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 504° 
effie ebbtide
the meeting point between antifreeze and rot
undiscovered worlds in a stupid sheet of ice
i rake my leaves and ***** a flurry
from that strange backed-up faucet, my mouth.
november thoughts
 193° 
nadine
the warmth, lingering,
i could breathe for a moment
and then you left me.
it seems as though im suffocating.
 167° 
hannah b
your lips have melted iron

tasted the wicked, subtle, penny-bitter condensation
off of my skin
and within myself
within that place

i’m so sorry that it wasn’t the
smooth cold of porcelain
you’re used to
but i think part of you likes that
it’s not

you want me to cut up your tongue, just a little

that’s all you’ve ever wanted
someone to love you
fiercely. uncontrollably.

is this really what you wanted?
and to think i hold so much back, so tightly,
for both your sake and mine.

my sweet darling it is simply pandemonium
 158° 
Matthew
Like No Rock

I could love you like a rock 
sit here and do nothing 
heavy on you 
Or
love you like the breeze
take you to places
you never felt before 
riding on my storming nights
 115° 
Robby
I have no qualms
I understand my place in your life
I never thought that I’d be a period
I just want to be the best semicolon you’ve ever had

Period
 110° 
leah
I want to belong to someone.

- leah
 105° 
mks
did you spend all that time breaking down
the walls i'd built around me and my heart
so it would be easier for you to leave?
 101° 
Moonicorn
Purpose -

is it a pose and a purr
or a purple rose,

in both cases it's lacking an
R.

Are
we
online
or on
inline skates
to too well known fates?

What's true connection
while there's degradation
used as the causation for cash,

blamed for feeling like trash?

Turn around,

trash can only be
in the existence of its concept.

I feel
displaced
and restless
in this test of a rest
arresting intuitive attraction
to the best that could have ever been had.

A touch despite
pain,
free of validation.

If I could,
I'd cry,
instead it leaves a sigh
into another night.
 85° 
Amanda
he said
you sleep here every night
you should leave
a toothbrush
at my place


i said
you’re sweet
but no
...
my morning breath
smells like
independence

...
i like being
on my own
 76° 
atticus wilson
Because if I do
I’ll fall apart
And I want to be strong
For whenever you need a shoulder
 71° 
Jaxey
i've learned the hard way
that life will never be
as beautiful as poetry
and that we will never be
as perfect as we sound
when squished between
similes and metaphors
so while we don't fit together
quite as well as puzzle pieces
and you sometimes
might not complete me
as well as a cup of coffee
my hand still feels
quite nice in yours

and i don't need a poem to say that
sometimes things aren't poetic
 71° 
Bella-Lee
What if I call you?
The number you dialled is no longer available,
Beep...
The number you dialled no longer exists.
What if I call your name?
The person you are calling is no longer available,
What if I walk up to you?
The person you see no longer exists.
I'm sorry...
The person you are trying to reach no longer wants to exist,
...
The person you are trying to reach no longer exists.
But what if I yell to the stars?
Heaven nor Hell can receive your request.
When you want someone back - Oh why can life take things from you - Please don't be taken from me...
Always be willing
To accomplish much more
Continue to open your mind
Spread those wings in order to soar
Learn a trade or two
Do not waste your time
Continue to forge ahead
In order to keep it all in line
 62° 
anntomato
A Sequoia stands firm
she sways not
bends not
promises to stay that way
but time is a wearying element
it heals wounds but also makes them deeper
 58° 
Loyal
I was called a barbie girl
with zits on me face
and braces
I'm a barbie girl
In a wrong world
A human World
Change me
 52° 
saint
remember to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever

compare yourself
No longer am I
afraid of the sun, let its
rays turn me golden
I don't need to hide anymore
 49° 
Ciel Noir
one by one
storms come down and wash away
all my rough edges
 47° 
floW
D reams are more existent than reality
E ach of us experiences more pain than happiness
A ll trauma is equal
T raumatic experiences are more important than joyous ones
H ealing is inevitable, and yet impossible.
 46° 
Traveler
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!
Explanation 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
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
 46° 
Jessica Patrick
Love is pointless,
worthless,
and cheap.
Three words,
uttered,
purchased too easily.
It's exhausting,
dangerous,
and empty.
Love hurts,
painful,
basically scalding.
It's fire,
passionate,
put out with a simple breeze.
 44° 
Danielle L Cook
he said it was lust
that took over his brain
he said he was sorry
for causing me pain
he said that hes done
and it wont happen again
he said this all last time
its just part of a game
darker side of my thoughts warn me not to believe him, to fear and feel insecure, but thats not love.. and i want to believe him.
 40° 
Julia Rose
Thine smile of beauty
Eyes that of sun
You are mine
I am yours
To dream of you
Is to dream of the stars themselves
Impossible beauty
No matter what my love,
I will always be true
I hope I will receive the same,
my love
 40° 
Adrasteia
Revealing myself
To people who can’t appreciate
My deepest parts
 40° 
Steve
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.
 40° 
pink
These last two days have been more than bleak without you
And it’s even worse thinking about you being cold and scared
I just wish you were in my arms
 39° 
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 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.
 39° 
Dr Baljit Singh
In the Kin, you always find someone one step bigger
Also achievements big or smaller
Little brother brought me gifts
I said, my Christmas early

If you see her laughter
It is carefree; party enjoyable
When I read mine
Silence speaking the story

My fists close
Enough to say
Come open-heart and open my hands
I’m your big brother

Dr Baljit Singh
Thursday 21 November 2019
 39° 
maria
we are each others favourites;
no one talks first
no one talks last
but somehow
somewhere in the middle
we find each other;
maybe that's fine
written on November 22, 2019
 38° 
annie
so here's the thing:
I am always performing but
only for you.
       I give you my heart, that is raw and burning
while we lie on the floor face to face but you look away
       and wish for hers.

I want you to see me
and see.
marvel at my one untied boot.
I want you to see me.
smile at my chipped nail polish.
I want you to see me
and notice the one curl on the nape of my neck.
          I want you to see me and see.

Look at your heart.
I know it reflects someone else but
god what I would give
for you to watch my lips like I watch yours.
 38° 
Isaac
shatter your heart first
so it won’t be broken

trade your soul first
so it won’t get stolen

take your life first
so it won’t get ruined
Humans are weird.
 33° 
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.
 33° 
Middle Class
I’m full of trepidation,
I’m capricious and I’m tasteless

That’s me
that’s me

I can’t grasp their social incantations
I court them with my resignations,
honest only in our flirtations

That’s me
It seems
 33° 
Clark
he flew too high
and the sun cast him down
but if he had flown any lower
the sea would have swallowed him up
 33° 
ry
the way your hair bounces
and the way your face's creases appear
when you smile
i love your stoicness and indifference
a sea of still sparkles
your perfume envelopes me
like a hug—
a letter of invitation for my hand
to crash into yours
like a baby bird failing to fly
your voice is an annoying song
that i've put on repeat
you're warm,
i think.
but how would i really know
you're art meant to be
admired from afar
 33° 
Anne
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.
 33° 
Bummer
I would die for you even if I didn't have to

With red rivers on my wrists
 32° 
alanie
that boy with blue eyes
ice-cold rays of rising flames
how gentle they seemed
haiku!
 32° 
NC Burch
The stream splits where the stone sits,
and day-by-day the flow persists

The stone is still, the river flows,
and bit-by-bit the stone erodes

The stream can mend; the stone cannot
The stone relents; the stream resolves

The stream has won, the stone is gone!
said those unwitting of their bond

Now stone is stream, and stream is stone:
one as flesh, and one as bone

The stone lives on a million fold;
Its seedlings off to parts unknown
 32° 
Sophie
Your name is inscribed in my heart
Your voice is second to my hearing
Your being belongs to me
As my being belongs to you
I don't so much believe is soulmates but I do believe that there are people you connect with and it's just a beautiful symphony....
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