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what is the colour of her blood
she wonders
as the knife glints in the light

red like flushed cheeks after
too many laps around the track

red like the burning of the sky as
the sun goes back to sleep

red like the velvet caress of
a flower carelessly plucked

coward, the knife tells her

she knows.
death is quick but dying hurts
The delicate curvature of your lips
Swirling arousal around my hips
Trailing deliciously intimate kisses

Until you’re enjoying yourself amongst my soft inner thighs;

Warmth trailing by moonlight
We kiss and the night is lost within your deep blue eyes.

the feeling of unfamiliar pain
coming from you were bearable
but still, I’m not used to it and
it kept me up for many nights
dZang Roller
She said she might like to stay.
Then I said that might be ok.
And that was it.
Our stupid story had begun.
you broke me
as soon as i took my first breath
you broke me
when you decided to drop me off and leave me alone
you broke me
the second you decided to make it impossible to find you
you broke me
when you took all of the parts of myself away that i don’t know
you broke me
but you made me who i am
but i can’t hate you
i could never hate you
you will always have the answers i crave.
Believe in me.

Like I believe in you.

Are you scared to be alone?

We're not the same. We're different.

You know everything about me.

But It's still not enough for me

Even when I pour my heart out I feel so out of reach

I have your continuous love and support

Your such a dream to me  

So I gotta go now

I'll hide the love letters I never sent

and you keep the vulnerable thoughts you never gave me.
Zack Ripley
You've filled your pretty head
With a million excuses and lies.
Stop wasting your breath;
I've seen and heard it all a million times.
Sorry, little boy,
but you're not as cute as you think.
You may think you're water in a desert,
But I'm not desperate enough to drink.
Because I may be lonely, but I'm not alone.
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)
we sat.
a woman passed.
she said,
"you look like you're enjoying each other."
she added,
"or the day."
you said,
"we're enjoying the day."
I was enjoying you.
a silent chaos
I heard them say
that the clock is ticking
but we should take our time.
And so I did.
Only to discover that they've mistaken—
it's a bomb, not a clock.
Dan Filcek
you wanted a poem
sorry i disappointed
doesn't even rhyme
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Roses are red
Berries are blue
She's for me
if by chance
you take my place
i'll take my fist
and hit your face
My Dear Poet
I am somewhere
inside this poem
Knowledge without experience.
Blind beasts corrupted by desire.
Pearls to the swine.
No one's slave, no one's master.
Unto others as unto you.
Lies screaming to be celebrated.
“Kiss me”
  I whisper softly
  Kiss me hard
  So that I can tell
  Whether your words are full of weight
  Or just empty promises
Nathan Wilcox
You are now extremists.

- Courtesy of the Super Rich
Brian Yule
Aging jailbird freed
Deprived of vintage hardship
Shaping new hollows
a tasteless empty word
like numbness of the fingers
like numbness of the tongue
a numbness of heart
and false plastic lungs
bland face
bland skin
bland stomach
and bland eyes
wax satisfaction
in a false candle pose
wax candle prose
by plain poet hands
I am a wax figurine poet
who writes
but bland
And here we are
the end.

Five years running
and nothing to show

except the slowed
platonic love

and tired

and an absence
of what once was

Except you don't know
do you

know that I'm
leaving us

know that I'm

into wondering
if I'm behind in

experiencing people

I feel I'm at a loss
with you

because we met each other
too soon

and now I'm just pointed bones

and you are the sun

and I'm greedy
for still wanting a piece of you

But I am burnt

The End.
I didn't think I'd write this kind of poem about you.
The universe loves a bad joke.
the rain
is falling on the ground
falling on me now
and you're nowhere
to be found.

we break,
we sacrifice our Grace
for a hell that
took its place
and you're
to be found..

am i the one
that got away? question everyday,
still, you're nowhere
to be found.

it's a shame..
i never wanted it this way
but the ego got inflamed
so you're nowhere
to be found.

it hurts
to watch you
move so slow
it's like you really
just don't know
that you're
to be found.

you're wrong
if you think that
things could change
you've always been the same
cause you're
nowhere to be found..

you're nowhere to be found
you're nowhere to be found
you're nowhere to be found
you're going nowhere..
this is a new song i've released on all streaming platforms under the name chasinghappy - there are so many layers to this song
Poetry Art
when i was a kid
i always wonder why the moon kept following me
is she my best friend?
my protector during the nights i walk alone?
until  i grew older
and find her presence my peace
started telling her my secrets and dreams
sometimes we share our tears
we will talk all night
together we will fall asleep
the moon is my best friend. who is yours?

may you live well, rest well, and love well.

to better days ahead,
poetry art
In the present at this moment
As you look back at the years

May you feel satisfied, relax in peace
And there be very few tears

Remember that there are achievements
Great and small in many layers

Many lives that you have touched
Some from far, some very near

And You remain undisclosed
In some hearts and flourish in other

The timing is never right and the moment is gone,
For in the dark, behind the eyes,
Love continues to whisper

The dilemma to not cause a ripple
Makes a scream turn to a whimper

But isn't it a blessing to know you are loved
And to be cherished without any fear

The uncertainty around makes me want to declare,
A love that was never lost and will never be found
Seems like everything must come to an end.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
I see birds fly
from this concrete predicament
faces in ****** hands
I hurt and I cry
my hands are wet
on Pilates plateau
a place where bugs die.
From sixteen to sixty
And all the days in between
From a lassie then a lady
To the woman in my dream
From sketch book to painting
From wondering and waiting
To building and creating
With fireworks and gold plating
From all that you mean
To being my queen
From nowhere to forever
And all the days in between.
Later this year my wife turns 60! I've written this with that in mind.
keeps me together
words gone out
are gone forever
and words held in
lives inside my head
nervously ever after
so I like to keep quite
no more scripted lines
or edited lies
when there is
nothing to be told
peace unfolds
silence makes it better
it keeps me together
David R
i climb the scaffolding
look down below
spirit faltering
will i die in the blow?

caffeine swirling,
dizziness whirling,
truth obscured

dry darkness,
unfeeling eyes,
dropping, heartless
out of the skies

failing, falling,
faster than water,
missed my calling,
embracing slaughter

but i'm still here,
didn't dare,
risk the fear
of devil's snare
This was a memory. At the moment I do not have any drastic suicidal wishes.
Deidre Lockyer
In the morning of yesterday
There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together
Intent on each other, in whispers
I heard them say your name
And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little
And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer

Harvesting hearts and marigolds
The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe
Wanting an exploration of Souls
Oblivious, if we’re generous
But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention
And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal

I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall
I found you in the violin’s shadow
Dust and star tears are my witnesses
I love you
My joy and my abyss
I am trying to believe in a love for me.
Johnny Dust
its 7:26am
and i’ve convinced myself
that you still talk to me
in the form of bukowski quotes
left in places you know i’ll see
i haven’t slept
but when i close my eyes
we still talk a lot
i can still hear the sound of your voice and smell the scent of your skin....i can tell you more of what i remember but where do i begin...
even though i am not right beside you..i am always with you believe it because it is true
forever you will be in my heart and make it beat.....for the rest of my life the love i have for you will never take a back seat.
# this you must Believe
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
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

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Aiden Breedlove
I breath
I stand
I walk
I run
I live
I live for me
I live for my dreams
I live for my hopes
I live for the future
I live for the possibilities
I live for the chance
I live for the plans
I live for the want
I live for the need
I live for me
Lucas Ennis
It feels like my wrists are burning
Blood is dripping down my arms
My head keeps screaming
I shouldn't of self-harmed.
My mom is going to be mad.
She's going to hit me again.
Give me another bruise.
Now my scars have some friends.
Just wash off the blood.
Dry off with the towel.
Wrap up your arms.
Go back to your personal bubble.
Isolate yourself for another week little girl.
Take you medicine.
And jump off the hill.
Just a little vent cause I feel icky.
I apply my love with water and a sponge but like a small child you rub and pick and poke and **** until it’s gone
I have endless tattoos and one day when your older I’ll give you one in ink
This ones kinda worded bad but I like the imagery so I’m keeping it
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper


to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
maybe people are meant
to fall in love
but not meant
to be together.

i was coming to terms with this
only to find out
we werent in love.
i was.
you never loved me
you didnt feel anything for me
you tried to,
but loving someone isnt something
you can make happen.

we always said we were meant to be, right?
perfect for each other
you said our love was pure
and real
and unbreakable.
look at it now,
its shattered.

falling in love with you
was the easiest thing
ive ever done.
falling out of love
will be the hardest.
i guess the [lovers] code has been cracked.
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