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This would fall apart
if not for your adhesive
keeping it intact.

Ellis Holden
Ellis isn’t real
Dissipates after quick google search
But here she breathes
Dada Olowo Eyo
I see what I want to see,
I hear want I want to hear,
You're responsible for your ear,
And whatever makes your cup of tea.
Don't hate your smile
It's great
If you use that one me
Prolly make all my days in my life

You're pretty; It's pretty unique
Different; Unnatural; Deadly
Tell my mom that I love them
I'll be staying in a coffin for life
Because I'm dead over heels for you.

Don't know anime much but I'll watch for you
Got a Terabyte, I'll binge for you
Don't read manga but I'l read for you
Prolly learn japanese just to impress you
Just know that I'll always be here for you

Got all this loving;
And I'm ready to lay them all to you
#Dead #Over #Heels #For #You
The smile was bright
The sight right
It showed grace and beauty
To him was pity...
~May the words always be by your side!~
These words are there
In order to generate
To elevate oneself a great deal
To instruct and motivate
We utilize these words
For guidance and protection
For deep and intense visualization
Hopefully, one takes good direction
I once knew
an evil being.
His name
was Comparison.
He was shameless,
an unapologetic thief
of joy.
~If you decide to push me away, I will go, but I will never stop caring about your happiness~
I am picking apart
each word you say
just can’t believe you’re real

I got so captivated by every piece
of your existence that I forgot about my own
I exist
your kiss


head held
under water

heart beating

the minimum
of blood

that my brain

to be able
to understand
your goodbye

and to tell
my lungs
to stop

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.
Hmm I've only got a
few likes today hmm maybe
my writings not good

Why am I even
writing what's it's all about
What's the point , I only feel

anxious now , deep breaths
Now I feel silly why did
I write that , oh jeez

heart beating feel sick!!
Then my self doubt passes and
I'm back to lovely

place again! Self doubt
sure can grip me making me
feel really down! But you

see writing helps dig
through negativity , am
I a poet or not

Maybe , I'm not sure
But I'm much more too , I'm a
wife a mum a sister

a friend. I've wrote my
heart out for five years now non
stop to be honest

But now I'm in such
a lovely place of content
I'm living happy

Of course I still get
life stresses hit me and yeah
I get negative

But one thing I can
always rely on is my
passion for writing

It helps mentally
to keep me strong and focus
May it come from my

heart or mind or once
in awhile I like to write
stories , fun fun fun :)

I'm slowing down now
Gone and got myself married :)))
Tis so wonderful

Children are growing
up fast , there leading there own
life's more every day

So I'm finding new
hobbies to keep me active
Life changes happen

But to write , will be  
in me always , tis part of me
it's just there always

So to all who love to
write have fun dry those tears up
Find your happy place :))
Have a lovely week ahead :)) love to u all xxxx
Hammond Colson
At night when I lie awake
If I’m overtaken by a creeping sleep
I’ll face that chilling nightmare
Of perpetual recurring dreams

At dawn when I lay asleep
If I’m lifted to a sudden wake
I’ll face that omnipresent terror
Intent on my sanity's break
nvinn fonia
you make good fcking very good food just since when
Zoe Taschereau
the raindrops on my window are traces of where the stars have been.
Penguin Poems
If want was water,
I would be drowning, my head under completely
and my oxygen quickly depleting.
If confusion was cold,
My fingers would be numb and I wouldn't even
have a coat to ward off the freezing.
If youth was you,
It would be slipping away by the second,
And I can't get a hold to stop it.
my air is gone,
I'm shivering to the bone,
and can't keep a hold on.
But, this is only a poem:
I know I'm not suffocating, subzero, or slipping.
But I can't help but feel like the more I write,
the farther I get from reality
and the closer I get to metaphor mortality.
Put hands on mouse and keyboard
    to turn on this fog machine.
Filled my mind with cloudy vapor
  and now I cannot see.
you were my priority
i was your reserve
-always second best
surrounded by warmth
a familiar feeling
lulls me into
late at night, i lie awake
thinking of things i should have said
all the mistakes i've made
and signs i should've read

then think about what i can't live without
you, front and center in my mind
sometimes it feels like halfway love
almost, but not quite

still, parts of you make me whole
who i am and who i need to be
i think of love letters that weren't torn up
feelings of blue and green

when i'm without you
blank page, artless innocence
i realize how dependent i've grown to you
and feel the need to create a distance

sometimes i look up at the purple sky
and wonder if you're looking too
i gaze at the colors and the beauty of it all
though its beauty would never compare to you
Old stars twinkle
as the cloud swirls.

Whiskers walks the

The crescent moon
lights her way.
Jason Adriel
i wrote a poem for you today
it was written on the very back of your notebook.
i compared you to a beautiful spring in May
how even the most serene view you overtook

i wrote a poem for you today
i said 'i love you' in it
now i am in disarray

do with me as you deem to be fit

i won't change my words
'i love you'
a foolish youth confession of love.
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.
A wall will never stop the spread of disease;
Even if you are called the civilized west,
Banksy won't and can't make the cries to cease.
Cries from forefront clashes, from throwing rocks...
Hand over one's heart,
We all profit off; selling outdated Glocks.

Mapping out the labyrinth tale with a frag
Minotaur's keep the fight alive in this hell
A mechanic social manipulation
With hearts of Palestine in confiscation
Teenage angst never did pay off well.

One thing to comfort the Jew,
They're going to die anyway,
And so will you.

A sky full of sulfur
Coming down on little kids.
These aren't stars,
These are toxic tears.
These aren't stars,
You carry on your flags,
What shines are shells, grenades and frags.

Misuse of weaponry, a national trait;
Once second world war victims,
Now a first world charade.
Xaela San
I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Jordan Ray

           Love                                  is                      
wr­itten                    in                    stone
       which                                slowly
             fades                          to
                   sand                   ..                                          
                    ­     ..                 ..
                             . . . . . . .
                              . . . . . .
                                . . . .
                                  . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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After thorough calculations there
are two possible outcomes of
arguing with my family:

Either one day the arguments will end patriarchy,
or one day the arguments will end me.
ignorance and world issues and poetry are messing with my mental health
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
Searching for happiness in everything
یہ لوگ جھوٹے لوگ ہیں باتوں سے پھر جاتے ہیں
تم ان پر نہ اعتبار کرو یہ یو ٹرن کیلاتے ہیں
جب قول سچا کرنے کی باری یہاں پہ ھے آتی
یہ قول سے پِھر جاتے ہیں باعظمت کہلاتے ہیں
محمدؐ کا سچا قول ھے یہ وعدہ وفا نہ ٹھہرے جو
لکھ لے دنیا دل اپنے پر وہ بے دین کہلاتے ہیں
Olivia V
Moonlight on pale skin
Soft lips part in desire
Lovers in the night
my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.

                          ­     p

writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.
why does it have to be like this?
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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.
Star Stuff
To me, the World is not just a word,
Its a WORD with a 'L' for her Love in it.
Playing with words !
ok okay
Sometimes I just want to **** myself
But then I realize that myself doesn't even know what I want
Cress Rosario
I remember that morning
As we walk side by side
Down the long street of Annapolis

You'd sing me a dear song
"There's no one like you"
I'd look at you and smile
Then you'd smile at me too

I'd listen and feel every word
Every note is sweet to my ear
Every melody makes my heart wants to sing
"Yes, there's no one like you."
Tyler Atherton
My Teenage years;
Teenage years with people saying 'sit down and shut up'
Teenage years with no one caring
Teenage years with physical abuse
Teenage years with razor blades
Teenage years with no mother
Teenage years with bottles of pills
Teenage years with ****** assualt
Teenage years with suicide attempts
Teenage years with no reason to live
Teenage years spent pining for what was lost.

© Copyright Tyler Atherton
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