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 619° 
Mykenzie
You
You weren't my first
but I sure do hope that you're my last
 403° 
dani
L’eau tranquille
Je me perds
Dans l’infinité
Du reflect d’un moment
C’est quand tu es
Dans ce moment l’a ;
Le plus vulnérable
Tu t’es trouvé
Vulnerability

Still waters,
I lose myself
In the endlessness
Of a moment reflected.
It is when
You are in that moment there;
The most vulnerable
You find yourself
Each day a new dream to dream
A new sky to live under
Another hope to gleam
Birds gliding in-between the subtlety of our minds
 266° 
Humanxyz
He pulled me close...
and told me he was keeping me safe
He told me...
to speak softer cause women have no place
He grabbed...
my hand and said don't go astray
He said...
don't take the chance its not worth the risk
He began to scream...
as i  took another Xanax just to get rid of him today.
 263° 
Lori
Just like that I fell
I fell into your arms
Wrapped around my skeletal body
Wrapped around my soul
You held my heart so tight
As tears fell right on top
And burnt my skin
My blood raging in fury
And demons circulating in my veins
It happened so suddenly
I shut my eyes and when i opened them
uʍop ǝpısdn sɐʍ ƃuıɥʇʎɹǝʌǝ
I didn't know what to do
 230° 
Makumi
#4
It's a skewed kind of history
Of what if Da vinci knew you?
Then maybe the mona lisa would be a painting of you
 227° 
Psychotic Poetess
Waves come and go
But you are not the waves themselves
More words pouring from God's mouth
In the shape of my friends

Paranoid thinking all over the place
I can't perceive its true face
It hides, it eludes recognition
It creeps into my heart
It's all black, no white
It's the devil in disguise

One day up, two down
Two days high, one so low
My mood shifts as paranoia seizes me
Feeling my guts do the old shrinking
My mood shifts and so does the suffering
Tears and wide smiles
I see the Sun, I see it drown
I see it clear, I see it not
 184° 
Robin Carretti
The sun too strong
We all get burned
Feeling the tightness
In the red sunburn or
      "U-Turn"
Oh! Where I thou
Is the "Greenlight Diner"
It's telling us to Go
Diners never adjourned
    *       *      
The Earth beauty faces get
a direct sunlight how he
  hit her blossom honey
sunshower
Her face could eat the
Divine flower but got cut

Every love hour he poured
Her potent drink hungry eyes
  Needed to think
The Sun  "Watchtower"
Someone knocks you off
Your "Bill" he races your feet
The Goddess rodeo waitress
She got you roped in
What a drive in
The slim shape vase with her dim
cigarette 1940 case the hostess
loves sunflowers every booth
A smile in place

The stain-glass window sun-face
Waves her smile walk
The earth talk kids rainbow chalk
I love you treetops like a beanstalk

The sun-face smile he's the
Neopleon lights up
Her table like dynamite every week
New Jersey Diner capital
of the world Peking duck creek
European beauty hunter's menu
* he seeks

1-Antipasti Penne
2-Consomme Chicken soup
3-Sun-face eatery like no other place
The Newsday another day
4-Chicken pepper the corn stir
fry Sun-face starts to cry
5-Hearts of Artichokes
Her choker necklace got broke
6-Soy ****** salmon
I met my sun worshipper man

Fish tacos hummus
St Thomas too many cooks
Rome was not build
In one day

We need the miracle blessing
How it came every day
Let's pay the piper
The windpipes and
the tablecloths
of stripes and zebras

A lovely dish of red snapper
Couscous salad big star dipper
Egyptian Gods camels have your back
Sun-face diner no time for a snack
Diners from 1920-1940
Sun-face airforce dresses
Medieval times two swords dismiss
Lunch cars drive-ins Sanfrancisco
Rice a Roni
"Cooling off with Icecream Spumoni"

Dinner in the sky
her sun-face words of wisdom
was touched built drive in
Italian artwork Coliseum
Like a spiritual Robin bird fly
Look up in the sky its a
bird the diner shaped
like a plane
"The Sun face" of all
hot dames
Waffle House rock and roll
Whole village hot oven flames
Cowboy steaks American Flags
Cajun chicken legs
At the caboose Ladybird

Westchester King and
the Queen
Valentine Diner chairs
got footloose homemade goose

I Hop Jenny maple pancakes
Bananas and strawberry fields
Met the Forest Gump sunshine yield
Dinner of Baba shrimp love to hold
Bonappetit petit four
Yummy floats of egg cream
Open table Sun-face dream
Eggs she's not over easy
Pristine of carrots with
artful daisies

Thanksgiving turkey
with giblets
Diners goldmine of
Rings of napkins holding
A time well-bred marriage
Well known landmarks of
Carats
Heres the Viking Diner

Long ago time she saw the light
Daylight Knight change of food
star rainbow bright

  Old and victorian new lovers
wine and grapes chauffeur drivers
       *Historian

And listen with there hearts
Sun Faces light up a
Trillion times
Diners delight all mine
Sun faces and dinner places the best in the world eat heartily Drive in and Diners all over the world have a medieval touch with the Vikings and melodies from the heart  of the surface  her smile will always be there everywhere she goes the Diners place her with Rose
 119° 
A M Ryder
In romantic relationships
You speak Latin
And your empire falls

In platonic relationships
You speak Greek
And think about caves
 112° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 96° 
Star BG
I often find myself falling into a spelling pit.
The place where letters are mounds of dirt.
Where has dirt fall into my eyes.
A hole where spelling correctly is impossible
but still my poem I write.
inspired by on Humorous Poetry... Lily's poem
 94° 
Lingua Franca
No option of death but rejecting the choice to live
Slumber is closest to my end I can be.
Please help me to believe
I don’t know if you do anymore
Where I am is unknown to me
I can’t hear, can’t see, can’t perceive you
Yet I want to be lead
I pray you find me and awaken us from our sleep
 92° 
143
Sometimes, I still see you.
And no matter where I am,
I will always cry.
I saw you today, or atleast I thought I did.
 88° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 77° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 67° 
Ylzm
Truth denied, Freedom,
spurned Lover's scorn.
Absurdity embraced,
not Despair but Dance.
Music in the Wind,
and Love shall not be denied!
 64° 
ohellobeautiful
i swear
the Universe
inside of us grew
as we danced along to
all the pain we once knew
 60° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 60° 
Ray Dunn
Sink with me—
down the drain...
Just let the water
cleanse old stains
Basically a massive-*** pun. Also kittens deserve better even if they’re treated the absolute best they still deserve better
 52° 
Jennifer
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile

‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
 51° 
Bus Poet Stop
~for those who will read this and weep~

the quiet ones,
the silent Job ones,
who quote not from the
Book of Lamentations,
but author their own,
based on-the-Job experience

localized versions of cryptic elegiacs
accepting the wooden crosses borne,
stepping up to the
unrequested unforeseen,
then buried under, burnt alive,
yet never relieved by dying,
nailed by words, stronger than iron,
promises sworn, promises kept
with no ending date relief,
promises by and to themselves,
but not for themselves!


the wearers of crystal glass shackles,
adorned with decorative locks for which
no key did the maker make,
nor any divine creator
dare conceive an early release,
never no escape contemplated,
for the lock human, unrepentant unbreakable,
a decorative useless metaphor gesture,
a blunt “life *****” advertisement

I compose amidst a
bus pond of mismatched city folk,
a tapestry of ages colors and differing views on god/no god,
none would believe that as the bus sways me,
it’s in rhythm to holy choral music,
hundreds year old,
divinity masses and motets worships,
where one human can hide temporarily
a safe house,
to calm his questioning relentless
from the horrors of no answers,
for when the mind has no solution
to the rough and tumbling lives,
lived in glass shackled confinement,
the poets desperation equals theirs


summon eagles to transport these imprisoned,
but the shackled refuse,
I come to them but they wave me off,
I go crazy for once I was enslaved,
thirty years war that left devastation,
from which so many poems created

so I speak with heightened regard
of one who planned futures for others where his
non-existence was a founding father (ha!)


but the day came and
I was released by my own inactions,
but means nothing until a way to
away found
to release the yet bound early


got a couch, airline miles, hundred dollars
in my pocket and an unrelenting need
to save them, a consumption disease,
the glass shackled, at ease,
won’t rest till all are freed
this my creed
no one left behind

these cyber words do not mock
for they are unbounded, set free,
when
the flesh connects and the needs of the flesh
are stronger for they are in heart conceived
 49° 
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.
There is a secret;
The Secret of secrets
Beyond the imagination of our impure selves
There, lies all my unknown self
For I am a mystery yet untold.

Here, I am
But seen to be there.
There, was I
But not seen nor heard.

I was looked at, but not seen
I did not speak, but I was heard
I was not looked at, but I was seen
I was not heard, but I was listened to

This shadow is not mine but this body's
For I am not this body but this soul

—Jibril Abdulmalik ©2019
Someday i'm going to wake up
And when that day comes
Well i'm going to wake up with a smile


But

That someday

isn't here yet
 41° 
Ciel Noir
I took          a trip
I took                a look
That tree could read me
Like                      a book
And                 open me
Like a             library
Cipher      in the
Sanctuary
Deeper
Still deeper
Inside the place
Where           secret
Knowledge         hides
The twin snakes ladder
Necklace              chain
Make life        by any
Other           name
 41° 
Vanessa Viniegra
In a drop of you, I lost an ocean of me.
 38° 
lmbf
Dear me,
Your whole life is out there. It's just waiting for you.

Even though your life is still short, you've done so much with the time you've been given. Can't you see? You've written endless poems about friendship and love. You've lived in many places too. Even though it did affect you a little bit, you still did your best to make lasting friendships, despite knowing that you might only have a short time to spend together. Others might have just kept to themselves if they were in your place. And though you got hurt at times, your heart never became angry towards the world. The way I see it, that's the attitude of some of the strongest among us.

That's why you shouldn't be hurt if sometimes you don't get the things - or the people - you love the most. It only means, they weren't right for you...yet. What will be given instead, in time, is not what is right but rather what is best for you. Just trust in it.

You are stronger than you think.

Yours,
lmbf

-

Originally written in Tagalog.

Nandiyan po ang buong buhay mo. Hinihintay ka niya lang.

Kahit maigsi pa ang buhay mo, nakagawa ka na ng marami sa oras na binigyan ka ng ating Diyos. Di mo ba nakikita? Nagsulat ka ng maraming poems tungkol sa pagkaraon ng kaibigan at sa pagmamahal. Nabuhay ka sa maraming lugar. At kahit ikaw ay naapektuhan ng kaunti, pinilit mo pang magkaraon ng kaibigan, kahit alam mo na baka maigsi lang ang oras na kasama mo sila. Magtatago na lang ang mga ibang bata kung palaging ganyan ang sitwasyon nila, katulad sa'yo. At kahit minsan sinasaktan ka, hindi kailanman naging galit ang puso mo tungkol sa mundo. Sa tingin ko, yan mismo ay ang ugali katulad sa mga mas matapang sa ating lahat.

Kaya, huwag kang maging malungkot kung minsan hindi mo nakukuha ang mga bagay - o ang mga tao - na mahal mo ng sobra. Ibig sabihin, hindi pa sila bagay para sa'yo. Ang ibibigay na lang ay hindi yung mga bagay, pero yung tamang tama para sa'yo. Tiwala lang.

Ikaw ay mas malakas kaysa sa tingin mo.
Summer Freewrite Sessions 2018 // A letter to myself. i realize now how much of my work is centered around sad topics and felt I needed to remind myself of a few things.
 36° 
Em
For such a long time
you gave me everything you could
and everything I needed

Maybe I took you for granted
Maybe I should've invited you in more
or give you more company
or give you more food you wanted
and hugs
and kisses
more, more, more.

I can't give you more
Not now, at least
But you meant more to me
than you'll ever know

And what I could ever return to you.
My dog, Ella, has died on Friday, the 19th of April. I miss her so much.
Rest In Peace Ella, 2006-2019
 35° 
robin
empty
like a cloud
tears raining down on the people around me
i am numb
like frost bitten hands
piled under snow
alone like bitter midnight winds
with their chilly embrace
hugging you deeply.
i sleep in a pile of leaves. my bones leave their imprint
but no one can tell i was ever there
my heart is the crinkled mess of leaves at the bottom of the pile
if i told you i wanted to die would you believe me
would you be able to forgive my selfishness?
 35° 
exist
thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright
hurting is healing
 34° 
Mark Upright
The World Requires Edmund Black’s Random Acts of Doughnut Kindness (1/36)

Edmund!


a friend mutual on HP
sent me your poem below
asking me to respond appropriately,
close the tale, he said,
and that I would understand,
thinking by being marked,
I had some expertise in the matter

perhaps you are unaware that the world
exists only because there are at least thirty six^
righteous men on the earth and
personally believe,
there are more

who they are, a well kept secret,
but secrets tend to leak so...

only one,
Mr. Edmund,
employs a dozen doughnuts
(chocolate frosted)
to follow through
on the most important
commandment human
love thy neighbor
with a dozen holies

I’m told that like certain loaves of bread,
a dozen doughnuts
now have along with
wine and water
a place in the repertoire of the selector of the
thirty six

which needs noting,
a dozen
is 1/3 of thirty six

sometimes the answers are in the wholes of the holiest!


<•>
Edmund black
Jul 15

My Perfect Morning

The climate in the
World may change
But it will never
Change me
not for a moment
I truly have the most
amazing  life ,
Couldn’t be any better
I get up every morning
Next to  this gorgeous
amazing woman
Get my morning kiss
Maybe a few morning kisses
in my open mouth
If you get my drift
Cause you know I’m in love
Sit back in the back patio porch
Listening to Mother Nature’s  
Performance
while reading hellopoetry
Few minutes later
I told my lady  I had to
Go run  some errands
Not realizing yet
What’s up ahead,
Arrived and
While in line at Chrispy kreme’s
A little boy about 5 years of age
Loosing his mind over some
Chocolate frosted
Mother and father told him
They couldn’t afford it
They were only there for coffee
Little boy started
crying hysterically
My Heart Cries out for him
And chivalrously I’ve waited
in line right behind them
Just couldn’t allow
That to take place
I told dad if it was okay
I would love to buy the boy
a dozen chocolate frosted
He accepted and gave
me a hand shake
Mom teared up and dad
wouldn’t Stop thinking me
I hate seeing good
People like this
But anyway,
What an awesome moment
A moment of love sharing
And here’s the most
Amazing part of
my early morning outside
Of my morning kisses
I got the longest hug
From the little man
A handshake
From dad
And a kiss on the cheek
From mom
What can be any better
Than the life I live
I do what I want
And it’s mostly
Helping other people
That’s all that matters.
Having meanings in
Other people’s lives
Fulfills me ,
And what more
Can I say ,
My perfect
          Morning

I live life
For the inexplicable
Moment
Life is love and love
     Always gives
                    ALWAYS
^Mystical Hasidic Judaism as well as other segments of Judaism believe that there exist 36 righteous people whose role in life is to justify the purpose of humankind in the eyes of God. Jewish tradition holds that their identities are unknown to each other and that, if one of them comes to a realization of their true purpose, they would never admit it:

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tzadikim_Nistarim
 34° 
Renée
You make all my fears go away
It’s no longer a rainy day
A weight is lifted from my shoulders
I feel lighter
I feel brighter
I don’t think there is anything I can’t do right now
Food sounds really good too
Maybe a cheeseburger
Or some chips
Or pizza
Or maybe all three
You make me want to climb a tree

I love you ****
You make my day bright
In the coldness of depression
You always win the fight
I wish you wouldn’t go away
I wish you were here to stay
Especially when I’m feeling gray
You take all my money
You’re so funny

I love you ****
When I’m feeling blue
I just look at you
I roll you
I smoke you

I love you ****
You help me with all my needs
When no one understands me
You make me so carefree
I love when other people smoke ****
It’s a quality you can’t exceed

I love you ****
Thanks for understanding me
And for helping me climb that tree
It won’t be long now
Until I have to go
And smoke another bowl
Of course I was high when I wrote this.


The most damaging and deceitful lies

are the ones we tell ourselves

Written: April 20, 2019

All rights reserved.
 32° 
Madison
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting an eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious p poem but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
 31° 
Domino Black
For so long I've locked my heart,
Inside my chest with lock and key,
A treasure kept sacred,
But, truth be told,
It's worthless.
 30° 
Nettie Schulte
Do you ever feel
Like
   you
      might
         be
            falling?
Do you ever think
                            That
                         you
                     won't
                   be
             able
          to
      get
  back
up?
Fight that feeling
A
n
d
And take the
                    st
                    ai
                  ­  rs
                      to the top floor.
i wanted to try something new. Hope you like it and can read it! :D
 30° 
Poetry
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
 29° 
c
Tonight I burn with a reckless abandon
Both ends in embers
I am choking on my smoke
I’m sorry I’m blunt
I’m sorry I’m numb
I’m sorry I run away
From everything trying to help me
I cannot share my sadness with you.
 29° 
Dream Fisher
There's spiders crawling up my back
They walk beneath my skin
Following my veins as tracks
If I give in to the itch and scratch,
They'll only go deeper down it seems
In a whack-a-mole, I'll never win
There's no cut to end the scene
A T virus living within me
Too young for this vaccine.

There's a dagger digging in my side
Giving a twist every five minutes or so
As hard as I've tried, I can't remove it
For a few weeks then I guess it resides
I don't know if they can tell me
Why I always throw dice and end up
With such luck of drawing snake eyes
But they seem to be on the slither
Scaling quickly up and down my spine

There's a room that's been spinning a bit,
A headache for days that just won't quit,
I'm losing focus and maybe you noticed
But I'm trying hard not to throw a fit.
I'm anxious and truly I don't wish to mingle,
I'm twenty - six and I have the shingles
And my roof is leaking a bit.
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