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Oh , what a dangerous kind of not be into anyone other than YOU, must be so addictive and exhilarating.
today my heart is aching,
ugly beats resonating from its chest.
friends are all fcking traitors,
masquerading empathy with ignorance.

take your st
pid advice somewhere else,
I respect my shattered pride way too much
to care about your so-called "distress".

Where have you been
all the time

© fey (23/02/20)
My heart stops
When you look at me
Just a touch
And baby I will make you mine
Blink and you might finally see the truth.
Perched on a throne of wasted years you're
out of time. Your machine is broken down.
Are you scrap, cremated or buried?
Did you have a god? Were you an atheist?
We'll pray for your soul just in case.
Stay tuned for Blink 3. Revise, rewrite and revise until you think it's perfect, then rewrite again! Write on, poets.

Blink and you might see yourself in madness.
Spent years are stacked like ash beneath you.
You notice the hourglass is almost out of sand.
Mirrors are cruel reminders of sagging flesh and
missing hair and canyons in aged faces.
Death is the final madness after all.
I’m lucky
only I cross
the borders
of tangled
my mind, it’s -
messy, so messy, it will take eternity
cleaning it, carefully
but I’m scared
not to live my sacred fantasy

I’m happy
only I enter
the banter
of silent
my mind, it’s -
crazy, so crazy, it will take ages
treating it, slowly
but I’m scared
not to read my unique pages
Mikey Kania
i want to give you everything and
much more

our pasts were such a bore

let's become one...

let's have some some fun
Today is a good day.

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If only you could love me like I do you
If only you can care about me like I care for you
If only you could understand how I feel
If only it were that simple
Shadow Dragon
Get a job,
a husband or wife.
Make yourself comfortable
in your own life.
So they tell me
or would have told me
if they were still alive.
But they are dying slowly
by the magic pills.
They are no longer there
to protect and care.
I no longer have devils
that whisper and scream.
They can do both
but now they are doing non.
And I can see myself having fun,
not caring or staring
into nothingness.
Yet it leaves me in mourning
to know they are about to die.
Maybe if I hold on a little longer
I won't be lonely and then find myself
a job, husband or wife.
the pictures
of her
may have been
still photos
they always
moved me
for all
the indescribable jolly chord
the distressed heartache
the nerve-wracking qualm
to the blank paper I confide in.
Bind me
Bind me
Bind me
Whenever I look at the sky
I always remember your beautiful eyes,
Stars that remain so high
That will make a wonderful night,

Beauty that will remain forever,
Deserves a happy ever after,
For me nothing is better
Than live with you, together.

I have a question
And I want your opinion,
This will be your decision,
Yes or no is your option.

My cowardness will now flee
To not regret it completely,
Because this is my dream,
Will you complete this dream with me?
tears glisten in the moonlight,
but it shines too bright.
blocking out reality,
and the sad fatality.
of my heart,
and it's broken parts.
soul melody
amid forgotten hay bales
in a rainbrushed yellow field
beneath a charcoal sky

and me

-i'll write you a story-

describe your certain hands
as you softly touch a leaf
stroke the petals of a daisy
test the moisture of the earth

i will be the wind
that daydreams on your fingers
dries a dewdrop on your tip

reads a message in your prints

untouchable but close...
-or shall i write a song?-

then you will be the sky
a ray of golden sun
fertile soil to my roots
and the gentle falling rain

o you can be the world
if i can be your tree

you'll ever stir my lyrics

untouchable but close...
if they say a one-word poem,
i'll write your name...
Kurt Philip Behm
Staying up for three days
inside of one night,
the walls come crashing in

Compression exploding,
my heart imploding,
all memory suffering

Each hour like three,
as day becomes night,
the reaper at the door

Waist deep in the heartache,
his presence a warning
—my exit unsecure

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
standing there I saw her eyes
her green eyes
they were shinning Evan though she was dying
no one seemed to hear her cried
no one seemed to Evan look at her
its like she was a shadow
she hid in the corners
never letting anyone in
running away from her self and everyone else
she was so delicate but no one seemed to notice that
they only saw what they wanted to see
but they didn't see the real her
if i could talk to myself,
from roughly ten months ago,
the first thing she would do is cry.

if she could talk to me,
roughly ten months after,
the first thing i would do is speak.

if she could hear
all the things i did to keep me from collapsing,
maybe she would be proud.

if i told her
that i finally spent my time prioritizing myself,
both of us would unite in that idea.

there's nothing wrong
with being vulnerable.
it doesn't make you weak.

it only prepares you for other greater battles in life.
Austin Reed
We do everything to be nice
understanding whatever excuse
Even if we bite our tongue

Just to put all our energy forward
Only to find ourselves  
Hurt and exhausted
i met you
as the leaves fell
and the sky turned grey

the world grew cold
as my heart turned warm

i missed you
as the leaves grew back
and the sky turned blue

the world grew warm
as my heart turned cold
Dexterous hands, unmoving stare to your screen
gulp then sip your steaming cup of tea
through that stray strand of hair
Did it never heed?
Reward the waiter's cliché stance for a tip
with an exasperated sigh
Tire in the morning?
Now I know what you'll have for supper
All in ten minutes before you leave
I watch you through my stitch
edging closer to notable madness

But I'm okay with it
to do the right thing for
the wrong reason or

to do the wrong thing for
the right one
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
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
Then again, what do you expect from a shaking ground?
Peace is obliviously out of question.
It left me with ruins and wound
And an empty confession
Salmabanu Hatim
He asked why Muslim women wear a  veil (cover themselves completely.
The priest took two sweets from his pocket,
He removed the paper from one sweet and threw both sweets on the floor,
Then he asked,"Which one would you pick?"
Of course the one with the cover.
That's what Muslim men prefer.
Electric blue eyes
What I look through to see you
See you in disguise
Wear a super glue smile.
Takes these magic pills
Snap out of it
Your just acting it now
Push your way through the pain
This didn't happen in my day
Fit into society's mould
Crying is weak get a grip
Pull your self together
Keep your head down
This is not how women act
Your too loud
Your too quiet
I am putting another pointless post
On Facebook so you need to wait
And they wonder why I don't open up to anyone
Crying and having a mental health problem doesn't make you I want people to see that crying is not a sign of weakness

#cry #magic #pills #openup #facebook #loud #quiet
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
is it a dream
or a nightmare...

seeing your face
in my reverie...
Honestly, what is it to be having it... suddenly ?
bess goldstein
my life line moves across
your chest
your love line inches towards
my lower back
reading your palms
under the thin covers
summer air blows into our hair
permeating the smell
of grass and warm flowers

we embrace
the unknowable future crushed
between our palms.
reminds me of romeo and juliet when they first met, they fell in love through touching their hands.
Darison Strange
We are what we eat
Can I eat someone disciplined
And abandon myself
To shed my self hatred
And become someone new
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
everything you are

but you are still
Maybe one day I’ll write a book about all who have wronged me.
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
Usama Firdous
Lazy moments,
how deceptive are they?

Hard to live through,
yet pleasant when I recall

All look better,

I put it under
layers of time
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
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