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 910° 
Sara
When you kissed me, I lied.

I let you kiss me because I wanted someone to love me.  
I was selfish, I wanted to soothe my craving for attention, soft and kind love.

It’s because you’re warm and safe, I still do get the urge to trust you with love.
In fact you’re handsome while so insecure.

But I shouldn’t have kissed you, because I knew I didn’t want you but your aroma.
I chewed it and played with it to spare your feelings and to ebb my shame

but believe me, I’m happy to have made your acquaintance on that awful day that appeared on paper as perfect.
On the day when the last one I loved, introduced me to you
My poems have started taking sound of a prose?, not sure where it came from
 71° 
Bobby Copeland
sometimes this overwhelming joy
brings earth in sight of paradise,
the anxious mind that would destroy
such ecstasy with ill advice
stilled in its ancient chattering
of good & evil understood,
imposed as bitter reckoning
beneath the stone where moses stood.
at other times the mourner's song
has wormed its way inside my head,
an occupation loud & long,
as if it pushed itself instead
of beauty, love and holiness,
insistent with its emptiness.
 65° 
M
I never know what say  

a memory of longing
is painful as it keeps

decaying in my chest

putting my love on paper
doesn't take it away
it amplifies the sting
trying to move on

infecting the open cavity of my being

you read my words like you understand
but I'm lost in a memory of what would have been

trying to collect shattered pieces of my own self

emptied and dancing whisked into the shadows
like the end of a dream

feverishly waking up because my feelings weren't received

give them but don't get them
like as if I sent a letter of longing

never in return
I try to write but the words are my tears
drink up
and only then you will feel the same
as I do
 56° 
Kurt Philip Behm
Expect good things
the moment breathes
Your fear abandoned
the darkness leaves

When least expected
the current calls
Tomorrow waiting
—beyond the falls

(Dreamsleep: December, 2022)
 46° 
Archer
Even after forecasting,
I'm always underdressed.
The radar was broadcast
and the urgency was stressed.
Yet, here I am
lacking a defense.
Hit me hard.
Wash me away.
Lock me up
in a frozen prison.
Maybe that will extinguish
this burning hatred
that finds a home in me.
 45° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 38° 
Michael Marchese
Not much else to it
Just have to undo it
The former conception
Of what defines good
Reservation’s reluctance
Prevents what it could
In some ultimate form
Really mean to another
Or better still
Even you
Yet to uncover
Say
Hey, hey, what's there to say
Silence is all there is today
For I have no meaningful words to utter
No helpful ones either

Of course I'll lend an ear
Talk your hearts out, do not fear
A nod, a tap, or, a hug
I'll give what's necessary, even a shrug


Say what you mean, and mean what you say
Then say it once again, for good measure
Don't worry, your words I'll treasure
Take your time, speak at your own leisure
 36° 
cmp
relationship wise in this world
where varied type of female seem possessed
and ye devil painstakingly task me
through this, that or the other
it's truly via grace of steadfast
i remain emotionally unavailable or unoccupied
lured-dawn
 27° 
Ameed
I don't care
I never did
I never will

I don't care about the stabs
I don't care about the lies
I don't care about the loss

I never did
I never will

I don't care about you abandoning me in the middle of nowhere or making me doubt every single person I meet or forcing me to look at the mirror and despise the foolishness I had.

I don't care about all the above.

I try to convince myself every night that I don't.
But, I do;
I fully keenly wholesomely do care and my care was my doom.
© Ameed
 25° 
Micaela
it’s official—
i hate being alone.
this isn’t a poem
but
it’s words
i needed to say
my negative thoughts aren’t the best of company
 22° 
Anastasia
I'm
Tired
Of
B
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E
A
T
H
I
N
G

Tired of

S
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This hatred in humanity
And
The
Delicates
Being

T    O     R    N

Apart
So quickly
Without listening
To their glistening
Fragile
Beautiful words
I'm sorry, beautiful people. You all are very much so.
 20° 
S R Mats
You shouldn't long for the past,
- They say
But, I long for it anyway

I close my eyes, drift away, not good
- They say
Not worried, I do it anyway.

I  see it is only normal, it's okay
- No matter what they say
So go ahead, just drift into times past

As long as you do not stay
 20° 
V
If you don't heal what hurt you,

You'll bleed on people who didn't cut you.
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 17° 
RandleFunk
To hurry and scurry and gather and gloat
To sit and stare and glare and bloat
To dream and scream and writhe and rage
Trapped all within a subtle cage
 14° 
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.
 13° 
A
I can’t decide
if I’m comforted by the fact
that every thought  
I’ve ever had
has probably been had
before

And I don’t know
which is worse
That we are, perhaps
incredibly,
undeniably
not special at all
Or that we incredibly,
undeniably
are
June 21, 2019
 13° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
I tear my fierce claws into you
without apology. I need to eat.
Put us in zoos and take pictures
feeding us like pets. We burn bright
in the night as Blake set us in print.
God cast us in hell fires furnace.
 12° 
FrankieM
I can only pour so much
Of myself into you
You say I'm half empty
I say I'm half full

It's hard to stay gentle
When you've been so cruel
I say I'm in love
You say I'm a fool
 12° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 11° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 11° 
Teemers
I only write,
when
I am in love
or
Falling apart.
 10° 
sun
she soaks herself in his hurt
and it d
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of him
ever so slowly,
infecting her.
all she wanted was for him to be
drained
so he could live without pain
but now, she thinks
living is pain.
 10° 
neha
remember when we were carefree
and nothing used to worry me
the neighbourhood was my kingdom
and the front yard was my palace

we used to play pretend
worlds of magic and fantasy
we made up spells and slayed dragons
but now i’m fighting my mind’s demons

ignorance was b l i s s
when did we become like this?
 10° 
haysia
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 10° 
Jordan Ray

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 9° 
Kayla Gallant
My mind is much like the sea
The deeper you go
The darker it gets
Rough outline, might expand at a later date ❤️
 9° 
Madds
It’s the kind of sadness where your rib cage
Contorts
And twists and
Snaps.

Depression doesn’t float through my veins
It crawls through my bones, with dagger hands
And winding movements.

I cannot breathe.

And yet there was nothing taken from me.
But then again you took everything all at once the moment you looked in my eyes, covered my mouth and forced me down.

I don’t know why your smell still lingers in my every thought.

I’m not scared anymore.
 9° 
Eshwara Prasad
There is a bustle to claim life as our own everywhere.
However, the spirit of life has abandoned us and disappeared.
 9° 
Veda Laurenski
You are the sea.
You are cruel.
You are cold.
And I love you.
 9° 
Enzo
The weirdest dream
I ever had
was you
not being in it
 9° 
Ann
keep your eyes closed love.

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s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
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                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
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                             ­                                          of the  w               s
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                         ­                                                                 ­            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.
 9° 
Jake Devlin
There is a war raging inside of me
Feels as though I'm being eaten from the inside
An anxiety that will not relent
An ache no poison could feasibly palliate
Founded beliefs of a love, one so true
Begging God for an answer
For what reason do I deserve such torment
Of being away from the One
That takes away all of my blue
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