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Sunrise to sunset.
I miss every lonely star.
They are far yet close.
I'll take to the streets with my flame,
Light up their darkness
So they can see the strength in my words.

I will not be silenced,
Made meek by the fear that my shoulders are too broad
For their expectations.

I will climb their walls
And fight for my right to love when I want
Or cry when I must.

And when the battle ebbs,
I will calmly sit beside the river and wait for you still.
I look at you
and dream of sunflowers
because you told me once
that home was where the sunflowers were
and I’ve been awaiting summer since then.
This is actually a dialogue I plan to include in the fantasy book I am writing :)
You cannot expect
Others to like you when
You’re broken
Sunlight reaches  
Empty rocking chair rocks
A cat stretches
I'll sail across an ocean,
With only the moonlight as my guide.
Believing in a notion,
That one day you'll be my bride.

Lovely sight of the horizon,
Wondering if it will ever end.
Thinking of you in every season,
My love for you will never bend.

We'll never be shaken by the ocean waves,
Nor get lost by the ocean tides.
We'll sail no matter the ocean behaves,
As long as we have each others' sides.
One Simple Soul
I wonder what it would look like to listen to others,
Would I finally be able to see all the beautiful colors?

What would it be like to genuinely be okay,
Would I be able to smile and make everyone stay?

I wonder how easy it would be to get up every morning,
To get up and get ready instead of crying and mourning.

I wish I could feel really happy for a day or two,
That would be the greatest wish come true.

But until then I will sit and smile,
I don't want to make others worry for awhile.
I found myself lost and alone
struggling to feel free
but as time moved along
I knew I could be a better me.
Kelly Lin
fear oh fear
with hands so strong
come, won't you?
oh dear, just tear me

what a burden
are my words
i laugh, i laugh!
it won't stop..
**** it hurts
Worse than a nightmare;
Worse than death;
It is being alive with so much pain inside.
Ryan Dement
Some long-haul trucker
told me about
a buffalo people
who have very
light souls
and bathe themselves
in seeds.
Every single one
Would throw fire if they could
And try to forget
There, i saw the Faerieland-
And Faerie looked away.
part of an incomplete poem
title borrowed from a story completely unrelated
Dear weeping girl,
Don't feel bored.
Sit down opposite of the wall,
And Fill its gaps with singing love song.
•Walls are good listeners•
Anthony Collazo
May the mind of the broken rest
in the pond of forgets
where the past chains break free
from the pillars of regret
We often allow our selves to be overwhelmed with things that have long passed remember the lesson that it brought but realease all the stressing that is done
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
but will
give you
all of

Ghost of Jupiter
I could write a million poems about
about how wondrous you are
how you have opened up
the midnight sky
to show me galaxies
that I never knew existed

or of how you
plant gardens, a burst of blossoms
in every color
blooming eternal in my heart
just for you

or how you have pierced through
the ashen veils of grief
hanging over my eyes
to give me glimpse
of sunlight again

I could write a million poems
but my words
will never be enough
to tell you
how much you mean to me and
how much I so deeply
love you

Jeremy Stacy
I find it immensely hard to refrain
staring through the window pane into rain
seeing nearby puddles accrue and maintain
with a despairing view of a willow that wanes
along a sky an uncaring hue of charcoal that drains
In order for the gospel to go it also must come.

come Jesus come.
go Gospel go.
Peddling through the ocean
I found my vanished island,
But there is a
Its you I found.

Pour down from the sky
Soon you’ll wonder why,
Suns been shinning strong
Ive been missing too long.

Cool the earth
Beneath my feet,
Be my water
To the overheat.
rain on me
my passion overflows
with words
that could never
calm my anger.

Mary Anne Norton
Sharing poetry
Exposes one's self
To the elements
One has to weather
The storm
I am the sun.
I rise, and I fall into a sunset.
I circle the world, only to return back to you.
What cannot be yours,
no further shall be desired of.

Sunk into shallow waters,
gone up in smoke,
narrowly ablaze.

Torn to pieces,
unabashedly re-framed.
No matter what you desire of,
at the end must be yours and reclaimed.
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
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I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
Ashly Kocher
Do I speak to you with my words
Do I help you through struggling times
Do I lift your spirits when you feel down
Do I turn your smile away from a frown
Do I make your mind think about life
Do I fill your heart with delight

If you can answer yes to at least one of these questions
Then, I have done my part in my writing again...
I will embark
To share, in part,
The wonder of the moon.

Their dark side there
And just as fair,
Is forgotten in their light.  

Their shining face
Holds the gaze
Of wanderers alike.

But as for me,
I dare to see,
The beauty of their dark side.
ever feel so lost
you didn't even see the arrows
that's right in front of you
I'm literally in this state where I don't know what I need to do and what I wanna do. I'm internally screaming for help, trying to ask anyone who can help me. But, at the end of the day, it's really me who can help me, you know?
Anita Kennedy
She wears a halo
upon her head
     She is certain
she has made her bed
     She flies above the waters
in search of release
her beak it clenches
the twig of peace
     For it is written
love is
love is
No face but my own,
a mirror still reflects.
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
Anastasia Red
Im nothing compare to her
She was your first love
While I am just your rebound
She's too perfect compare to me
I am just nothing!
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.
Lure Pot
Let the rain fall down today
My mind is asking for it
I won't do anything today
Drip the raindrops, drip it!

I will be walking alone in the wet grove
But if I see someone there in the rain
Then I'll stop walking on the narrow path
and I'll take a look at her,
If she blushes at me then I'll smile too!

I will sing the song along with
the wet leaves of the green forest.
The smile blooms on my face
when those leaves will be shy
And I'll enjoy them in the raindrops!

Today has no bindings
to walk in this rainforest
Here I don't want any company
These long trees will be my friends.
Today I am the king of this green forest!
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
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