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 843° 
xavier thomas
YOU WILL HEAR US ๐Ÿ‘‚
YOU WILL SEE US๐Ÿ‘€
YOU WILL RESPECT USโœŠ๐Ÿพ
PERIOD.
I want change so my kids can live in peace, better than I am right now
 628° 
sethu
If only the feelings I  have for you could be erased
If only the tears I cried from the times you hurt me could subside
If only the love I have for you could subside
BUT RATHER
these emotions keep erupting like a volcano and I don't know what to do with them
 369° 
jas
never felt so alone
stuck in my room
such a dark place
never felt so cold
chills run down my spine
 339° 
Melanie Jackson
when you were younger
you were my
R E D G I A N T
and as you got older you became my
S U P E R N O V A
but as we met our teen years you became my
B L A C K H O L E
stealing my light
and leaveing me in darkness
 318° 
Eva
I never liked horror films,
but it seems as if
it's our only reality.
 213° 
Lemon
๐–๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž?
๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ ๐ˆ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ, ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž, ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ซ๐š๐œ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐š๐ฒ ๐›๐ž?
๐€๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ซ๐จ๐› ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ? ๐Ž๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก?
๐“๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐‘ฐ'๐’Ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐›๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ญ๐ก?

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐๐ข๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐ข๐Ÿ๐ž ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ญ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ข๐ง๐ ,
๐ˆ๐ง ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง๐›๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ, ๐ข๐ง ๐’‰๐’–๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’”.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐œ๐š๐ญ๐š๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ž
๐ˆ๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐ซ๐ž๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ž๐œ๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ž

๐ˆ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง, ๐š๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ, ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ง๐,
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐–๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ. ๐๐จ๐ญ. ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐ฉ. ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฏ๐ข๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ง๐œ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐š๐ญ ๐ž๐ง๐.
๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ญ๐œ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ญ, ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž ๐š ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐, ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž,
๐๐ฎ๐ญ, ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ ๐ฎ๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ž'๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ž,

๐€ ๐ค๐ง๐ž๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐›๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฑ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ,
๐€ ๐Ÿ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ฌ๐ž๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐š๐ ๐š๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐š๐ซ๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฌ.
๐€๐ฌ ๐ฉ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ž๐Ÿ๐ฎ๐ฅ ๐š๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ž ๐š๐ซ๐ž, ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ž,
โ€˜๐‚๐š๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ญ ๐…๐ฅ๐จ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐‚๐€๐๐๐Ž๐“ ๐๐‘๐„๐€๐“๐‡๐„.

๐–๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐ซ ๐ ๐š๐ฌ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐›๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ž๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐ข๐ณ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ,
๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐จ๐ง๐ , ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐๐ฌ?

๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ง๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐›๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฌ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ,
๐€๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ž๐›๐š๐ญ๐ž:
๐๐‹๐€๐‚๐Š. ๐‹๐ˆ๐•๐„๐’. ๐Œ๐€๐“๐“๐„๐‘.
 171° 
Priscilla Charity
Sometimes I wonder
if noise had a colour
then what shade
would silence be
 122° 
reigning cereal
sticks and stones
will break bones
and a knee will take a life

tear gas and barricades
will need first aids
and rubber bullets will take eyes

signs and chants
dismissed as rants
and a point that will keep being missed
justice is not just a word.

06.01.2020
I feel like I'm surrounded
With a halo
From top to the bottom
Which makes everything seem aloof
& my soul is arrested
Tearing my shirt off
Can't help me feel a little bit
Rested
& I stopped my desires of being Requested
Guys comment below how do you keep yourself inspired during this hard time?
 78° 
Logan Robertson
For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on.

I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts.

By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet.

I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating.

Logan Robertson

6/02/20
I stopped writing

For awhile.

Because I found that when I write
Itโ€™s so real.
Itโ€™s like hearing back my own words from the lips of someone wiser

Not from a broken child,
But from a bitter miser.
I am awake always
Painfully aware. I canโ€™t sleep and I canโ€™t quiet the noise in my head.
 63° 
Northern Poet
It's time for a name
Not to be just another 'name'

To anyone who lost a life
You didn't die in vain

Colour doesn't matter
Inside we're all the same

It's time to stop the suffering
It's time to stop the pain
Went to bed at 6am
So I've ruined the day
Made myself feel ill
Unsettled, a bit panicky.
Will I never learn
That sleep is for sleeping
Waking is for waking,
How can I confuse the two?
It's just that lately
With the days so uncertain
Sometimes I like to make the nights
Last as long as I can.
 49° 
Dare2Ris3
He's gone,
Long gone...
Out of my reach
Faded...
Like the mist,
That fades in the sunshine.
Like the stars,
That fades in the dawn.
Like I fade,
In his deep dark brown eyes...
 49° 
MichEllEmma
You saved me from a dark place
One that I couldnโ€™t see
Before our paths crossed
I walked through life blindly
Written on June 1, 2020
 46° 
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.
 45° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 45° 
FreeMind
You cant escape reality
When it hugs you like a casket
Ready to burry you deep into the ground


-FreeMind
December 1, 2018
#67
 44° 
Kitten Yvad
[found poem by unknown poet and not my words]

Brown eyes are boring
I remember you sayingโ€ฆ

Thereโ€™s a special kind of beauty
in falling in love with someone
who has brown eyes.

Ever seen brown eyes
In the sun?
The colour brown,
becomes irrelevant
& is just a wordโ€ฆ

They melt into rays
of amber gold,
circling an eclipse.
There is nothing boring
about brown eyes.

Even as the day grows old,
they create a sunset
of their own.

You know that sunset.
Itโ€™s the one
I fell in love withโ€ฆ

[22.11.2018]
~Wynn H
I found this poem so beautiful. Brown eyes are my wonder. If this belongs to you and you want me to take it down, I will. They are not my words, they just spoke to me so much.
 42° 
Eva Tell
When we chance
upon each other
years later,
you will ask me

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย do you still write?

and I will answer

ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  of course I do.

you took my heart
with you when you left,
not my hands.
 42° 
EmilyBatdorf
โ€œI have promises to keep,โ€
whispered sweetly in my ear.
I stretched myself to too thin,
โ€˜til it seemed I would disappear.
Now Iโ€™ve got myself to thank
for every step Iโ€™ve walked away
towards the sun, far from you
into a promising new day.
 42° 
Al
3am
In my mind a record spins.ย ย Always on repeat.ย ย Your lyrics are kaleidoscopic. Twisted images merge.ย ย Mirror, mirror upon the wall, please awaken me before I fall.
 41° 
Chameleon
I used to have interaction on here but for the past 6 months my account has had zero.
No one is seeing my writing. Please help
 40° 
Bunny Rubinstein
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
 39° 
rk
just a foolish girl
letting nostalgia
fill her heart
and leave her aching
for a love
that never existed.
- only you have the uncanny ability to make me feel so incredibly forgettable.
 37° 
Erika
he said he couldnโ€™t breathe,
so they took his last breath
Iโ€™m so sick of feeling like itโ€™s never going to stop. It needs to stop. Itโ€™s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
 37° 
Christian C
Is it that I crave
an understanding of self
amidst a turmoil of state
or is it that I'm a coward
always running from
crying out for
justifying
what I
always
knew
to be
true.
 37° 
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)
 36° 
Lee
i don't understand it
but i can tell it's beautiful
 34° 
JaxSpade
I made a mistake
I meant to be perfect

But I colored outside the lines
On purpose

I crossed the line
That meant to keep the lines inside

Because I'm not supposed to do it
 34° 
Breeze
In this time of nationwide uncertainty
violence, dissent

with our voices joining the people screaming for change
as we are threatened to be silenced

I stop myselfย ย throughout the day
always asking Him to always protect you
always asking Him to keep you safe.
for jovian
 33° 
loveless
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
 32° 
Masha Yurkevich
#43


It doesn't get
easier

You get
STRONGER


Keep on going.

Don't give up.
 32° 
Maja
when people ask,
they donโ€™t really want to know.
they just want you to tell them,
what they already think.
 31° 
Lara
My heart is made of stars

They seem so small watched from the earth
But they are big
-
Living in the universe

Knowing where their place is
and when itโ€™s time to come down to earth

Our heart is full of joy
Full of sparkle
Full of lightness

My heart is made of stars
-
What about yours?
 31° 
Verdant Quo
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
 30° 
Dustin
Her chaos is a serenade.
Drawing me even closer
Making me fall a little deeper
A masterpiece only some appreciate
A melody only some admire.
She says itโ€™s messy
but I still pay attention
to every position
of every single note
in every single line.
 29° 
John White
I just want it to end.

The hopelessness, the fear,
the constant critic in my head:
I've lived with them all for too long.

All I've ever known is this war, this endless battle.
There's nothing wrong with wanting it to end.
To wish that it didn't is cruel.

But why can't the best solution be the simplest?
Why do I have to keep fighting?

At times it's deafening,
and I'm so exhausted.

Why can't I just lay down in no man's land
and let this battle fall silent around me?

Why can't that be the end?

Because... I'll never know what's possible.
 29° 
Blckstr
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™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,
Youโ€™d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
Youโ€™d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
โ€œIโ€™m tired,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m a failure,โ€
โ€œIโ€™m stupid โ€“โ€
I know it sounds stupid,
Itโ€™s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
Youโ€™d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
Youโ€™d see the monsters
That consume my head;
Youโ€™d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
Youโ€™d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see the face
Iโ€™ve failed to show back then,
The face Iโ€™ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
Youโ€™d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 28° 
the black-rose
sheโ€™s too strong,
sheโ€™s too much,
sheโ€™s too tough to love.

sheโ€™s too hard,
sheโ€™s too broken,
sheโ€™s not enough.

sheโ€™s imperfect,
sheโ€™s wild,
sheโ€™s lost in the wind.
sheโ€™s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
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hi.
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