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 925° 
Caitlyn Fletcher
I may be broken
But I'm anything far from fragile
 540° 
alex
i would like my body
if it were anyone else’s
it’s just that it follows me everywhere
if i could get five minutes alone
i think i could find it in me
to miss her.
i’m realizing how much i hate the shell that i’m living in.
 320° 
Deniz Eilmore
There is 164 to be exact
Polaroids stowed under my bed
I can't look at them anymore
Those moments are dead

Each one brings an ache to my heart
I try my best to keep each tear in
I wish I hadn't been selfish, wish I was more grateful
But there is no going back to what has been.
 319° 
Janna
There's a hole in heart

A void in my mind

A deep desire for nothing but want

A need for something like fun

Adventure and thrills

Seekers and pills

Falling into a blackness

So dark I'm turning blue

Such stark it's only true

Helpless and innocent

Forgiving and iridescent

I bond with strangers

Act bold, I'm not the tamest

I am stuck, so stuck

I don't know how to get out of here

This place, this room, this hide

This mask, this facade,

This glass, this wall, this broken bridge

It is all burning up into flames

Watch it, sink

Down it goes deep into

Black Waters

- soulwriterj
Written in a state of fragility and lostness.
IG: @soulwriterj
 291° 
indigochild
i don’t know if you changed, or if i just saw more of who you already were
- you made me not recognize my own reflection
 262° 
Lauren
By. Lauren

I have so many things to write,
But
I'm afraid to write.
Because,
I'm afraid to feel.
And since
I'm afraid to feel,
I'm afraid to love.
And
I'm stuck with the same situation again.
Because,
I have so many things to write,
But
I'm afraid to write.
 254° 
Me
What are you writing?
why are you writing?
Everyone wants to know

But I don't want them to know

that I write poems

and what
my poems
are about
 249° 
Amy Childers
Oh, what a delicious day it is
To get my heart locked on the fence.
You can not climb over it
Even if you did I would never let you in.

You can bang,
Batter,
And bruise
But my heart is made out of steel.

I will never upon my gate again
Because your love was too real.
 240° 
Dean
shirt off, golden rays shining on pale skin.
my necklace,
turned backwards as i tossed and turned in the night.
your fingertips gracing my skin
as you undid the hook
and placed the jewelry on the bedside table.
i turned to see your face, eyes gleaming back at mine.

but it was just a dream,
and you’re turned away as i wake to snow outside.
so i cry silently as i wait for you to wake.
this happened this morning and i’ve never wanted a dream to continue more in a long time.
 220° 
Max Yiu
Your aseptic words
Carefully crafted
Like a careful carpenter
Or a surgeon with his scapel
Wreathes me with fire and smoke
Sophistry in its finest form
 220° 
Dennis Parkhomenko
Poetry. Ah, what a wonderful thing
Like a calm stream, the words flow
Hearing or reading, we are under its spell
Forever and ever, in my head it will sing
 204° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
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 197° 
viola
loving you is chasing a rainbow
forever searching for
the *** of gold
that does not
exist.
 144° 
Julia Betancourt
if
if

the more i feel,
the more it hurts

and the more it hurts,
the more i feel

then do i keep feeling?
 130° 
cursedreveries
once upon a time,
seven princesses
and a dreaming dwarf
stood in the face
of a broken looking glass.
a short, vague piece. insecurity at its finest.
 130° 
Day
Why why why why why
why am why why why
why why I why why
why why why hiding why
why why why why ?
a constant mind game I play
 106° 
Path Humble
the count starts now (tired of tired)


I read your outcry at 3:00am
posted on Facebook

you are
tired of tired
sick of sick
the only question, will it ever end...

rise this day,  start another way...

count your blessing
count against all odds
for there are more than merely one

use both hands
both hands chested to feel the heart thrusting,
for living is a wondrous blessing unique
an unbelievable to believe than so many beats,
born and borne,
by you, a strength unequaled,
you a richness possessed

count that one first.
count my hands holding your shoulders.
count that as two, one for me, one for you.

more? more.  

mirror.  find the tiny light in each eye against a yellow backdrop.

add two more. for they are a sparking confidence of confirming.

you felt the heart thrumming
go back, feel the breathing warmth breaching forth.
add another. for now known you can never ever be cold.

wash the face, wash away the caution that sleep leaves,
the coverlet of fear that fears you not to dare,
amazing that tap water plain is sacred when it
miracle breaks you out and anoints thy forehead with pure oil like the kings of yore, be a kingly human being.

go out. do not return
until one act of kind is performed and
count that as a thousand blessed, a sum recurring recounted

walk humble and the path will always appear.
walk contented for you can be both king and servant,
there is no difference - you must be both to be the other
one.

and if you still cannot raise the head,
call me.
that would be a blessing for me
and I will hear your blessings sounds mine merge,
dear friend and no more stranger,
that is the simplest definition of our learning to count to
infinity
4:00am I read your cry on facebook
 101° 
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
 93° 
Semihten5
desert's desolate
in my soul
night's trace
 89° 
Mohd Arshad
You
Could measure
One's happiness

By the life of one's smiles
 88° 
Luna Maria
what if
the wounds won't heal?
what if
my heart keeps aching
so bad?
what if
my tears won't stop
flowing?

what if
I just give up?
I want to escape the pain so much.
 87° 
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
 82° 
Jessica LeVario
I say that i'm fine
But i'm going insane
I say that i'm good
But i'm in a lot of pain
I say that it's nothing
But really it's a lot
I say that i'm okay
But really i'm not

You may see me smile
But dont be decieved
You may see me laugh
But it's not what you believe
You may see me cry
But my pain you won't
You may think you know me
But really you don't
~j.l.
Every face wears a mask
 79° 
Yasin
Sometimes
poems
make
me
want
to
write
in
a
crowd
of
only
one
person.
For you.
 75° 
Brooklynn Rogers
hurt me.
please.
break my heart.
tear me to pieces with your words.
make me feel something.
anything.
 73° 
Sydney
Alone
Sometimes peaceful
Sometimes loud
Sometimes sad
Sometimes good
Lonely is different
Lonely is bad
And scary
Can’t see, can’t hear, can’t breath,
Loneliness suffocates
 69° 
Ava
I’m
       Falling
                     Down
                                  A
                                       Staircase
                                                        With
                                                                  No
                                                    Chance
                                             Of
                            Getting  
                    Up
Everything
                     Disintegrates
                                               I
                                                   Destroy
                                                                  Anything
                                                                                    I
                                                                       Touch
 68° 
Star BG
I look to the East and with deepen breath,
free my soul inside love.
I look to the West and with dancing steps,
free my soul inside dreams.
I look to the South and with open eyes,
free my soul inside visions.
I look to the North and with hearts song,
free my soul as my mind follows.
Free Mind thank you for inspiring me
 64° 
last rainy night
i was always behind you
and somehow it was enough;
loving you from afar
 63° 
Kurt Philip Behm
The Democrat party,
  all masters and slaves

G.O.P. left in tatters,
  their promises frayed

Haves lie to the have nots
  bright futures a whim

As the dragon’s fire burns
  —the thick with the thin

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)
 63° 
eidorian
flowers in the river flows
with gladness and sincerity is fading slowly
the petals rushed downward below
lol
 62° 
gbye
box
i tidy all the words you've ever said
delicately place them in the box
with all the words i never said
because its time to let you go
 60° 
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.
 54° 
jsb
you're not gone
I just can't see you anymore
and you'll forever live on
in each and every drop of my blood
 52° 
Natasha
I've lost a piece of myself today
I've left pieces of me here and there
and maybe everywhere.
Can I rebuild myself?

A jagged piece is all that's left of me
It has sharp edges and cuts deeply
Don't mean for it to happen
Just trying to guard this last piece of me.

If I collect all the pieces I've lost of mine
Can I rebuild this broken heart in time?
Or I could leave every ripped off piece of me
and just guard the last, sharp, jagged piece and fly free?
Today is a bad day. Get up again and try tomorrow. It might be better then
 52° 
Daniel Ruiz
Love, just love,
love poems that fall from my reach just to be read by you,
making butterflies appear in your stomach every little word,
my fingers tend to type,
and your existence, as beautiful...
no, more beautiful than the best love poem ever written,

existence that falling feet first fell into my life,
hitting my head with confidence and for the first time in a
while, sparks.

You being there ignited my will to live,
made me feel a better man,
you reading this poem
makes my heart beat faster
than my reckless driving.

Your smile and charismatic
soul gravitates happiness upon my life.

You existence is more beautiful than anything i could ever write,
That's why i love you so much.
 51° 
Luiz
not
                              a  

                                                 ­        choice

           if
it                                is

it  

                                       never
was
you gave me a word to hold onto
it got me through the night
felt nice for a while
but we both know this isn't right
keeping your distance is a crime
I know this by the hurt in my chest
someone's placed you here in front of
me as a torturing test
you've put a gun to my head and I'm asking to die
for the sake of being dead
what I would do for you to crawl out of her
and into my bed
 48° 
Chris Letford
I was always told when I was younger,
that sticks and stones may break my bones,
but names would never hurt me.

But
Bones will heal,
bruises will subside
and cuts will mend.

They never told me that the names would stay with me.
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