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 1290° 
LJ
ever feel so lost
you didn't even see the arrows
that's right in front of you
I'm literally in this state where I don't know what I need to do and what I wanna do. I'm internally screaming for help, trying to ask anyone who can help me. But, at the end of the day, it's really me who can help me, you know?
 540° 
Hafsa S
Losing my hair
Losing my mind
Losing all sight
Of what I want
down the line
Sanity, I fear
Is not something
I'm ever meant to find
 469° 
Ainsley
You were my fantasy❣❣❣
That I believed in fairytales for❣❣❣
Will always be waiting for you♥️💫
 443° 
Seanathon
I don’t bleed for you
Burn or in weeping fall like rain
With closed eyes or with headwinds sway
But like stars glistening
With night sky coldly watching
I am reminded
And think of you often
In a bright minded sort of way
Such a feeling. So felt. LOL self.

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 301° 
FluorescentShadow
Somniferous clouds
Of amber green smoke;
Trees in the fog,
Or rocks in the stream.

Delicate ripples of sound
Disturb the silence,
Like a gentle breeze
Among the evening birds.

As the waves roll in
The tide slides out,
Nursing me into the depths
Of healing darkness.
A sensation forgotten so quick,
As if it never even existed,
But it always returns.
 250° 
Paul Hardwick
Keep your distance
Two metres or more
I miss that hug

Not seen you in long time
Not much happened still the same
Still miss that hug

Is this how earth is now
Yes and will continue
I miss that hug

See you soon.




Love P@ul.
 208° 
rohayani
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
 183° 
Ujjal Mandal
Ujjal Mandal, Ganguria, India, WB

The beings bend their head down
Whose head wears the golden crown
Like the trees full of  salubrious fruits
Do, is called the paragons of virtue.
This poem shows the paragons of virtue.
 171° 
Qualyxian Quest
When I was in the JVC
Daniel Berrigan wrote back to me

I think you are on a good way, he said
I discussed Nhat Hanh's poetry

I have stumbled and often fallen
The bipolar tormentingly

But I plan to see this through to the end
Fr. Berrigan, pray for me.

                  prophetic-mystically
 168° 
Em
i downed the bottle
and it doesn’t burn my throat
going down anymore
but all these thoughts are burning my soul
until i turn to ash
and there’s nothing left of me to love
~e.m
 160° 
Lure Pot
Let the rain fall down today
My mind is asking for it
I won't do anything today
Drip the raindrops, drip it!

I will be walking alone in the wet grove
But if I see someone there in the rain
Then I'll stop walking on the narrow path
and I'll take a look at her,
If she blushes at me then I'll smile too!

I will sing the song along with
the wet leaves of the green forest.
The smile blooms on my face
when those leaves will be shy
And I'll enjoy them in the raindrops!

Today has no bindings
to walk in this rainforest
Here I don't want any company
These long trees will be my friends.
Today I am the king of this green forest!
BE
 132° 
avyukta
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
forever
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
grant
themselves
but will
give you
all of

 118° 
Douglas Balmain
The act of not believing;
not believing in one’s actions,
or participation,
in a world that preexists
the conflicted Self.
 89° 
ELK
we are all born
with dreams that have a
expiration date
but some expire
before others

Esther Krenzin
 63° 
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
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 56° 
Rushil
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
 52° 
Thinking of You
I didn’t need this city to create magic.
I needed me - fully unleashed, raw and unapologetic.

LA was just the place I finally allowed that to manifest.
 51° 
Maria Hernandez
I don't think
I am capable
of breaking someone's
heart,

because I know
too well
what it is like
to have one.
 49° 
alaska jade
Today, you ask me what I’m on.
I say
Wouldn’t you like to know?
My friend,
Life comes and goes
I’m high off of my youth
Alive off summer nights
Mid-August fights
Tears shed, falling into my bed
Falling into your arms.
Tie-dye shirts, blue-eyed flirts, and mini skirts.
Tonight, I am drunk off your voice.
Dog days, Smoky haze
Tomorrow, I’m completely wasted off your laugh.
Mosquito bites, the same old fights,
I want brisk autumn nights
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 47° 
bubblyflower
I wear my smiling mask
But when it's dusk
I take it off
All I see is flaws
It's alright,
I am used to it
Wet spots cover the mask
I can not take it anymore
I am revealing myself,
Please make it stop
 46° 
Desire
you,
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
you,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
 44° 
Lynne Podrat
Today I tried to run away
I did not have success,
The road was long,
The day too hot,
I fear I look a mess.
My long hair quite in disarray
My clothing, loose and free
People cry and point and try
to run away from me.
 44° 
Faith
My last dying breath

Was your dramatic sigh
 43° 
Dayda Base
Are you one of us?
The unseen...
The undervalued...
The void...
The used...
The mistreated...
The disposable.
Come through the gate,
Into a garden made just for us.
Where our efforts aren't shrugged away
Where we don't fear the love of our friends to be conditional
Where we are afforded reciprocity
We can smile with our faces toward the sun
Facing the warmth
Embracing the growth
Planting ourselves in this fanciful garden
Never to let anyone pluck a
Single
Precious
Petal
Ever again.
 40° 
Salmabanu Hatim
I enjoy being crazy,
It's fun,
Releases tension.
10/8/2020
just a little vase
empty
on a walnut table
waiting
for a single stem
of anything

fill me,
I crave
something
pretty
 39° 
Arek
"I need a brand new diamond ring"
she said while out loud crying
I said "it will our wallets sting
let's not be diamonds buying"

she said "then get me a necklace
forget about this ring"
i said "lets try to be less reckless
true love don't cost a thing"

she said "your philosophy i don't understand
who made you Aristotle ?"
then i saw why a diamond is a girl's best friend
and a husbands is a bottle
Mahal Nang ikaw ay mapagmasdan,mata’y nais ka laging masilayan.
Araw-araw kang laging inaabangan,para Lamang  makipag kwentuhan.
Mahal,puso’y hindi nakonteNto na ikaw lang ay makakulitan.
Puso’y nag iisip Ng paraan kung paano ba ang puso mo ay makamtan.
Lumipas pa ang mga araw at Tila-baga ang puso mo’y napapaamo ko na.
Hindi nag tagal matamis na Oo sa mensahe mo nakita ko na.
Oh anong sayang nadarama sa puso ay nagpasigla.
Pinapangarap na pagmamahal sayo lang nakamtam.
Marami ng dumating at lumisan pero sayo’y ayaw kang mamaalam.
Tila Mahal ikaw na ang Pinakahihintay para Puso’y tuluyan ng lumigaya.
Mga araw na nagdaan lalo ka pang minamahal.
Ang isang tulad mo itinuturing kong  Kristal.
Kristal na laging iingatan para puso mo’y hindi masaktan.
Lahat ay iaalay sa abot ng makakaya.
Puso ko’y walang ibang pakay kundi ikaw ay mapaglingkuran.
Dahil para sa Puso ko ang kaligayahan mo ay kaligayahan din nito.
Mahal sana’y hindi magsawang ang Puso ko rin ay Pagsilbihan.
Pagsilbihan ng tinawag nating Pagmamahal.
I dedicate my art  to my Girlfriend
Baby i love you so much
 36° 
clementine
eyes alike
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a poem for you:))
 34° 
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
 32° 
Ghost of Jupiter
Your heart was hidden behind petals

He loves me
He loves me not


And as I plucked each velvet fortune

He loves me
He loves me not


I found your love becoming clearer and clearer

He loves me
He loves me not


And I knew
I would never have to pick at petals
again

He loves me

~♡~
Older poem that came to mind tonight
 31° 
Ashley Kaye
I have the worst habit:

swallowing life experiences
instead of savoring them

then afterward,
when my teeth are clean,
thinking, “That’s it.”

And wanting ever more.
Another life transition and I’m weary of glorifying the past. Wishing the good times were all my nostalgia makes them out to be.
 31° 
CSW
Our magnum opus
Love shared with you, God's best art
Heaven's lone Monet
and we
won't just
  survive
    but we'll
      thrive till
        we're five
           and make
              peace with
                 our hearts
                     till we're
                         feeling
                              alive
                                   and my
                                        puppy-
                                               eyed
                                                     lover
                                                            will talk
                                                                   to the
                                                                          sky and
                                                                               we'll drift
                                                                                      through the
                                                                                              night till
                                                                                                      we're free
 30° 
Bree
I’m addicted to the feel of cold metal sliding across bare flesh
Addicted to the instant
when nothing marks smooth skin
immediately before
red rivers rapidly rise
painting a once white canvas
with a flood of emotion,
tears on my cheeks,
sobs caught in my throat,
numbness replaced by pain & sadness.
Addicted to the imperfection
of red welts and dotted scabs that follow,
fingers drawn like magnets
to the texture of healing skin,
tracing over and over and over now fading ridges
Amazed that I am strong enough
to heal myself over and over and over.
Convincing myself that I am strong enough.
I find strength in my weakness.
6 months self harm free! Writing about it helps fight the urge
 30° 
Jaimi M
What kind of monster
builds a girl up so high
and tells her she can fly
only for the girl to realize
after she jumps
her wings are only fiction
and the the ground
is a lot harder than it looks
-JRM
 30° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
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