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Highlight my bruises.
Illuminate Hidden confessions;

Like petals;
I roam from wonder to another
Yet Swiftly
I vanish.
Peace is the most precious gift humankind can ever give to itself. But peace is not control. It is not oppression. It is not coercion. It is not a war won. Peace cannot be forced. It can only be evoked. It can only rise to the full consciousness of mankind through the moral poultice of love of self, and then inexorably, of love of all others. It was 56 years ago that Martin Luther King, Jr. accepted the Nobel Peace Prize, and it was only one year earlier that he gave his stirring, utterly eloquent "I Have a Dream" speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial in the summer of 1963. But more than a half century later, where does humankind find itself? It finds itself on the verge of extinction from existential threats of both catastrophic climate change and nuclear holocaust. But who and where are the global peacemakers of today? I do not see or hear them. I know dictators of totalitarian nations rob, enslave, and **** their "citizens." But I also hear the president of a democracy lie multiple times everyday to the people of his nation. Where on the horizon is another Lincoln, another Gandhi, another Mandela, another Martin Luther King, Jr.? There are politicians aplenty, but we desperately need women and men who have the courage and the wisdom to be leaders, not simply vote-getters. Without peace worldwide, we shall all die soon, I believe, along with all other living creations around the world. But I know where to search for peacemakers--in the heart of every human being now on Earth. Love begets love. If one is loved enough, that human being will not only love her- or himself, but will ineluctably come to love all others. That is how love works. And when love becomes the grand motif of human existence, sharing will supplant aggrandizement, caring will replace callousness, and peace eternal will preclude extinction.

Tod Howard Hawks
Silly Stone
I heard she came after I left
And that she left when I came
To Lusen
I wonder why our timing had to be so bad that I never get the chance to meet you  (>_<)
For some~~

It is time for Advent

That special season of waiting

For a birth in a storied event..

Incarnation it is called..with a

Child arriving to save us from

Sins construed as so messy..

Re-contemplating that

Child.. recalling our own  

Innocence..before our many

Journeys to far places

Seeking in messiness

Our illusive Innocence..

Until..with joyful Surprise

A journey's end:

From our Innocence

We have never departed...!
Jeff Stier
The beauty of the barrens
the sky a blanket of grief
and no man knows the end of it

until the end.
Zoe Mae
Shriveled up is what we become
If fate dictates we don't die young
Which is worse, I can't be sure
But maybe, just maybe, love will endure
snow will fall,
rain will pour,
seconds will be counted
and time won't stop
for you
or me
but since you left, I have frozen.

all things go, but my heart.
Silence Loves to Hide
the Feelings
We Carry So Loudly
in Our Hearts
God is broken, on our side.
We scream prayers to heaven
But they don't arrive.

And I've gotten so sick -
of complaining.
The fence is the trick.
It's mandating.

How we can ask to die.
Now life is just a picture-
To share with an ally.
happiness feels toxic.
look at me
look me in they eyes
i am not your savior
you've confused our friendship
for something much more than what i can provide
and for that
i am truly sorry
Gerardo Reyes
I would love the world
To know my poems
To create love bonds
Like never been told

Have faith in relationships
That can last forever
Through the life battleships
That can be attacked whenever

Having faith through the darkness
Curing with sweetness
That's what love partners
Do in the moments of bitterness

Problems are like puzzles
Anger is what some are used to
But I would love the world
To know my poems
To create peace bonds
Like never been told.
I am off to my little hill
to heed and heal.
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity but the computer is not correct
455 likes and loves
callie joseph
i **** myself
yearning for you
for a love unrequited
has as much chance of survival
as a barren seed
on the dark side of the moon
I live to breathe
Nothing else
It may seem so simple
As if there is more but there is not
I don't enjoy holidays
I'm not quite sure why
Every time I think of Christmas time
I want to cry
I usually enjoy sleep
The nights would be my favorite
But my mind has recently
Scared me out of that
So I live to breathe
I live for my chest to expand and empty
The rhythmic working
Of my heart
Circulation of my blood
From my head to my feet
i love you,
and to prove it,
i need to end myself?
it's not  that I'm scared,
but i would die,
not knowing,
if you smiled,
when you knew,
i loved you more than myself
a lot of people **** themselves to show someone how they love them, but if you did you will never be able to know if your love for them, made them smile
I make my bed on cold hard ground
I raise up long before first rays of dawn
It's a life I choose
I am not bound
I feel it's my way
of being sound

When I keep
my mouth zippered down
I find that my words
not going round
Causing pain on both
ends of stick
And my wounds I
don't have to lick

When upon the woods
I rail
All alone like ship on sail
I find life full of mystery
As truths are revealed to me
Give me time that's unadorned
Oak and acorn  
pine cone woods so thick
Until God blows
out my wick
My beautiful sunflower,
of warm, yellow joy -
infectious - as sunshine
beams across our faces.

An abundance of petals,
golden in the light.
Growing toward the sun,
striving for perfection.

Our beautiful sunflower,
nurtured and thriving,
growing through my heart, warm
with happiness and love.
happiness of being in love? feels gross to read it now haha
If the one who tells you that your face becomes more beautiful with tears, isn't a handkerchief seller, be sure he is an insane.

each time i gaze into the windows of your soul,
i see the empty void you are,
and while you never wanted me,
i became enthralled, and
because i wished to be the one thing your soul consumed
Nikki Nikos
If death was a friend...
I'd tell it to stop making me cry.
I'd tell it to stop making the faucet
inside me run and run like a waterfall.

If death were a friend to me,
I'd tell it to stop taking away those that I love.
I'd tell it to find someone else to bother.

If death were a friend,
I'd tell it to stop pulling my heartstrings
making my heart twinge and twist
as if a knife were stabbing me.
I'd tell it to stop bullying me,
I'd beg for it to leave me alone.

But it persists,
looming over me each night
like the nightmares that cling to me like a blanket.
a blanket of despair, of sleepless nights
of sadness that can't be quelled.

The impatience runs and death waits patiently,
waiting as it whispers to me
the chilling words that wake me up:

"I'm not done yet."
all i know
is that there is no one watching over us
Only a few things make me crack
I can’t handle comments on my weight
No I don’t think that I’m fat

It takes me years to gain
“Little girl, don’t you eat?”

All I want is curves
I can attain them too
But if I miss even one meal
It all falls through

I wish I was invisible
I wish no one cared
I wish that when I enter the room
It won’t feel like everyone stares
im tired.
im tired of watching cuts slowly heal over and bruise.
im tried of begging for help.. silently.
im so tired.
i cant even hold my head up anymore.
but you know, im flexible.
you can pull me and i wont break.
not yet anyway
Jeremy Stacy
It’s like an awakening has been in place,
ten years in the making
to form from the rearranging of time I’ve been wasting, that I’ve sat splitting and spacing

my steps I’ve been tracing at an endlessness of pacing but I’ve caught what I’ve been chasing
Bea Autumn
Time flies by so fast then its past

Remember special moments always last

So make some memories to treasure

Each day have and give some pleasure

So when second chances do come by

To love again say yes reach for the sky

Because I love the moments in time

When you're with me and you are mine

Cherish and relish everyday while you can

Precious are the moments when love is the plan
make every moment count
My mind sits as a
Soft infant
Trapped in a
a gangling crib
Of despair with
No way out

I feel I am
Helpless, small,
And worst of all
A loud
I wrote this to describe times where I get depressed and I feel helpless and like a nuisance to others.
The Moon must have kissed her
—before I
and the moon must have missed her
—more than I
fore her love only came to me, in waves,
and I'd beg

for mercy

my love
my love come back to me
but she was meant for the sea
and I—
could not follow.
So in her divine love,
the love of life and light to follow
she carved out paths for me
and brackish water set us free
A dark cold night
Whete the moon don't shine
A perfevid dream crept into my mind
And made my belief confined .

"A long lost World
Where humanity is seized
And blood got hurled .
No rain ever fall down .
Only pain hits the ground
But we never made any sound .

Our lives were ripped off
And breath Were seized.      
Only thing which we can't found
allowed to admit
these letters
are losing meaning
some days
i don't want to be me

some days i don't want
to be a person
Cleanse, this gift I collect
Taken shameless
Hidden from the rain
Let these candles burn around it
Surrounding fires sactify the area
But never are shadows cast from the flames
Touch not the cell that holds it now
The grey dissolved illumination of this cloudy sky pries the light apart like moonlight in the day.
Tonight when her eye has opened wide to view the site I provide her
My goddess stretches across the altar
A blessing does not falter.
Jeremy Stacy
Entice me with your coquetry
so precise that it’s like poetry
I meet it with my suavity
in a game with reciprocity
I appreciate the honesty
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
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
Let me be your match
Light me up
And I will be your light
Thru the darkest nights
As I burn in flames
And wish my blaze will last longer
This fire will be your comfort
And I care not to become ashes
For I have given you my all
But grant me one favor
Always remember my flame.
I'd burn happily
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
crawling into a crevice
to call home
a cave in the side of a hill
carved out long ago
eons before i was conceived

bedding underneath the rocky ceiling
that fire gives way with a tango
of flames bouncing here and fro
dancing all over
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