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c a r o l i n e
Hatred is clawing away
Tearing my sanity
Stripping my dignity
To tell my younger self
And to the enemies of the old
“Existing is a virtue”
Gone are the years
They’ll soon unfold
Only looks are young
Eyes wide and wise
Before dead and grown
“Existing was a living,
Because you had something
to offer the world”
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Moon's eye opens
I look at her,
She gazes back at me

I can't help but wonder
If she feels
A little lonely tonight

shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
Eric the Red
I am...
The living breathing
Cigarette smoke
Centrifugal mud
And cheap drinks
Made up of $10 wines
With no opener
But alas
I had a $150 bottle once
Along with a $3 can as a chaser
Only because I know
Of no other language
To speak
No other blanket
To put around me
Bad kisses
With bad teeth
Cigarette smoke
No other
My dear sweet love
Power over
Tyrell Burnett
Parents bark, bite, and blame.

I raise my earphones' volume so high, that I don't hear my pain.
Be consumed by love
be consumed by passions
be consumed by light

Be consumed
it is our nature
coming from stars.
Amanda Kay Burke
It's easy for you to forget me
Wish I could say the same
Your memory stalks me like a ghost
Haunted by your name
Vinolin D
The people take the flowers
By their hands from the plants
to end that life in a single day
You broke my heart by your words from my body to end my feelings in a single day
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
Carlo C Gomez
The human mind
and the human heart
and the scent of a woman
Omaha Beach
and the poisoned sky
and the rhythm method
Morse Code
and one too many icebergs
Mighty dollar
and what is never laid to rest
The human mind
and the human heart
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
Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, it’s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Carlo C Gomez
Exiled to dusk,
Fractions of the sun
Begin to lift away,
In concealment
We shudder,
Casting our reels
Into a pond of uncertainty,
Clock hands bend
With advancing shadow,
And speak of time
Only in past tense,
I so want everything
I ever felt for you
Preserved for posterity,
Even should forever
Be far less than
We imagined.
Nola Leech
He punched me last week
And told me that he was joking and that's between me and him
My friends saw and helped me break it off yesterday
Today is my eighteenth birthday
And I am nothing like my mother
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
You are my sun
and I, your sunflower
I look only to you
I bloom for no one else

The ardent love
Planted in my heart
It blossoms fervently
Violently for you

You mean the world
And so much more to me
You’re my piece of heaven
Fate has sent you to me

You are the dream
I can hardly believe
Never thought possible
Coming true just for me
My sun, my love.
Oct 30, 2020
i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed
Why does no one ask the darkness..
"Are you ok?"

Fools wander whilst being unmade..
They wonder where agony sleeps..

Within a Silent Mirror is genesis of pain..
they said fall in love
he said fall for me
but no one ever told me it came with a fee
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
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
It’s rare to find
people who

Paras Bajaj
The emptiness in my eyes,
The truth behind my lies,
The fall before my rise,
And the goodbyes;

It scares me.

The dark beneath my skin,
The light within my sins,
The voice that loudly sings,
And my broken wings;

It scares me.

The wounds I can't heal,
The pain I can't feel,
The loss I can't deal,
And when I am real;

It scares me.

The silence in my little talks,
The stillness in my moonlit walks,
The thought of separate ways,
And my numbered days;

It scares me.

The demons under my bed,
The words spinning in my head,
The blood in my sweat,
And my cold breath;

It scares me.

-Paras Bajaj #PoetrybyParas
Instagram : @mr.parasbajaj
Amanda Kay Burke
After everything I gave to you
All the time I let you waste
You slipped out of my clumsy hands
Leaving me with all this empty space
I wonder why I wasnt enough
Guess she somehow gives you more
Than the worthless contents of my heart
That now lie trampled on the floor
I hope she is everything
I wasn't able to be
Maybe if I had tried harder
You would still be here with me
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
Boring buffaloes  salute the salamander.

Baboons, buffoons, rule the work lizard.

Will the scale male parade its  green and gold in utter abandon?

With its teeth and slime and parking meters sublime--
make claim to its birthright in space and time?
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.
Isaac afunad
it's been plenty of years feeling like strangers  with the beautiful smile that you gave me the first day we met you gave me a chance to love how could l ever thank you.
A flower
Waiting to bloom
A garden lush
In all its color and florescence To wait for spring
An eternity
So, pick me
So that I can blossom
Bench Press'n
And wrong is still wrong
There is still such things as
I don't care what Joe Biden
Or the congress try to convince themselves
There is reality and truth

I don't get upset by life today
I don't tear out my hair
Most in washington d.c.
Do not know God or his Son Jesus
For they are captives to sin
They try to have a form of godliness
But they deny the power
That could make them holy
A family member I loved knew about Jesus but did not accept him as Savior. He  died screaming. I do not write this to dishonor his memory. I don't want this to happen to anyone else. I write about life because it is serious and has eternal consequences.
Samantha Cunha
The man
who kept
his emotions
at bay
in them
A Single Tear

The water runs down
the side of my nose reaches
my lips and dribbles into
my dry mouth and quenches
my thirst and then I burst with feelings I feel
all over the place
yes that’s funny but
that’s  how I feel. I do.
These are trying times. Just let me feel.  Hear me. And oh please, just please.
  Let me be.
I used to feel so easy to love but maybe
I’m just eager to please
because no one thinks
to love the girl
who looks best

They step on my knuckles and it’s a compliment
to stand and watch me bleed.
Wrap my hair around
their wrists and smile,
fill my mouth

They tell me not to cry, or think, or speak, but I
have been crushed between teeth
and swallowed quickly
more times than not.
Scared to rot,
Paul Hobson
Id cry too,
Cry for me,
Cry for you,
Cry every time you see the color blue.
Cry alone in bed,
Cry each night after the prayers that are said.
Fill a bucket full of tears,
Those aren’t yours anymore,
Give them here.
Can someone tell me
How to escape when I get
Lost in my own mind?
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.
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