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Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
Mazzy Ram
With earth
I ground
my feet
in soil
rooted in life
secure with branches
intertwined in the ecosystem
foundation is my purpose
in this level

keep me afloat or in despair
find me at the base of the spine
I highlight all things physical
my orientation is to self-preserve
my right is to be
here on earth
to have

fear feeds this demon
it disrupts all above when ungrounded
I say to myself
I stand tall
and grow my roots
deep into the earth

I am safe here
You pointed out
all my favorite love stories begin in hatred
an offhand comment about the books and shows
I consume like air

I realized there's nothing I want more
then for someone to see me for my worst
pick apart every negative attribute

yet still promise to love me
all of me
im terrified of disappointing
eyes roll back
lips part slightly
soft moans come
short breaths loosed
steel thighs melt
nails dig in
small death?
or both?
This poem was written in 2020.
At first
I took it as "you're busy"
You didn't leave
Then I started getting irritated
And angry
I begged you, but you didn't even listen
I wanted an answer at least
Then I realized I'm not worth
It broke me
Its tearing me up inside still,
But I have yet to accept
How can people leave after such a huge history. So many promises and memories shared
“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
i’m alone,
craving his touch,
his breath on his lips
his fingers between mine.
and i realize, at most, that is a wish,
not a possibility.
i fell in love,
with the idea,
of you,
and not you.
Please stop the time dear
I wanna get off right here
the bottom
dropped out

the best way

the dam

the goodness
is flowing
Andrew Philip
Put me on a stage
and give me the whole orchestra
to amplify the melody
of hazy lungs and mind,
let it drown out the static of our lives
so that I can act
just for a moment
like I'm someone else.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
it's never
your business
unless you see
an opportunity to gain
until they make it
your business
I waited for your call
That didn't happen

What I did cause that
I changed your mind

My excitement turned to disappointment
Disappointment to myself
For ruining that chance
Im not proud of this
you remind me
of something
that never happened
i find it hard to open up to him which really ***** because it ends up hurting both of us
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
I never asked to be born
they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper

buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...
This path is drenched in blood and tears, with me walking upon it,
My reign shall run for many years, without a question on it,

This path I pave is narrow,
But it's the only one,
To rid of all the sorrow,
I'll do what must be done,

I wish this path were one of love,
And not one of damnation,
For there is a goddess up above,
And I'm riding of her creation,

A crimson flower blossoms in it's search for the sun,
Again this path is one of pain but it's my only one.
A poem inspired by Edelgard Von Hresvelg from Fire Emblem Three Houses(I'm a gamer geek like that.)
you're so beautiful
and broken inside

didn't love almost
bring you to suicide?

because it wasn't real
did you really think they'd care?

he just wants to use you
he wants to **** the life out of you
emotionally torture me... and then leave me by myself...
I found myself
After many years
Trials and tribulations
Too many tears

Years went wasted
Feeling empty
Lost in despair
Nothing good could be

I lost it all
Nothing to do
In that barren moment
A light shined through
My life nearly gone
Yet I still stood
Was tragedy over
Leaving room for good

I’d been the victim
For far too long
Accepting the sentence
Of everything wrong
Yet in my darkness
The sun did rise
Realizing I’d lived
A series of lies

Carrying the mark
Of sins not mine
Knowing it was time
For the true me to shine
Destiny now in my hands
To shape and create
Shedding all judgment
Even if a bit late

I found myself
After many years
Now living fully
Nurturing my cares
Karly Codr
i want to be able
to turn things in on time
and not wait until last minute
but my problem
is that i procrastinate on everything
which is why i'm writing this poem
instead of working on homework
well i made a really cool remix of no body no crime and it sounds kind of really cool
M Vogel

If it ever becomes too much,
come and find me--

I'll be over here:
in the grass-covered prairielands--   waiting..  

like the catcher in the rye.

Never fully lost,
it only nearly always
feels that way..
but always,  within you
is your flesh-wrapped needle

forever pointing that
war-torn  heart of yours
towards  True  North
its you

not them
you are missing

be aware
of all feeling
held to the image of another
in your mind

and know
its you not they

requires an adjustment
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
Life can be
Such a mess
So get out there
And do your best

You fell down
Well, get back up
I never meant
To be so rough

The world is fast
And it ain't fair
Love is hard
And it's cold out there

Life can be such a mess
It's up to you
To do your best...
thinking of you and all the others that fly solo in these odd times under today’s cultural pressures.

we must fly higher.
In a world of dreamers,
are you awake or asleep?

In a realm of promises,
which do you keep?

In a land of tomorrows,
when does he beseech?

Within thoughts of conclusion,
does she retreat?

In the be all end all,
why does she screech.

I think we're all dead now,
we weep
Clear as the sky
And ****** as the moon
You hear her high

A bolt of light
And a sliver of burn
You hear her bright

Her hurt can be seen
Her hurt will be felt
You hear her keen

She whispers too stop this
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
Sakshi Balla
calm, the way you used to talk me out of all my bad dreams
lovely, the way you used to fight my demons
miss you so much now
Suzy Berlinsky
I was standing in line for soup when someone threatened me with
a knife. It reminded me of the time when I was standing in line
for knives when someone threatened me with soup.
each poetic venture
a brief light
shooting star
across a silent sky.
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
So this is what growth feels like.

Knowing that you are your own castle.
Staying strong to withstand
the test of time,
letting some towers fall
for new ones to rise.

The past months have been
an this endless cycle
of vain destruction and creation
forcing upon myself to bring ruin to my
imperfect castle,
rushing to build anew,
a more refined and elegant masterpiece,
without even getting a chance to enjoy
that once in a lifetime view.
I have to slow down and make the right turns
Thinking of You
My mind creates you when you’re not here to hold me.
I dream of you every night.
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
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 like *******.
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.
Nicola Pillai
Uneasy in her silence
Vulnerable and bare
His words cut so deep
She struggled not to care

Pensive for a moment  
She felt inadequate, yet free
Taking time to reflect  
On the woman, she’d come to be

The strength she'd sought so desperately
Showed up a little too late
Devoid of any resolve
Perhaps she'd met her fate
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