand into the valley
Where the colors ended.

Catch every brightness,
Seal it with teeming care.
Inhale the offered silence
Rectify the growing pessimism.
Indulge into the quietude
Where you can see
A vivid splash of wonder.
lost my head
while searching for
my mind
so wrapped up in seeming well
insanity in vanity
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
Someone told me my soul mate was you,
Now I'm crossing my fingers hoping it's true.
I'm jumping off of buildings just to fall in your arms,
Following the rainbow, like lucky charms.

If it's you, then count on me.
If you're the one for me,
Then I will be wherever you need me to be.
Take a chance and you'll see.

This is crazy, but so is love.
So lets run, until we're free of,
All these people, and all their words.
Grab my hand, and we'll fly, like one of the birds.
The Ink Well
... and even memories have to die.
Give Love Freely , Christ calls Us to Love Our Neighbor here.
Give Love Freely, For Christ calls Us to Love Our Brother too.
Give Love Freely , For Christ calls Us to Love Our Enemies too.
Give Love Freely, For Christ has Loved Us First then We Love Him.
Give Love Freely, For We are Called to spread the Gospel of Love.
Give Love Freely, By Loving Others First maybe then they Love you too.
Give Love Freely, Through doing this People shall see Christ within You.
Give Love Freely, Not the worldly type but Unconditional Love from God.
Give Love Freely, Live Your Life as a Servant for Christ Love Unconditional.
I'm twisted inside.
My emotions are unstable;
And just like my emotions, my choices are also unstable.
It keeps going back and forth.
I'm twisted inside;
And don't know what to do.
It is very confusing.
I shall wait for tomorrow

While I forget myself in today

Drunk as I am with anxiety

I have nowhere else to run to.
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
Infamous one
Her blonde hair
Blue eyes like the sky
Got lost in them
He was loud and open
She was quiet and shy
He admired her persona
He tried to charm her
She covered her smile
Her made eyes show emotion
He covered his a bandana
His wild brows dull of character
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.

It's not too late to dominate
I've seen the dim-light glowing
Like a bird, lay your nest bit-by-bit
Waves came blowing on me
Great men of Zion I seek advice

Hidden in rocks like diamond
God's shield abounds us in bond
I say to myself: complain not
Absorb the pains for a big deal
Training ambitiously I'm gallant
Till the race ends I won't stop
Han Drew
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
Peter Balkus
I want to kiss her,
even if it is the kiss of death.
My life is dead without her lips








But it’s ok
I’m ok



Just playing around with words here. Inspired by a nightmare I had a while ago, but it’s still haunting me.
Softly you spoke
Into my very being
Every word whispered
Into this ghost
Your very sounds im seeing
Pour yourself into me
Fill me with your voice
And im not so empty
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Until the end of time.
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
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.
Flower C
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
your presence
is all
i need.
the girl wandered
and dreamt
and got lost in her head
only to let it float up to the clouds.

she read books
and wrote poetry
and found magic in the ordinary world.

she contemplated
and spent time with herself
and drowned out the noise around her.

she absolved the chaos within herself
only through slighting that which occurred without.

she wandered away
until she could no longer find her place in the world
but, in doing so,
had found her place inside herself.
- JP
between day & night,
splitting all metaphysical hairs,
she is, in awe.
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
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