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I am in love with the way you avoid me
It reminds me of myself
The sky falls every time I see you.

The sun reveals a no man’s land.

Where hearts once plentiful have all been broken

swept away into an endless sand
It seems so simple and effortless to become a poet
Just write out your emotions and be vibrant with the pain through your words
Simple enough..
Now what about when you're trying to hide your adversities..
While trying to be transparent about your feelings?
Or how about performing in front of large groups of people..
While trying to detain your tears and imprison the pain
Is it still so uncomplicated?

Poetry is a gift..
Katelyn Billat
I think of the nights in your car.
Watching the stars.
I pointed out the ones that fell,
While you watched me from the driver's seat.
One night I saw three,
Set ablaze by gravity.
I silently wished upon them
For it to always be that way.
You telling me such sweet things.
Making me feel wanted and understood.
Sliding your hands through my hair.
Fingertips dancing across my skin.
You didn't pay attention to
The falling rocks,
You watched as my heart fell
From the sky and right onto your lap.
You were the one person
That made the world disappear.
Now we're strangers.
You've hurt me like I've done to others.
Past pain floods in my ribs.
I suppose the tears
Are just the ones I owe.
black curtain over

the city skyline,

apothic explosions

of transformers.

flickering subway cars--

snap portraits.

Picasso's: Blue Period

Butch Decatoria
Break him down, then build him up—both requires strength.
It’s morning! Finally morning on the even ebb of eve.
The tides! The marina’s tides are thick like wicker’s weave.

What sand has shifted? What news from Diego’s dawn?
From covers; the bark of seals sing like a bay yacht’s yawn.

Dinghy docks and pristine clamor; now I hear the bells!
No, not the toll it takes, but just the charm it spells.

I orient, I wake. I’m quick to smile; the sun follows suit.
Searching south; the daily buzz on right, and left: a bay that’s mute.

But the sound’s not snuffed, you see, motors have plenty to spare.
Because whether or not you knew or noticed, the navy never seems to care.

Compelled and called from my fruitful rest; muesli munched with jams.
These charts and graphs I take with me while I brew my grind of grams.
A cozy meditation on my morning routine. A little slice of life when the sun comes up in my neck of the woods. I feel warm and safe when I hear those seals. (Sometimes even in the middle of the night!)
Yacov Mitchenko
Once in a while
it invades
a silent space
when one's alone -

with a feel
of distant hills,
of October's
fallen blood.

It invades
with the music
of the unattainable,
of a loneliness
that'll never be shed.

It graces
with its absence too.
In the arms of a lover,
in the presence of a friend,
one can dream - if briefly -
the end
of loneliness; a lover's touch
can be a flowerbed
of forgetting much.
Sometimes I wonder
If I’ve gone too far.
Stepped out of my place,
Reached up that extra inch,
Or ran that extra mile.

Sometimes I have,
But usually,
It just becomes a wonderful conversation starter.
I always wonder this for two firsts with a friend:
When I first swear,
And when I first make a ****** remark or joke.
(Dark humor is usually acceptable for ppl my age if the previous is ok)
Nola Leech
I can’t forgive her
More than that I don’t want to forgive her
I don’t want to heal according to some book
That doesn’t know me or what I’ve been through
I don’t want to read a book
That wants me to forgive, forget and accept her back into my life
Because I won’t do that
I can’t do that
Yes I’m hurt
Yes I’m angry
But I don’t want to hurt according to the guidelines
Of somebody else
She came into my life like a whirlwind
Distracting,  attracting, impacting me
Fought for you and died a little
Now sitting here sad and
Asking, crashing, and relapsing
Because you left like a whirlwind
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
My pillow is the only thing that lets me rest my head on
(And I think Im in love with it)
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
When I try to understand,
The knots in my brain tighten just that little bit more.

I'm sorry we failed you.
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
sandra wyllie
of you second-guessing me
he said. He sounded perturbed
on ever word.

I’m sick
of your rage
he told me before. But if he
lived the violent life I had
he’d have some rage for sure.

I’m sick
of being lovesick
over you. Sick of you making
promises that you never kept. Always
saying that you’d be there –
then left
fighting to get back
a semblance that was

I’m sick
because I relied on you
and then
you broke my heart

I’m sick
of being sick
and never
getting fixed!!

And I'm too sick to start!
Keiya Tasire
It is a beautiful bonding
Between a human and pet.
Opening hearts.
Healing wounds.
Revealing the Light within.
To grow,
To renew,
And to shine
In relationship.
Yes, a beautiful bond,
One of our greatest joys is the love that exists between a human being and their pet. Whether the pet is a horse, cat, dog, or something else, it does not matter. Each relationship can be rich with healing, learning, growth, love, and joy.
There are many things I find beautiful:

Boys who love flowers,

children laughing,

flower crowns.

Drawings on wrists,

shimmery eyeshadow,

dainty jewelry,

worn pictures,

hands covered in acrylic paint,

but all the while,
nothing can compare to you, love.
For you, are the greatest beauty of all.
There are four kinds of men in life.
I have called them Winter,
Autumn and Summer.
Summer being my least favorite
Winter being men of snow who melt
And Autumn the perfect cast of shade.
I am Spring as I am always awakening
And they are forever changing.
But there is only one called Love.
And he is calling to me.
I am a nameless dew drop
On a scent less flower
Longing for my Beloved
To dissolve me in His arms

Fly away oh clouds!
Of dense and dark illusion
Let me cast my eyes just once
Upon the one I love

Before I die
For His radiant Being.
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
From the day I told her I was crazy about her,
She did all to hurt
Fell in love with a mutual friend
To keep me at bay
If only I had my way
I would make it end
Not their relationship which is hot,
But my love for her
Cos I'm I bleeding for nothing
Bleedingfornothing Lovehurts
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
Joseph Rice
Dark eyes compel me to act
Rash without fact and tact.

Pulse and life quicken within
That memory of sin and gin

And then death
Because end
Is absolute.
andrea nicole
I. He stopped by my apartment
and poured his heart out on the carpet,
knees bruised and eyes wild. We fell silent,
unspoken words lingering in the air
as the sun stilled. I held his hand.

II. Tears streamed down his face,
crossing the constellations on his cheeks.
He looks at me. I say nothing.
“Why does love hurt?”

III. “It’s meant to,” I reply,
tangling our fingers together. We watch
the morning bleed through clouds.
i realized
Words roll off,
My sweetened lips.
Like water off,
My finger tips.

Tears roll off,
My pale cheeks.
Like memories off,
My troubled mind.
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
Doors give me closure.
Just a super short line that popped into my head.
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
I wonder,
when you look at her
do you still wish it was me?

I wonder,
when you talk about your dreams
do you still hear me cheering?

I wonder,
whenever you hear a giggle
is mine still an echo in your head?

I wonder,
whenever you have a bad day
Do you still want to hear my voice?

I wonder,
if this season
reminds you of me
letting go is hard.
Shes like a sunflower!
He exclaimed
Then his eyes darkened
"wanna see me rot her roots?"
thats when i knew he never loved me, he loved the power over me.
Time is always ticking.
It's what you do with it that matters.
Are you building yourself up or tearing yourself down?
Are you working on yourself or working on other people?

Focus on yourself.
You are your own person
and at the end of the day you are all you have.

Love yourself when no one else does.
Forgive yourself for your own faults.
Accept yourself when you feel unwanted.

You're not perfect and no one expects you to be.

You are me and I love you.
You are beautiful, intelligent, kind and you have a beautiful heart.
You are you
and the best version there could ever be :)
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
Chandler M
Can't get over you


I'll forgive myself

For thirsting over you
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
Elizabeth Meza
and for a second i remembered why i fell in love with you all those years ago
it wasn’t just the laugh or the way your eyes lingered for a half a second too long but the way you made me feel in your presence,
like there was nothing else in the world that could draw your attention from my words.
but then i remembered, the temper, the walls, the vast insecurities that strangled you at night, and i remembered why i moved on,
you could never love me the way you loved being lost and i knew
i could never find you.
Ugo Victor
Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?
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