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rain scent
is pulling
me out
of my
and softly
me back
to sleep.
Gone are the days
Those glorious days of happiness
To what it may be
My own deceit
Destroying myself
Aseak my own hidden self
A raw being
An ugly sight
A truth I do not like
I'd torn love out of myself
Gone cold and void
Seeking Wisdom
Looking for peace
It wasn't there
Never could it be
Only in love
I open the blind as eyes are wide open
When u blink u sink in my brink
I Seether around inside thy vacant dark mind
I ignite thy insides with my golden wand
My toung is gold my words are jewels
Decorate thy mind and decalciphy that first eye
We all serpents in God's clothing
Our shed skin is pure clay and dust with fine rocks.
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
They had to make it
it was about time
everyone being immortal
was getting way out of line

So they drew up plans
to make death come to man
tirelessly they worked
putting time on the blueprints

Labs were working overtime
many did feel strained whilst they refined
this was going to be the biggy
they could not wait to unleash it on cities

When all was complete
all did meet and greet
all was completed very well
now they did release on Earth hell

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Imran Islam
My night dream
will come true
in the morning,
if you come with me
for early walking,
my sweet darling!

My day will shine
with your love
as like a rousing,
if you smile at me
like the blazing
sun, oh my darling!

My work will find
a perfect rhythm
in your feeling,
if I reach your hands
in the late evening;
I miss you, darling!
My books are live on amazon
Graces everyone with her presence,
lights up the world with her smile,

Where does the light come from?
Where does the darkness hide?

Look into her eyes
you'll find where the truth lies.

A shattered heart,
a numb soul.

Darkness lies within,
breaking her apart

Like a candle,
light is what the world will get

While she slowly melts
into her shadow.
why should I apologize
for being a monster
when no one apologized
for turning me into one
Ginger R
I wrote a poem into the wind
Improvisational melody
And promptly forgot it
I think the wind kept it
um you might have noticed I changed my gender. This is a kinda new thing, and I can't promise it'll never change again. (but then, changing is kinda the point, genderFluid)
but yeah. :)
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
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
When I needed you
You were there
Although you didn’t know it
You walked with me
I sensed your shadow
You sang to me
I sensed your air
I decided that you were there too, to protect me
But I was wrong
And it always hurts to fall.
Mary Anne Norton
Broken heart
Broken dishes
Queasy stomach
Long held tears
Bed of roses
Hurtful thorns
Your reality
Has become
My reality
Idea from television show
Coleman M Lowe
"Myopic Tunnel"

Through a myopic tunnel I walk.
Stumbling upon the demons i stalk
Straining to understand their words
Yet afraid of what their message may hold
The walls and path are all ablur
As further along i do blunder
Stumbling and falling
To rise once more
Searching for a magical door
To release me from this caliginous gambit
Then the goblins and trepidation omit
To deliver me anew to the suns bright glare
And release me once more from the captivity of despair

A day I will understand you,
the power between what I share with you,
and the greatness of our relationship,
a day I will understand what it is more than friendship.

You are strong and present as the sun in the sky,
Thy are stronger than a musky
rock, and a tiger in her territory,
Thy words are everlasting and confirmatory
of a love that never fades,
a smile that evades
each critic.

You are my dolomitic girl.
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
listen, in this family you never show any signs of weakness; you close your door and close your heart and keep your **** mouth shut.

ivy cried in her sleep and cut her wrists open in a desperate last attempt to ask for help but all i was able to offer her was advil and a wavering smile. the truth is, my mother’s first boyfriend taught us how to fix a flat tire but he never explained how to ask for help or what love was even good for in the first place. and ivy never meant to hurt anyone but while trying to **** her sadness, she accidentally killed herself;

she was made up of choppy syllables and not enough, and i think it is important to note that not all little girls come from cherry lollipops, that some of us have eaten cereal from the box while hiding in the basement from a man with rough hands and angry eyes.

mum is made of a steady voice that she uses to tell me that my shirt bleeds neon, a color associated with nightclubs and drugs. she is made of secret sabotages and the palpable disappointment in her eyes when she whispers that donuts have 195 calories and she’ll quit smoking when i stop starving myself; she has excellent timing because whenever she asks this of me, i happen to be in recovery. she is made of jealousy and manipulation and the disease that shakes her bones and forces her to rotate through cycles of boyfriends and therapists.

richard was not ivan’s biological dad but he is the only father ivan has ever known and i do not say that as a good thing. some boys are made of skinny jeans and sharp jawlines and ivan is the kind of guy that is now a little deader than he was before he claimed his first girlfriend took his breath away. and when they talk about guys who use girls for *** and enjoy emotional manipulation they’re talking about ivan and his cloudy eyes; it is important to note that some boys have touched more thighs than textbooks and that ivan is going to spend the rest of his life making love as if he could gain it back. my best friend in kindergarten used to call our teacher “daddy” as if he could replace the one she truly needed, and ivan will never admit that he misses his father as much as she did. it should be noted that some boys are more sad than angry, and when ivan was twelve he started skateboarding because it was easier to fall on the pavement and feel pain than it was to inflict it upon himself with shaky hands.

we found what we loved and now it is killing us.

this family is hostage to blank silence and bleached walls, there are words we will never say carved into our throats and i know no one gets it but listen, when i was seven i watered my mother’s favorite plant until it drowned because i never knew when to stop giving, and i cannot grasp sanity or love in these decaying bones and i was never good at being honest with anyone, least of myself, but let me tell you.

if you wander here looking for validation or nourishment i feel sorrier for you than i do for myself, because you sure as hell won’t find either in this house with it’s crumbling ceiling and chained doors.
what is a home,
if not the first place you learn to run from?
Abner Ros
The red stained concrete often intrigued the neighbours, though they unanimously agreed to never bring it up with the Atkinsons.
maybe today
isnt a good day
to be alive

i want out
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
I created you with my art,

you immortalized me on your canvas,

channelising our broken hearts

to pour out the story of "us"

you dusted my shards

on the paintings you made;

I wrote you down on my cards

wording you in my shades,

we found each other

when we lost ourselves,

we are two books kept together

that belong to different shelves.
twist the blade
you sunk in
its pearlescent handle
gleaming in moon glow
basking in light
of refracted sun
itself, almost beautiful
in how much pain you were possible of causing
My sadness is bright
I see it so clear
Blinding me in sight
Still it lets me now it’s here
How can I stop it?
I am only made of fear
Finding strength
Knowing there is none near
I really just wrote this to express what I feel in this moment. Seeing family isn't always so great.
if love is rain
can't you be the umbrella protecting
it's not just just mere definition of
drowning in one thoughts
or attraction towards ones sanity
it's the trust , reliance
you can't just drown like that
rather you be the soil to absorb
either be the sun to drain all of it
but question yourself
is it a flood causing rain?
according to me
love should be rain supporting a seed to sprout out , you let it grow beautiful with your tears or sweat by not letting it know but just give it strength to turn out into strong tree
even though whatever one day even that rain destroys , you being  bloated with feelings in a situation where you can't let go them and eventually when you let out  you can't be yourself anymore
so for me love never existed (expect my family) and I guess it will not either
but do love really exist?
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
I pen a poem
a beautiful
and think that maybe
it is about a woman instead.

in disgust,
i throw it away.

not that i hate her,
the contrary,
but to me,
it seems,
a flower cannot be a flower
and a woman
cannot be a woman.
Zoe Mae
I'd like to be your day
Well planned and smooth
I'd probably get in the way
The doctor wouldn't approve
I'd like to be your star
God knows you're mine
Just be who you are
And that would be fine
write what you want to write
express your emotion here
at ;
hello poetry
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
Three bright figures stretch
across the night sky -
a pinpoint delivery
my restless eye
before I dare go to sleep
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
callie joseph
he will never reach
a blissful satisfaction
picking splintered timbers
from a beige sky

he will never love you
until you burn
and the clouds are red
like a forest fire
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
you should have waited a little longer
just a little longer
my day was bad not my heart
An absence of her presence
always leaves me feeling less
Companionless, friendless,
loveless and defenceless
Much, much, less than me
perhaps I talk too much to the moon
and don’t listen enough to the universe

for I long for a love
too extraterrestrial
to ever find on this planet

perhaps a poet’s true fate
lies in solitude

for we yearn for connection
too shakespearean
to ever survive this modern day
I turn 21 on Saturday but feel around 70 if i’m honest.
Further than ever
A promise to break
A river lit silver
A heart left to ache
To sink or to swim
To run or to stay
I’ll sleep through November
Awake me in May
call me. x.
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
Lady Misfortune
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

Created 5.21.18
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