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 724° 
Hilla254
She used to love
But now it's hate she loves
Hiding behind a mask of smiles
Her heart cold as ice
Though she breathes fire.

Her heart frowned with scars
She has her own fears
That rekindle memories
Buried for years
Like bizarre monster's
No one can help her face.
 531° 
Saudia R
I hope my words haunt you

Because when they do

You'll know I'm right
 453° 
Aeryn
when I die,
leave me as I am
with my greasy face,
and the streaks of blood,
keep me as the disgrace
I am.

Let it be in the night,
so that you may see the constellations
that I always treasured,
wherein I found Cancer,
and felt that Mom might be there.

So find Virgo,
and find me.

Play the theme from
Up,
and believe that I am
Up
there,
in the stars above.

For now,
I'll be here,
in the dumps below,
burying myself.
 440° 
Laroyal Jackson
I can feel it heavy on my tongue, just a taste, to take the pain away.  I can feel my plights fall from the rafters of my mind as I reach out for that sweet nector, just a taste, the sweet shock to send every earthly pain away. I can feel my being and the aching void that occupies my chest slowly dissipate. Just a taste. Just a taste. Just a taste
 337° 
Temporal Fugue
I know I won't get to all
but ******, I'm gonna try
thumb up to every comment
up until the day I die

I can't react to every line and word
but ****** I can try
thumbs up to ever poet/poetess
maybe no one has, to cry

I'm just a singularity
but ****** all too ****
we, as a community
stand up, and hear the yell

I'm not you, and you're not me
but when you see thumbs down
chime in with words and thumbs
chase the trolls, outta HP town
Thumbs down has no other purpose that to provide trolls with a mechanism to pester and put forth their hate. REMOVE it! You can't control how many accounts people have here (it's not realistic to assume you can) so remove their reason for creating them!
Nothing really left to say :(
 329° 
Kevarie O Leslie
If the moon don’t shine tonight her smile will lead the way
If the sun don’t shine today she’s having a bad day.
Her smile pierce through clouds, lit up space
When she smile people race to her, humans race
Smile For Me. Be positive
 277° 
Hannah
she painted my world red.
I loved red.
the love. the passion. the fire.
But despite her tenderness
the flames consumed me

I painted my world yellow.
warmth and sunshine and happiness.
I became a sunflower
always pointing towards the light
I loved yellow

But I learned to love orange.
I learned to love our worlds together.
I learned to love myself
while I loved you.
and now orange is my favorite color
 258° 
Sunshine
and for some reason
i only write sad poems
poems about missing you
writing words that break my heart
and i keep wondering
if you are my secret muse
the pain you caused me
is my spirit of inspiration
pulsing through my veins
making me cry
giving me words
to fill my every move
and without noticing
i manage to become someone new
with stories to tell
mostly about you
and mostly about
love and all the lost time
trying to move on from everything
moving on from you
writing more words
always about you
my knife in the back
the Romeo to my Juliette
some soppy love story
about how you never loved me

xoxo
-sunshine
 240° 
Vladimir Sanon
Liquor Courage

That shot of that Jack got me living in the moment
Tomorrow regrets are tomorrow’s regrets and tomorrow I will own it
But for right now Ima say and do as I please
And when tomorrow come ill just rinse and repeat
 233° 
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 230° 
CharlesC
We all know
what it is to search..
For what do we search..?
Apparently for many things
yet these things disguise that
which is the real object
for which we are searching:
which is..simply..to end our
desire to search...!
 181° 
Jedda
Bite me like sun rays in the summer
I’ll show you what it’s like to love the pain
- j
 171° 
grace
you said that it would hurt
but i didn't believe
that it would hurt just as much as it did
 161° 
Ceida Uilyc
My handwriting was so ****,
I practiced it day and night

I wanted to become a doctor y’see.
A doctor with a fine hand.

My handwriting became so good,
I became a Writer instead.

Now
I Type!
 121° 
Pagan Paul
.
And so he sits
once more
folding his life
into an origami box.
Paper walls,
cellophane ceilings.
Counting out syllables.
Sequenced
to twist-**** the mind.
And quietly
he sits
ghosting the room.




© Pagan Paul (04/03/19)
.
An extra piece to my poem Fool's Diary posted 2 days ago.
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 117° 
Addie Kay
A part of me will always love you.
I’ll probably always hate that part of me.
I didn’t need that part
 116° 
Charlotte Cullen
With just four fingers Mr. Spock,

You ask way too much of me.
 113° 
Diya
I wasn't born
With this hole in my heart
But it developed gradually
When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art.
Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours!
But just then, I was grayed and torn
Just like  withered flowers!
The pain! Yes the pain
Is unbearable
My tears all are in vain
They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable!
I am fed up of emotional breakdown
My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town!
I know, sorrows are part of life
But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife!
I try my best to just forget and move on
But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult...
Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
 111° 
Thorns
Oof
Life is an
Oof
 105° 
those bygone years
You are hidden
in the back of my brain and repressed
in an attempt to be forgotten.
Only to be remembered
when triggered by a touch or voice.

You rise from the shadows,
making yourself known,
conquering all my other memories,
pushing everything aside.

You dominate my head,
I applaud you for your assertiveness,
always winning the battle,
King of my mind,
until you are lost
no more.
 91° 
isthiscloudnine
Often I forget that I am blessed
Often I forget that I am loved
That I have people on my side
that I am not alone

Often I'm so stressed I can't think
I forget to relax
To breathe and stay calm
Often I forget to take it easy
Often I forget to not beat myself up over small things

Often I forget that there are many worse things
I could be going through
Often I forget to be grateful for the people in my life
Often I forget to treat myself nicely
Often I forget to take things one step at a time,
instead of overwhelming myself

Most often I try not to forget these things.
.02/life itself
 85° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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.
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 76° 
lX0st
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
 72° 
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
 71° 
Regan
Bury me in the
Yellow Flowers
As my thoughts
drift away.
this is my first poem to hit the top of front page! thank you all for the support! <3 :)
 67° 
Sage
Have you ever noticed
how rain on windows
follows a similar track
as the lightning they once fell around
 63° 
LettersToNoOne
I've gotten so used to being lonely,
that I sometimes prefer myself
over other people.
Being alone made me
realize how
extraordinary I am.
 62° 
sofie
I feel your love,
your touch,
when the sun
chooses to shine,
illuminating
my skin

I see your face,
your smile,
whenever I look
at my reflection
in the mirror

I hear your voice,
your laughter,
as rain falls
melodically from
above

I remember the pain,
the unbearable
heartache,
when I realized
I loved you
but had to
let you go
 58° 
Poetry
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
 56° 
jünø
alone in my room,
i search myself for comfort.
i can't find my heart
 55° 
Alexys Marie
I breathe in
I breathe out
I don't miss you but
You've missed out and
That's okay
I have a true lover now
He's my breath of fresh air
He's a comfortable breeze and
He welcomes me
For all that I am and
All that I can be
Yet I can't be when
I'm lying here
With damaged lungs
Making it so incredibly hard
To breathe in
To breathe out
But still, I try.
 55° 
Fecundeity
Our
six eyes gaze..
desires waiting
in Sinister secret
Left in a
daze...

                           Our
                                    hearts
                                     of
                                Darkness
Screaming.

Shredded stars Doomed.
Wandering clouds of cosmic
    Outflows exhumed.

  Cosmic
        beasts
                      lurk in
         our root
   chakras.

Lost
we
are in the
Enveloping
Surrounding
swirling
Accretion
disk
of
Love.
 55° 
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.
 51° 
Ciel Noir
forgive
the way a tree
forgives

it never judged you
to begin with
 51° 
Traveler
Did you ever look
Into an addict's eyes
And see the reflection
Of your own ghost

All your judgment
All your abuse
Dangling there
A noose
Around your own throat

Deeper than human despair
The soul gone missing
Into thin air
Did your spirit ever grow tired
  Of existing here...

Did you ever wonder
If there was anything left
Did you ever catch
Your last breath?
Traveler Tim

I recovered long ago, I feel for all the still suffering souls!!!
 49° 
Iskra
Laying in my bed curled up
Acid in my throat because I didn’t eat
Clenching my fists around my blankets because I can’t sleep

Are you thinking of me?
Laying in a tent, uncomfortably,
Snuggling close to your fluffy white dog or your younger brother to stay warm.

Are you missing me?
No. Not the way I’m missing you
You’re not thinking of me the way I’m thinking of you
And though it means the world to me that a beautiful soul like yours is friends with a storm cloud like me, it shatters my heart into thousands of sharp, jagged pieces that you’re
~ just ~
my friend.

“I’m sorry but I need to know, is it mutual? It’s alright if it’s a no, I can handle it, I just want you...to be honest”
A pause...
Then the raindrop falls.
“Right now, it’s a no”

Ripples.
Right now.
Right now.
Right now.
No.
No.
No.
STOP.
I care about you so much, I know I need to let you go, so you would never read this, and I would never show anyone this.
It’s all swirling around in my chest, faster and faster until it explodes, word ***** and tears.
I love you.

I didn’t tell you I loved you, only that I had feelings for you.
Why bother? It would’ve made things more painful for me, more bitter for you.

But I can’t show you this.
I don’t want you to change.
I don’t want you to change the way you speak to me, to change your mind when you’re about to type a heart emoji,
to stop yourself after just saying “goodnight” and leave out the “baby”

This is my undoing, not yours, and I want you to keep letting me be your anchor, your shoulder, your shield, my open arms waiting to catch you when you tumble from your flight.
I can’t keep loving you, I can’t stop loving you.
I want to stop feeling at all.
Thank you all so much for all your compassion and the amazing comments. Your kindness brought me to tears. I’d send hugs and healing (if I could) to those of you who commented because you’re experiencing the same thing right now, and I promise you, even though it hurts like **** now, it does get better.
 47° 
Amy Childers
My tar pit heart
Holds all of the souls of
my loved ones.
I watch them gasp for air
But they drown in my
Tar covered sorrow.

I am sorry . . .
 44° 
Joliver
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
"Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
"Okay"
Is off-brand raisin bran
"Okay"
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

"Okay"
Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

"Okay"
Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
"Okay"
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
"Okay"
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
"Okay"
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
"Okay"
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
"Okay"
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
"Okay"
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
"Okay"
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
"Okay"
Okay?
 44° 
Débijonne
Almost asleep when my phone ticked;
'A notification,' it says.
Your name was there, you liked my photo.
And my stomach drowned in butterflies—
Scratch that—moths, surely they're moths.
Stronger, buzzier, like your power
To occupy and stay in my brain
With that single heart emoji beside your name.
Thinking that the double tap
Is as if you love me just the same.
Shoutout to those whose crushes follow them on instagram. Mine doesn't. :( HAHAHA
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