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Kavitha Manimaharan
i love you,
and to prove it,
i need to end myself?
it's not  that I'm scared,
but i would die,
not knowing,
if you smiled,
when you knew,
i loved you more than myself
a lot of people **** themselves to show someone how they love them, but if you did you will never be able to know if your love for them, made them smile
Lion's Meditations
Bring them to me, your every fantasy
unleash them as doves upon my body
to feel them transform
                into the birds of prey
                                             of your love
Amy Ross
You tell me that you love me
and I wonder,
if it isn't that you love me
but rather
that you don't want to be left alone
but it's so much easier
to say
I love you
Don't leave me
and I get it,
because it is
so much easier,
to say I love you
than don't leave me
because I said
I love you
when I meant
Don't leave me
everytime i think i am over you,
everytime i think i have my closure,
i go through the heartbreak all over again.
Hakikur Rahman
Coming to the junction of life
Calculating the availability, non-availability
The mind is upset
What did you want and what did you get?

Deep inside that pain
The frustration is all the time.

Hopes are devastated under the wheel of fortune
So life cries around
Receipt of seeking and non-seeking
Surrounded the courtyard of life.
Shady Kay
gently pushed against a car,

been kissed before,
but not like this

could be the flutters
of a first kiss
July 2019
My beautiful sunflower,
of warm, yellow joy -
infectious - as sunshine
beams across our faces.

An abundance of petals,
golden in the light.
Growing toward the sun,
striving for perfection.

Our beautiful sunflower,
nurtured and thriving,
growing through my heart, warm
with happiness and love.
happiness of being in love? feels gross to read it now haha
MØ Fitas
Poetry is a
    garden of wild
I've yet come to
listen, in this family you never show any signs of weakness; you close your door and close your heart and keep your **** mouth shut.

ivy cried in her sleep and cut her wrists open in a desperate last attempt to ask for help but all i was able to offer her was advil and a wavering smile. the truth is, my mother’s first boyfriend taught us how to fix a flat tire but he never explained how to ask for help or what love was even good for in the first place. and ivy never meant to hurt anyone but while trying to **** her sadness, she accidentally killed herself;

she was made up of choppy syllables and not enough, and i think it is important to note that not all little girls come from cherry lollipops, that some of us have eaten cereal from the box while hiding in the basement from a man with rough hands and angry eyes.

mum is made of a steady voice that she uses to tell me that my shirt bleeds neon, a color associated with nightclubs and drugs. she is made of secret sabotages and the palpable disappointment in her eyes when she whispers that donuts have 195 calories and she’ll quit smoking when i stop starving myself; she has excellent timing because whenever she asks this of me, i happen to be in recovery. she is made of jealousy and manipulation and the disease that shakes her bones and forces her to rotate through cycles of boyfriends and therapists.

richard was not ivan’s biological dad but he is the only father ivan has ever known and i do not say that as a good thing. some boys are made of skinny jeans and sharp jawlines and ivan is the kind of guy that is now a little deader than he was before he claimed his first girlfriend took his breath away. and when they talk about guys who use girls for *** and enjoy emotional manipulation they’re talking about ivan and his cloudy eyes; it is important to note that some boys have touched more thighs than textbooks and that ivan is going to spend the rest of his life making love as if he could gain it back. my best friend in kindergarten used to call our teacher “daddy” as if he could replace the one she truly needed, and ivan will never admit that he misses his father as much as she did. it should be noted that some boys are more sad than angry, and when ivan was twelve he started skateboarding because it was easier to fall on the pavement and feel pain than it was to inflict it upon himself with shaky hands.

we found what we loved and now it is killing us.

this family is hostage to blank silence and bleached walls, there are words we will never say carved into our throats and i know no one gets it but listen, when i was seven i watered my mother’s favorite plant until it drowned because i never knew when to stop giving, and i cannot grasp sanity or love in these decaying bones and i was never good at being honest with anyone, least of myself, but let me tell you.

if you wander here looking for validation or nourishment i feel sorrier for you than i do for myself, because you sure as hell won’t find either in this house with it’s crumbling ceiling and chained doors.
what is a home,
if not the first place you learn to run from?
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!
Exclamation 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!

Vanity but the computer is not correct
455 likes and loves
I question life
and it's complexities
and it's idiocracy
and you question me.
I slept for just a bit. As I tend to do. Where are all the great poets I knew and loved. Where is Wordvango? Where is Jennie? Where is Mr WCA?
Bea Autumn
Time flies by so fast then its past

Remember special moments always last

So make some memories to treasure

Each day have and give some pleasure

So when second chances do come by

To love again say yes reach for the sky

Because I love the moments in time

When you're with me and you are mine

Cherish and relish everyday while you can

Precious are the moments when love is the plan
make every moment count
Jeremy Stacy
I bellowed out a force,
of words that were coarse,
setting us retrorse,
altering our course
Naveen Malhotra
Talk of galaxies
Space and time
Neither know head
Nor know tail
Genius of Einstein
Do understand
Meaningless poetry
Pen rose's friends
rational beings, we think we can reason it all out
that itself is a fallacy, limited by the mind
we have no choice to release and let go
leave it to the secret, silent truth that we refuse to hear
that we are not gods, we were never meant
to be in control or power or importance - and that whatever we seek can only be borrowed, no god but God, no god but God, no god but God, no god but God
Somewhere over the horizon
You think of me, as I walk
the path of memories,
each footstep setting one free.
when you’re the one
that has done the hurting
it takes time to heal too

it takes time to accept your faults
the pain you contributed to
the ending of it all

even if they hurt you too
even if they forgive you
the guilt inside you lives on

you might spend your life
hoping your sorrow
can be felt by them
Wax melts
Heated and moulded
To a shape
Of your desire
Only to dissolve
Under heat.
Imposed, or fake personas don't last long.
allowed to admit
these letters
are losing meaning
some days
i don't want to be me

some days i don't want
to be a person
I pen a poem
a beautiful
and think that maybe
it is about a woman instead.

in disgust,
i throw it away.

not that i hate her,
the contrary,
but to me,
it seems,
a flower cannot be a flower
and a woman
cannot be a woman.
you should have waited a little longer
just a little longer
my day was bad not my heart
Sometimes life is a joy.
Sometimes life is a fight.
I'm here for the both.
Imara Vaglez
never have i loved anybody the way i had loved you
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
Look up to the sky
And close your eyes

Bring your feet together
In the snowing weather

Hold the gold dust tight
As it lights up bright

Blow it into the wind
And make a wish
Wondering around, oblivious of my dream;
Sleeping so tight, that no one could make me scream.
Heathers everywhere;
Black rhododendrons nowhere.
I might be stuck in my dream,
For it is a sweet dream.
I might not see any gleam,
For this is will be my last, it seems.
There is an emptiness beside me
A numbness I can’t shake
It tries to envelop my limp body
Embracing my heart until it breaks
Darkness swallows everything
I feel my soul begin to ache
I am cold but feel the heat
Was there never a time when I was safe
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
perhaps I talk too much to the moon
and don’t listen enough to the universe

for I long for a love
too extraterrestrial
to ever find on this planet

perhaps a poet’s true fate
lies in solitude

for we yearn for connection
too shakespearean
to ever survive this modern day
I turn 21 on Saturday but feel around 70 if i’m honest.
in a lawless loveland
bickering over the tempo
my darling -
am i going too slow?

- - -

pastel sunsets
shaping the sihlouette
that is you.

am i someone
you outgrew?
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
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
The knots know no reason
They come and go
Loosened or tightened
At will or not
They know no reason
For their being
And existence
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
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