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he's here

and once again i fall slowly
light as a feather
gravitating to the river
to be washed away
by the peaceful flow
Elliott's Window
You've learned the way that light knows
Through windows, cracks, and doors
To gain my heart from out my chest
And offer me all yours
inspired by the sun
and someone just as bright
Fearless challenges
Tearless crying
Loveless relationships
Sunless days
Starless nights
Windowless houses
Snowless winters

Less is never more....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 262
Is less ever more?
ask me where I want to go
"I dont know"
Ask me if its okay to stay and sleep
"I dont know"
Ask me where I want to eat
"I dont know
Ask me if i want to leave
"i dont know
Ask to hold my hand
Ask to kiss me
ask to date me
Ask to love me

im indecisive with everything but you i just want you
kiss me like you want to be loved
William Marr
Lying back to back on a plate
an orange
and a banana
each dream
its own dream

Cézanne comes over
gives the banana
a half turn
Its graceful inner curve now
embraces the orange’s plumpness

Instantly the air softens
the color fluid
and rich
living with a roommate can be difficult.
especially when your ongoing disability,
becomes a twenty-questions game.
"why are you not in class"
"why are you missing work"
the constant pestering of her voice,
makes me feel like i am a failure.
i have a disability, and i am not a failure.
i deserve my right to privacy due to my disability.
i do not deserve to be questioned every time,
i feel like death.
my disability, is MY disability.
respect my privacy.
i am ranting to let out my frustration regarding my disability and pestering roommate who cannot understand what my disability entails.
loved and understood for all of the things
in spite of the poison I spewed

ran away from myself, my feelings, my love, my hatred

I hated all the things that came from me

but I loved all the things that ran from me

all the things that swore I was not good enough for, I should be alone


uncared for

but instead love has lifted me

from my airy grave

and into the open arms

of the most beautiful human on the face of this earth
they love words
distorting their meaning
Random Guy
isang linggo na
mula noong una
mo akong kausapin ulit
makalipas ang walong taon
ano na
tanda mo pa ba
palitan ng alaala
na tila ba nakalimutan na
pero hindi pa pala
dahil sa likod ng mga nakwentong pangyayari
ay kabisado pa ang bawat detalye
at ngayon
isang linggo na
mula noong una
mo akong kausapin ulit
makalipas ang walong taon
at ang mas nakapagtataka
at ang mas nagpapasakit sa puso kong masakit na
ay kung paanong tila mas mabagal ang oras
ng isang linggo
kaysa sa walong taon
Faizel Farzee
I stand before you with my heart on my sleeve
Drench with the rain of my love
I beg you with every ounce of soul's life
Please turn back the moment, to the point where I did not need to shed tears for you not to leave

When the sun smiled down on us in wonder
How sinful for a love so perfect to exist in this world
Before the stormy winds drowned out the light in our life
When just the sight of your lips had my lungs gasping to breathe.
The moment when your emotions fail to understand
When you need desire just to stand
When you wish time would turn back
When love was a masquerade
And your love with theirs went hand in hand
Emma Price
Oh, my dear
please calm my fear
by staying near
as the demons jeer
and the ghosts leer
whisper in my ear
when the coast is clear
~much love
I look outside my window
As the morning light shines
on fresh green leaves.
I shut the front door to my house
and feel the crisp spring air refresh my skin.
I walk past the rose bush beside my porch
and see tiny red buds beginning to grow.
Looking at the branches I can’t help but wish we were like them,
Together in one place.

You look outside your window
As the snow covers your world in white.
You leave your apartment
With two pairs of socks on
To keep your feet warm.
As you walk towards your car,
you hear the snow crunch and the light it reflects almost blinds you.
You wonder what it would be like to hear my footsteps
Break the ice right beside yours.

We’re 712 miles away
But feel a world apart.
Your heart is so far away from mine,
Our worlds polar opposites.
But soon my roots will be dug up
And where will I grow next?
Will I stay with the rosebuds and watch them grow,
Or intertwine my gloved hands with yours when we leave for work in the morning?

What will it be like when we go from 712 miles to 0?

Dedicated to my love, who is Ann Arbor, Michigan.
Always sending you my love from Atlanta.
I'm ready to close the distance.
Lamar Cole
The night was made for romance.
In the night our two hearts dance.
Under the stars our lips touch.
In the garden your embrace means so much.

The night was made for love.
Our hearts cooing like a white dove.
Your eyes sparkling like diamonds so white.
I love you darling with all my might.

The night was made for caring and trust.
And darling, God made this night for us.
there is no beauty in her words
only a hatred so strong
it turns ever breath of hers to ash.
you do this everytime
with tears, collecting my things for good
you are my past now
about how well we finally have to leave
JR Morales
I thought your eyes I could dismiss,
And your smile I wouldn't miss,
But I still feel your lips
Giving me a permanent marker kiss
I Tried
Petulant in her bedrock,
Serene in the eyes of the crowd,
Alas! Oblivion but not.
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.
Shambling legs
And tired eyes
Fake smiles
And lovely lies
My mind gets nowhere
Whenever I talk, deal, and work
The trauma - being so jumpy
Feeling down in the mouth

Why people are so rude
They got me thinking that I’m fake
It’s crazy, can’t change it
It stresses me out

Love expects you to change
I’m tired of myself
Girl it’s true, I want to fast forward
As I can’t sleep tonight
Your words glide
Over my
Heart like a
Skater skates
On ice lakes.

Slowly you
Wear me down;
Carve your words
Onto my
Heart with blades.

One time you
Will cut through
And fall in
Through the crack
That you made.

You will try
To climb out,
But you are
Stuck in the
Void with me.

Now you'll know
Just the harm
That a few
Words can cause.
Can't you tell?
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
It makes you cry and leaves you sad
But you like the salt and you love the mad
divinity m
It’s hot outside
Yet standing here next to you
It is colder than a morgue
Delia Grace
It’s far more difficult
Than I expected it to be.
It takes a lot out of me,
It really does.
And I’m sorry it does this
To you
And to me
But mostly to you.
You deserve better than this
And I know it’s my fault.

But that’s relative
Because sometimes,
paper is the only one
who listens.
"Dead people receive more flowers
than the living ones
because regret is stronger
than gratitude."

-Anne Frank
Jonathan Polivka
Seconds now turn into moments.

My mind wonders trough these torments.
A vast unexplored region of memories,
A blacked out map of possibilities.

Moments turn into many mistakes,
A blanket of cool air calming the stakes.

I think back to the seconds of haste,
A dream of brilliant light not gone to waste.

Here in the dark, on the precipice of pain

I stand.
Death is not pretty.
Death is not brave,
Death is not freedom
Or grace
Or clarity
Or glorious.
Death is lonely,
And vastly disappointing.
I do not recommend you try it.
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
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!
Go through the struggles
And find your mark
Enlighten and elevate yourself
Be the one to provide the spark
Nothing is ever easy
You may tumble before you rise
Maintain your composure
And keep your eyes on the prize
She loved and valued others
as exactly as they are.
Then proudly watched them as they changed to the truest and best versions of themselves.
I wore it again
and people complimented me
they say red is my color
and it suits me.

it's too thick and dark
did I overapply
no, it's the right amount
just enough
to make them think
I'm fine.

I look at myself
in the mirror,
and they're right
red shines on me,
so I applied
another layer,
and another
until my lips felt too thick,
but my eyes still see
the scars beneath it.
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.
Love me
naked beyond
flesh or bone,

trace your
fairytale dreams
to memory upon
my lips,

runaway your
passion and lust
across my eyes,

and never
let the sun
run to retire.

and deep inside
our eyes
we will define
our destiny,

and we you
will never
let each other go.

and as all
of your love
falls out
of time..

nothing will
be left
but you and I.

so let me
be your

and never
be satisfied
with less.

to be young
to die old
inside  your
angel eyes

and sing.
Alex Teng
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
what if we were made
to enjoy the sin?
Jason James
Well Mike has failed,
So has Joe.
I suppose I wait on William,
But that's a long wait.
But it's okay
I still have beer money.
Logan Paul
Hazy forest
A huge, solid snake slithers
betrayed by the grass
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.
You meet the right people
At the wrong times.

That thing could’ve worked
If it was a bit later,
Or maybe a bit sooner.

We would’ve worked
If it was at a different time
In a different place.
With different people

We could’ve lasted.

You were the right person
At the wrong time.
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