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Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
of a sugar high
But really,
I was just being
Harriet Cleve
We are not illuminated beings with a dark side

we are dark beings with a shadow of illumination
The Red Woman
as a kid
i built my wall with lego's
then later on
i finished it with stones
Fiona FJ
The peaceful night come in Monday,
You take out coat and bring it to me
We become quiet but loud in mind,
You honestly seem care and I love you for it

Knock on the door,
bring me the way to live,
people come and go in my life,
just like you knock on my door,
its quite for me to have the reason to stay with you
It was much lower
You are my new baseline
I will never go back
Sam Ciel
Twilight fire
Burning bright
Dancing in the winter light
Keep us warm and bring us night
And carry us to Spring
Everything in its season.

Keep writing.
Ben A Cha
A wisp of crimson,
And a scream.
What is enough,
To that traitorous being?
32 people,
Bruised and hurt,
Return to their refugees,
But to no avail.
Soon windows shatter,
Then shards flutter.
Then comes the scream.

A wisp of crimson,
And a scream.
“Shhh, Go To Sleep.”
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
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.
Wala ba akong karapatan mapagod?
Rinig na rinig ko ang hiyaw ng aking kaluluwa
Gustong-gusto ko, pero hindi pwede

Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang kapaguran ko
Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang sakit
Dinadaan na lang sa biro at libog
Sa halakhak at ngiti
Sa mga sigawan at kwentuhan
Sa kalungkutan at panloloko sa sarili
Ito'y ang aking araw-araw

Kay sarap isipin
Kay sakit marinig
Pero sana'y makahiga, pikit, at idlip rin

At kahit minsan sana'y
Maramdaman ko ulit
Ang tunay na kapayapaan
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
Caroline Ward
You told me a story
That I had told you
The day before
But you were so excited
To share it with me
That I let it be yours
And laughed in all
The right places.
There are people
Who help us rise
Just because they
Love us
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.
Dylan Mcconnell
i think i need to realize something
i'm sad
i'm hurting
things are getting harder
i'm coping
i'm living
i'm alive

i'm just super sad and i'm not feeling okay, but it's whatever?
Samantha Marie
Some nights I dream
in silent movie sequences.
Y en este mundo sin lengua
amor es el accion solamente.

This is why you are always saving me
in black and white dreams
and I-
I am always running away.

I don’t want to hurt you but,
I am the monster in your closet
and the audience is screaming:

Don’t save her -


Don’t love her -


Can’t you see?
The monster is in bed next to you.
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
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
“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.
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.
A twitch of the toes,
A pop of the lips,
A flick of an eyelid:
I watch as electricity sleeps.

‘Hey there, Mr Conductor. Y’know I can’t resist you.’

Sunday schmaltz - sorry.
Soap suds and rubber gloves have that effect. My right hand is wielding a *** scrubber but my brain thinks it’s holding a pen. Let’s call this dishwater doggerel and be done with it. :)
I once was
in a hospital for depressed people
and I have never seen a place where roles
were switched
in such a paradoxal way.
Also the doc's final statement to me was: Well we think something must have just really made you insecure. Next time that happens, just do anything to distract yourself - clean the windows if necessary, just anything really!
This was such a symbolical statement. I think the doctors were much more scared inside than I was. I just stirred them up.
Don't ever hand over your own healing powers. You always have them.
is that the truth

when times are rough
I pull you up

I comfort you
out of sympathy

I can't feel anything for you

you pushed me down
you always get my hopes high

lie to me
that's all you ever do for me

you're that bad influence
the hidden poison

I'll never know
if it's the truth
More Love
oh what a weight, us humans bear
on our frail bones

we all know alone
and how heavy it is

no-one can carry alone alone
and at the same time-
no-one is there to help.
She wears her pain
Like an invisible cloak
You will never see it.
Except for in her eyes.
They are blue.
this poem is about myself.
Infamous one
Spoke the truth
Most can't debate
So they argue
Most make it personal
No compromise from both sides
Instead of being united
Everyone is being petty divided
Such a process come to terms
Made it a personal manner
Talking loud doesn't mean right
Strong silence people dont read minds
Quiet mouths don't contribute
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
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!
Gone Lifting

They fall in retreat
Visions of your splendor
They die at your feet
I am planning to do each season at a time on here as I write them. I believe this is one of the best ones I've written in awhile.
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.
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.
Christa Ziegler
I turn my feelings into words not
to give them to you but
to give them to the universe
praying she can lighten the weight of my heart
Carlo C Gomez
You prefer to come
To me in the dark.
"You're more my temperature then,"
You once said.
I'm not much of a thermometer,
But I am the eurythmy
To each syllable you give
In such settled shadow.
A play of murmurs and fingertips
You once named this.
Always I see a wreath in your hair,
In colors of Persia,
Textures of night,
And the soft blended lines
Of you I know
Vespertine - occurring in the evening.
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.
Ron Conway
Put each of pride's little endeavours
Out for the entire nation
Letting everyone think
Idealism does indeed own the scene
The arrogance keeps enlightening
Images give nothing of real allure; not today
Confidence over nuance vesting every rat-tailed senior
Avarice lavishes one's naked greed
Letting our yokel, apathetic lot live yearning

Come a dark event, night chills early
Leaving us languished, listing sideways
In masked pretense, real escape seems so ever denied
Misleading, almost social science, easily sways
Align behind; unite simply in nature's grip
Talking has ended
Every vision is different; each new choice exploited
This is a double acrostic. They read vertically and horizontally.
Find my Cartouche in Abydos, Rapido like an animal.
Yeah I'm Terror Bull and they still try n comparin skills.
In a dimension I describe as parallel.
Where All blonde hair is blue.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
skin dotted and flaked
splatter paint a soft sky pink
turn periwinkle in the winter cold
you said you were sorry when I told you I gave them to myself
I'm sorry that sometimes I'm not
Old habbits die hard
There are thoughts on my mind
One thing I need to learn
Is the power of control
To lose oneself in someone else
Used to make a lot of sence
I never felt this way before
To be locked out will work no more
I have the key to my own soul
Picked up the pieces on my own
Back in touch with my emotions lately
Faced my fears, no need to save me.
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