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 476° 
Derek
I write about the things I'm missin
I'm on a mission
to make you listen
I have no doubt in this decision
Our love will solve our long division
 403° 
Anne
-
(tiny crushes) from the top
----------------------------
on the first of may
sunny bright, blue skies.
you look at me.
with your slight cheeky grin
taking my fingers, slowly
t h e - d r e a m
trying to wake up from
the reality which was  mine
to begin with.
-------------------------------------
(until you cheated) now read from bottom
tried writing a reverse poem! hope it makes sense
 350° 
Prerna Singh
Walking down the ladder
We created for him
He trips most of the time
And flushes with anger at the sight
Of the ground
Where she stands
And had stood for a long time
He would look at her
And curse his riches
A one, a two, a three

“Paid in millions to give him that position”
They say

She would look at him
and know immediately,
he doesn’t like stepping down
so silently she would increase the no. of steps
he remains at the top.
even if he would wish to equal his shares
she would not let him
and would let no one do it
and the steps increase forever
a silent rumor in her brain
tells her daughter
she too needs to respect the ladder
and this breaks his heart
                              
Prerna Singh
are we striving for equality? even unconsciously?
 272° 
Carmen Jane
I used to wait for you,
Right here in this corner
And when I felt quite blue
Your hug would make me warmer

But now the days have changed,
I step big steps on my own  path
I feel we've got estranged
It's really done, I've done the math

That one time when you didn't hear me
Followed by the other time you didn't see me
I'm telling you one plus one is two, my friend
I've done the math, we've reached the end.
 264° 
Julio
I wonder if

Because i believe if

so  my spirit would be free
 250° 
Gamaliel
karagatang mapanglaw
ang sati'y naglalayo
sa malamig na tanglaw
ang ulilang pagsuyo
 250° 
Kurt Philip Behm
While calling to the ages,
  I gave up on today

All voiced precipitation,
  for someone else to spray

Writing above what’s forecast,
  with readers yet unborn

My words beyond the thunder
   —to ride on distant storms

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
 250° 
Molly
with one last kiss on the cheek,
i watch as winter sweeps you away.
your face disappearing in a flurry of snowflakes.
Your name drifting off in the wind.
No matter how cold the winter, and no matter what it brings.
I know your memory will last past the coming spring
 250° 
Raj Bhandari
Boy,when you are lost,have faith,
He is trustworthy,most,have faith !
 250° 
Ash
You will always be enough
for the person who loves you.
 228° 
putiira
Sometimes we need a little fog
in our life to remind ourselves
that everything isn’t always as clear as it once seemed to be.
 214° 
Russ Olnick
The drops of rain cascade down
The cold downpour reflects my pain
Like the sky was crying for me
And as I gaze out my window
I see the familiar grey skies
As my heart sees the imagery
Of which I cast upon myself
Except, I realize
Soon
The rain will stop, the skies will clear
And I'll still be here
Waiting for my grey skies to go blue
5/22/2019 12:29 AM
 204° 
Sav
There is a tattoo
of a wolf
on my thigh.

A tattoo I had been planning,
for a long time.

Underneath is not what I would call
bare skin.

It is graced with
and possessed with
scars.

Of one kind.

That kind.

I am grateful that now
when I look down

I am not met with harsh lines,
but instead the eyes
of a kind wolf mother.

She now bares the scars that I carved.

Be kind to yourself,

she says.
True Story
 150° 
Cameron Vigliotta
The days that are slow
Are the same ones I hate
Too much time to think
Mind quickly gains weight

I think of the past
And then think ahead
I'm done with this day
I'll sleep now instead
 149° 
Cydney Something
In the whole of our human experience,
We can only fully trust
What we perceive in dreams
 135° 
Amy
When the moon first met the stars,
Did she question
Whether or not
The
Amount
Of
Stars
Surrounding
Made her brighter?
 118° 
sheila sharpe
(A WARNING TO THE CURIOUS)

Distance yourself
from this world
before you
into its troubled atmosphere
are hurled
 115° 
ʀᴀᴘʜᴀᴇʟ
there's a thin white line
between "glad because of it"
and "sad without it"
 112° 
Apoetisonly
I could pick that laugh out
Any where
Any time
Whether it’s day
Or it’s night
Oh it sends chills down my spine
 112° 
Jayantee Khare
***

hold me not
touch me not
maybe I'm clumsy-clumsy-clumsy!

have headache
want chocolate shake
maybe I'm lazy-lazy-lazy!

feel me not
mind me not
I'm cranky-cranky-cranky!

the mood is swinging
find me clinging
I'm touchy-touchy-touchy!

may be crazy
sometimes hazy
I'm moody-moody-moody!

stay away
go your way
I'm feelo-feelo-feelo!

just be there
patient listener
I'm despo-despo-despo!

here i contradict
have conflict
I'm ******-******-******!

changing hormones
troubling estrogens
tell me not a fatso-fatso-fatso!

maybe I'll be ok again!
maybe you'll love me then!


Maybe few females relate....resonate....rate .....
A big thnx to all readers and those who appreciated, thnx hp, thnx Elliott
 110° 
Jenna
Someone once asked me,
"If you could go back and undo having loved him, would you?"
At the time, I said no.
Because even if it hurt to be used and abused,
I really believe the old adage that love is always better.

If I could go back in time, I would not undo loving him.
But I would undo how long I did.

I did not realize that perhaps this makes me damaged goods.
I do not believe that you can only love once in a life,
but I forget that some people do.
I forget that new men may think I have used up my once in a life.

And when he asked me,
"Did you really love him?"
I said yes, once upon a time. But wondered if he wondered
if he couldn't fall for me since I already used up my one time.
And when he asked me,
"Do you still love him?"
I said no, end of story. But wondered if he wondered
if I was telling a lie.
 102° 
Blckstr
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 ****** –”
I know it sounds ******,
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.
 99° 
April
Endless thoughts,
anxiety obsessed with me,
dark clouds,
sadness taunting me

These are the things
I'm still learning to escape
 99° 
Esmena Valdés
Do you'll miss me?

If i run away through the mountains just to become water from the river?

Do you'll come here to see me flow? to compare myself with your vains blood?

Purple, green, grey?

Do you'll swim into me?

Do you'll jump to my crib?

My serenade, velvet lover,

I would crumble like a blowing star,

If you pleas.

But now, it's time to let it go, slip, i'm under, glorious benedicting water.
 97° 
ohellobeautiful
no matter how hard
these winds blow and shake me
i stay  r o o t e d  with the Earth

storms exist to awake me
one of the first few
rhymes i ever wrote
*and still my favorite*
 82° 
Peter B
Her eyes
reflect my moon.
In her eyes
it's always full.
 78° 
029473847493
After a departure of fright
By which this ferry fled.

Laying in the sand
Trembling frosty death.

For the wall of sorrow behind
A fountain picturesque.

With the rust of reality entwined
This may not be the end.
 77° 
Perry
Before the sun could tell time
I became an expert of her
My instrument is her eyes
It took ages of practice
I learned from the moon
And all the colors of the sky

All the stars fall
Our eyes in between
The wind is real
No pain is free
The air is hers
She lets me breathe
Her words are the light
When she talks I can see
Now the window of her
Has unlocked for me
Through a million past lives
Together was the key
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Gold
Copy right
Copy write
Copyrights
Copywriter
Copying and writing
Is copying right
My work is not copied and written
My work is not copyrighted
Except in my mind
To write
Is to Cope right
P.S.
The above piece is purely a work of fiction
Again, in the mind
So, please don’t mind
No one was harmed in the making, including me!
Nor is meant to be
 66° 
a silent chaos
Is pain considered a drug when you keep coming back for it? For more?
 63° 
Rama Krsna
the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
two
for the exorbitant price of one

standing
at the chasm
of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains
as life’s sole friend

the memories of love
now
belong to time
and this aging body
to the five elements.

© 2019
 59° 
the dirty poet
i see the flyer at starbucks

"are you caucasian?
without mental health
and drug problems?"

wow
i don’t know the answer to any of these questions
is a jew a caucasian?
is the occasional *****, ****-slamming drunken rampage
a drug problem?
as for mental health
i’m a deadbeat poet and unpopular pop musician
i’ve got a job fighting death and boredom
and i just changed my facebook password to "eat ****"
my frustrations have driven weaker souls to homicide
but are these PROBLEMS?
 57° 
SomeOneElse
Tonight I hugged an angel
And it made my night
As she looked me in the eyes
And held me real tight
I sang to her a song
And I saw her dance
As her stunning beauty
Had me in a trance
Tonight I met an angel
And she made me so happy
Tonight I was in heaven
Because she talked to me
A poem I was in a pored to write
 55° 
written by me
I am but
one star
in the
universe
that you
deserve.
I am but
a rain's
puddle
when
it is
the ocean
that you
need to
swim in.
Wish
upon me.
Dance
and jump
within me.
I long
to be
enough
for thee.



written by me... ..
 53° 
JR Falk
so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.
3:06am
08.09.18

im actually drinking coffee rn. rip
 51° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
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