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Broken heart, broken dreams
Broke everything except me
im running out of time.
it’s 8:03 am, i need a nap
Renn Powell
i was the flesh you needed
to cover your aching bones
but then your skeleton
decided he didn't need a home
as I look into your eyes,
I can see an intense desire,
unconsciously you bite your lips,
oh I wanna taste them.
I hate this feeling,
and you come near me,
you lift my chin,
and kissed me intensely.

I pushed you away.

I am not yet ready to play with fire.
Poetry is a
good way of helping you get
to a lovely place
it sure as helped me x
Jolan Lade
Your eyes locked my vision down
Your voice woke a beast in my chest
Your hug created electricity in my head
Your kiss made my heart warm
But will you love me past dawn?
Uncertainty rules my head
Stu Harley
her tune
highest pitch
in love
Summer Shellhamer
I leave a trail of shattered hearts.. so frail..
Clumsy I am...
I have to sadly reject people that ask me out..
Remind me why
We're stuck in this world
Of stressed quietness throughout
Constant motion
And when they try to mention
Age, their sickened view of innocent
Reality, but not really
And feign surprise when they send us to our
The pieces lay shattered
On the ground
He came along
And said
This is beautiful
Picked up each piece
Marveled at it
Kissed it
And put it with another
He looked
At what he fixed
And he said
You are beautiful
She replied
Thank you
For saving me
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
Barbara R Maxwell
He was dreaming
He still felt her hand in his
It was as if it was really there
It wasn’t

He felt the warmth and touch of it
It brought him comfort and peace

The power of care and love
And for a single passing moment, you were mine. I caved. I stopped trying to push my love away. I opened the locked door that was never content. I let myself love you. And In a blink of an eye, the lock went back on the restlessly beaten door. I tortured my self to control my uncontainable love. You are my biggest fault. An addict is what I’ve become. Addicted to your *******.
Tylese Bennett
I love you,
I know we've been together in the past,
I know.

I know that I have hurt you,
I know.

You know you've hurt me.
You know.

But if we are putting all this behind us,
and still falling in love with eachother everyday,
we were meant to last.
After all of these happen before
Just maybe, I got trust issues

Don't lose faith in me,
because I already lost it.
This place
This place
Drowns me in emptiness
Mizzy Vitorillo
i tried to go to the places you and i used to go
but you weren't there
so i went to the places you and i didn't
still, you weren't there

now, i'm in a place i am no longer familiar with

at last
in the place where i felt lost---
i found you
Karen Browner
I've seen you around for a while.
I wonder what your name is.
I want to see you smile.

Hey brown eyes,
don't you want to come out and play?
Behind the rude girl,
   There is a girl,
       With a soft heart,
            Who trusted,
Once upon a time.......
Just don't judge people without knowing them or their history.
Because may time the people who are hurt so bad o er and over tend to become rude and cold
Their true self might be so beautiful that u may fall in love
They have been through so much in life that  they are so closed and reserved.
Just give them a chance
They are sitting in there , in a dark room facing the walls and crying,  that they have forgotten what light is.
All they need is a hand to hold , an ear which listens and a person who guides them back to light, to life....
you keep me up at night love
thinking of our future
and how wild the odds are
that i found you
Temporal Fugue
I know I won't get to all
but ******, I'm gonna try
thumb up to every comment
up until the day I die

I can't react to every line and word
but ****** I can try
thumbs up to ever poet/poetess
maybe no one has, to cry

I'm just a singularity
but ****** all too ****
we, as a community
stand up, and hear the yell

I'm not you, and you're not me
but when you see thumbs down
chime in with words and thumbs
chase the trolls, outta HP town
Thumbs down has no other purpose that to provide trolls with a mechanism to pester and put forth their hate. REMOVE it! You can't control how many accounts people have here (it's not realistic to assume you can) so remove their reason for creating them!
Nothing really left to say :(

Thank you my friends for the daily, I feel undeserving, but extremely, appreciative! :) (bow)
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
by: MissPine

Baby kiss me good night,
And say 'I love you' to me,
Then hug me so tight,
'Cause it makes me feel free.
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
I shall let you go now –
you were but a lucid dream;
a plume of fantasies
I exhaled in a lurch of longing.

Let me say goodbye
before I forget… to miss you.
Darling, you were the knife
I used to cut through
this long nursed ache that is life.
You will feel my fire
See the raging blaze
As it burns your eyes
But still
You'll walk into the flames
You must be a fool
To think
Any man could survive me
Needless to say I like the silence
But not complete silence
Nor the artificial silence with the buzzing and energy made by the 21 st century
I like the authentic silence created by mother of all living
The whispers of the voices in your head
The hush tone of the wind talking to the trees
But most of all the loneliness that is provided
Because sometimes I like being alone and feeling sad
That way I at least know I can feel something
But that’s not the point
Authenticity is nice but sometimes lying hurts less and sometimes I like that too
Kind of been struggling to keep myself up to it
I wasn't born
With this hole in my heart
But it developed gradually
When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art.
Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours!
But just then, I was grayed and torn
Just like  withered flowers!
The pain! Yes the pain
Is unbearable
My tears all are in vain
They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable!
I am fed up of emotional breakdown
My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town!
I know, sorrows are part of life
But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife!
I try my best to just forget and move on
But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult...
Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
I don't trust,
   Trust me.

I only see what my broken mind allows,

All the times I'd need'd myself most,
   I wasn't there.

and still, I am impresent to be but what flows,

Please beware,
   my mind.

Never speak to me a promise.
   'tis but a lie you don't yet know you've told.


I don't know what I'm writing anymore.
   My hands move if but of their own accord,
whilst I watch the show.
   Every line is a piece of my story I've never read before.

So please ignore,
   if this makes no sense.
I am always tensed with what I don't know.
When my mind and heart conspire,
I scrawl,

I scribe my pains away.

~Robert van Lingen
Hello Prolly
I miss you
                                 I kiss you, too
Oh, I love you )
                                     I live you, too
David P Carroll
A soft whisper
A gentle kiss
A perfect moment
A warm touch

Her precious touch
Her bright eyes
Our hearts connected
In true love

Hands held
Soft breathing
Hearts beating in rhythm
We come together as one

A perfect moment
To be happy
Simply enjoying
Life together in love,

Forever I softly Whisper, It's you and me forever in love.
Staring out the window
I only see your face
Smiling, joking, laughing

Across the way, there’s a house
And in it, all the lights are on
Warming, glowing, sharing

And there I could see us
Radiant in all that brilliance
Dancing, living, loving
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
I don't know why God gave me you to wrap yourself around me.
No one's embrace has ever been wide enough to cover the surface area of my pain.
No one's heart has been strong enough to carry around my guilt.
No one's eyes have been wise enough to see through my excuses.
Only you.
And for that, I thank God every day.
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
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.
I beg for forgiveness,
as I sin every night,
but I can’t bare looking at the world each day,
knowing it will end,
maybe not for me,
but for someone else.
Drake F
"I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk"
A million words

Would not bring

You back,I know

Because i tried.

A million tears,

Would not bring

You back,I know

Because i cried.

Sometimes in life,you just

Need a hug,No words,No advice,

Just a hug to make you feel better.
sister died 09/03/19
self harming
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