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There is a point in your life,
where you'll see exactly who you are,
every flaw...every perfection,
everything will be laid out in front of your eyes.

This may become the moment of first death,
Or may be the moment of a second beautiful birth,
Whatever it may be,
Is totally up to you.

So what's your next move?
Mike Hauser
Happily ever after
With children at play
Amidst the skipping and laughter
Where love has its say
On all that matters

Tell me a story of...

All people, all nations
Coming together
In what we have to say
Listening to each other
Sister to sister
Brother to brother

Tell me a story of...

Where it's not about self
But about others
No matter nationalities
Religion or color
Remove all the hate
Pull back the covers

Tell me a story of...

Happily ever after
The rest of our days
Where we look at each other
All the same way
Where all that matters
Is love has its say

Tell me a story of...
Not Black,
Not white,
Nor Brown,
If it is living being,
It matters.
Love all,
Be kind,
Be happy.
--Jayalalita B Iyer
Chris Saitta
Says the soldier to his love,
When he holds her handful of fantasy
That itself recalls holy wine and bread,
The blood bleeds into his own hands is all.

Says the soldier to his love when he crawls
To impotence of mud and stone sediments
That augur not a fleshen but a fossil birth,
Like the bone of the once-masticating jaw.

Said the soldier to his love, when he fell face first
Into the nuptials of lily, delphinium, and dark earth,
I only wish to be the petals for your wedding, my love...
Addison Hubbs
Forget me,
I ask you.
I forgot my smile,
I forgot my laugh.
I forgot me as a child,
I forgot my wrath.
For I have forgotten myself.
So don’t try and think that I am near
I won’t be here
And go away,
Once I fade,
Forget my wrath,
Forget me as a child.
Forget my laugh,
Forget my smile.
I ask you,
Forget me.
I have a badge, an official hat
I know the law, but have no heart
Run your best, I am in uniform
In this attire, my integrity is deformed.

I have a shield, Sirens and gun
I love your chains, I hate your guts
In your best days, your innocence is guilt
Even in your grace, all I see is filth.

You take me as your saviour
Well, I can't, I have lost that savour
My evils shine night and in daylight
In 9 minutes, my protection will take your life.

Your 'I can't breathe' we only give you a grave
Be still, it is televised, you will enjoy the rave
I don't war alone, my demons are with me
You are not alone, there have been and there will always be.

You can call me names, but the deal is done
You can agitate all day, what next when all is said and done?
You can chain me, there are millions with my mind
It is not a war for the street, it is a war of the mind.
Inspired by Floyd' George
it hurts and feels like nothing

i swear im not holding back my tears

...only if you try to see me crying
but no one can see through doors

and you only expect the worse in the wrong way

what do you do other than what someone forces you or tells you to do?

what you want, i guess

if you can't have that...then nothing

go to bed

all day

until you


or suffer living life

i'll do the second one

and face fear from the side
sorry if i'm selfish, it's hard to not be when you're suffering.

you want everyone to make you feel better because you can't make yourself feel that way.

i can do it slightly, but you do it so much better.

and also, if i'm so 'strong', why do i feel so weak?

maybe because i'm not strong...
Hatred makes you stronger
What is there to stop you when care is no longer
Hatred makes you unhappy
Nothing that can't be solved with a lil therapy
Hatred makes you run
Fell free, go far ,for reasons to turn back are none
Hatred makes you free
Noone can hold you back not even with a dramatic plea
Hatred makes you stronger
Kyle White
They call it drug abuse
But who's abusing who
Are you abusing drugs
Or are they abusing you?
Em MacKenzie
There is only so long
you can struggle to make a bed
before you realize,
that it's a futon.
An old note I wrote down months and months ago.
through magenta clouds
dazzling shards of eve sunlight
did cleverly cut
twenty dollars is not worth a life.
I stopped writing

For awhile.

Because I found that when I write
It’s so real.
It’s like hearing back my own words from the lips of someone wiser

Not from a broken child,
But from a bitter miser.
I am awake always
Painfully aware. I can’t sleep and I can’t quiet the noise in my head.
I was starring at you
Smile behind you
Screaming while cutting you
Until you ask me "U okay?"
I realized it's all in my mind.
Still remember the kisses you first gave me
Time where we don't care, living life free
Reminiscing my past which was all you
Happy careless,  didn't got a single clue
I thought you were my forever
Turns out, I'm just the lesson giver.
"If only people looked within me
If only my color didn't matter
they hate me!
they make my heart shatter...

At a tender age
they made me feel
like a bird in a cage

People of 'my kind'
survive not for long...
those people don't listen
they just know
we are wrong

Don't treat us like this
why can't we live with
no hatred and bliss?"
This entire poem is quoted as this is not about me...its about all those people who get treated unequally everyday and try their very best to fit in.
sun sets
behind the mountains,
we are reminded everyday-
There is always beauty to be found amidst darkness.

-FJ. Pacaldo
|Fibonacci Poem |poetistician
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
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
Northern Poet
It's time for a name
Not to be just another 'name'

To anyone who lost a life
You didn't die in vain

Colour doesn't matter
Inside we're all the same

It's time to stop the suffering
It's time to stop the pain
I detest
That we are
So far apart
Yet also so close.
It just hurts
So much
But also,
And I'm a
Of confusion.
Sometimes I wonder
if noise had a colour
then what shade
would silence be
Bunny Rubinstein
I have kissed boys


People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
I long for love
without heartache.
To be free from pain,
and sadness.
In a world shrouded in darkness,
I long for the light.
you can't have a rainbow without a little rain
Difficult times.
Like im running this treadmill.
Destination climb.
Wrong intentions.
But I write with a pencil.
Right brain mental.
Left with directions of devils.
Down with the rythym
But I left it up
To my head to
Develope  my level
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
You cant escape reality
When it hugs you like a casket
Ready to burry you deep into the ground

December 1, 2018
Tell me your name
Uncover your life
And show what's inside your unreadable mind
I'm asking for help
I beg you to stay
And rescue my soul from drowning in flame
Luna Maria
while we
let the sun kiss our skin
we watched the sky
through the leaves
and talked
about the weight of the world
which is laying on the shoulders
of our generation
these days are making it worth to stay.
And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't
a girl
her eyes red and crusted

a boy
missing an eye now- the blood so dark it's

and why do they go for the eyes.

as if blindness will make us compliant

it helps us to see.
World Upside Down

idly chatting+ hugging+fawning over a new born
boisterous laughter
bestowal  of compliments
holding the door for someone
blithely ignoring people
people to be  annoyed at
not feeling like a germ
six feet of separation
rarely seeing children
dread nor fear
social strictures and biological conditions, missed opportunities
I made a mistake
I meant to be perfect

But I colored outside the lines
On purpose

I crossed the line
That meant to keep the lines inside

Because I'm not supposed to do it
Ken Pepiton
Tell a blue bird she is beautiful,
she will say,
I know.
Verdant Quo
like water
I poured myself into her until she was overflowing at the brim

like reinforced steel
I bridged my heart to hers and welded myself to her soul

like the sun
I filled myself with light to cover her darkness

like a blanket
I shielded her from the harsh world underneath the covers

like magnets
I orbited her aura until we inevitably collided

like a seed
I felt myself growing up from her

Then, like an idiot
I could tell she felt nothing.
Logan Robertson
For almost 2 days, now, I have been wondering what has been going on.

I can't upvote and comment on poems, and most poems that I see posted have no view counts.

By now one would have hoped that the fallen would gotten back on their feet.

I just wish there was a voice out there, somewhere, instead of speculating.

Logan Robertson

I used to have interaction on here but for the past 6 months my account has had zero.
No one is seeing my writing. Please help
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.
the black-rose
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.

she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.

she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
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