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 1880° 
Carlo C Gomez
Our inheritance
is loss

I don't care
about liberation

Freedom is
the ignis fatuus

Everyone's a slave
to something
 715° 
Traveler
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

The poem is one year old this month!

Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!
But have you ever been willing to plunge to the bottom of the ocean in search of them?
Have you let their siren song take you away knowing full well that it could end in your demise?
But you didn't care because that moment with them was enough to earn you your good death?
Have you ever held the knife at your chest ready to plunge into your beating heart?
Because it was the price of their kiss?
Did you ever walk into the darkness of the forest knowing you could be eaten alive?
But as long as they were on the other side it would be worth it?
Were you ever too late?
Did you drown instead?
Did you stab too soon?
Did you get lost?
Were you the fool instead?
Then you don't know anything about love.
 206° 
Anna
my heart is under the weather
due to the love i thought i had find
the promise of a forever that now was
over.
the forever to a fever that was over.
 204° 
tia
am i happy?
am i hurt?
i hardly know
all these feelings
are a blur
building up
in the corners of my eye
until i let it go
and cry cry cry
 166° 
Cné
With Trick or Treat a-loomin'
and the harvest moon a-gloom'n
and the ghosts and goblins loose upon the streets

You can bet your bottom dollar
that you'll hear a screech and holler
when you open up your door to give ‘em treats.

But beware of werewolves howlin'
and the zombies who are prowlin'
In the shadows in the corners of your mind.

For the scary cogitation
in your own imagination
is the one that you have mentally designed.

So...remember you'r not seeing
any supernat'ral being...
they're just costumes and some make up on the kids.

But be sure and take no chances
e're they start their spooky dances
Give them candy or the ghouls might flip their lids!

Happy Halloween my neighbors
on this night of ghostly labors....
And good luck.  You can't escape it if you could.

They'll arrive in cars and wagons...
dressed as witches, bats and dragons.
And they won't all be from your own neighborhood.

BOO!
 156° 
LostOne
you ask me why im so quiet.
why i keep to myself.
why im alone in my room for hours.
why i dont want friends.
why i wait in the dark.

if i dont talk nither will they.
if its in me its not out there.
if im alone nothing bad will happen.
if i dont have friends no one can hurt me.
if its dark no one can blind me.
 149° 
Nyx
-

I like you

-
Nothing more and nothing less
 122° 
rage
not to be rude, but why cant you just change?

the moment i knew it was all over
 107° 
untitled
she flicked you to the ground
and stomped to put you out
 101° 
Jade C
the man at the gas station is a poet
he cannot afford the 10K it costs
to become known, published.

as human beings we are unraveling.

i woke up this morning bathed in
blue darkness
a tear spilled down my cheek.

as creatures of Earth we are unraveling.

my dear friend sits next to me
and i wish i could fossilize our time together
time keeps splitting open.

a cracked goede-- i am cracking,
unraveling.

Patti sings of ***** of jade dropping
the sky falling
i get her face tattooed on my bicep.

Permanence and the Great Unraveling
flirt and dance,
twirling and challenging one another.

my love
eternal and momentary.
 80° 
Dean
when you sleep it's like you never cried,

breathing soft and steady, wet cheeks dried.



when you sleep it's like you never lost,

boundaries weren't broken and lines weren't crossed.



when you sleep it's like you're still there,

and you still smile and you still care.



when you sleep you look young as I,

no crease in your brow and no old worn sigh.



and so if sleep is death just being shy,

is it still so wrong,

to wish

to die?
This was made by yamiyurei
 69° 
solfang
my heart does not understand loss
or the idea of what's not yours;
it had only yearned for love,
not heartbreaks that dove;

torments itself with violence,
when memories unwind;
but suffers in silence,
and left sanity behind

oh, this heart of mine
someday you will learn
to somehow be fine;
but as for now,
love and treat yourself kind
breakup ***** cause I can control my mind but not my heart
 64° 
Van Xuan
Couples taught me
That the sweetest you can taste
Comes from the woman you love

But I don't believe that
Because when I kiss her lips
It is not sweet at all

What I taste is the desire
To kiss her more
The taste of longing for her

And the taste of happiness
A sincere taste of love
 63° 
Mose
Always a but hanging off the sentence like a cliffs edge.
Here we are standing.
Eyes wide open.
Palms out to the sky.
Ready to fall into the end as if it was beginning.
 56° 
4arTron
Why did they hurt
Like they know how
As do I
 56° 
C
I am haunted:
Not by poltergeist,
but by my unlived lives.
Parallel universes
won't ever speak,
they took an oath
to keep from me.
I have words and voices
humming in my head
that will never be met
outside of my bed.
I have to accept
I cannot have it all,
I have to accept
knowing nothing at all.
 56° 
Zainab Ibrahim
Hello old friend,
It's been a while,
My dearest freind
I've missed you so.

I've missed the joy,
The emptiness and dark.

I've missed the agony,
The feeling of not knowing who I am.
I turn the last page,
The next is blank.

Blank blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank blank
Blank blank blank blank blank

B L A N K

                                   Blank

So white it's screaming
So empty I’m left reeling

The lack of words
A void so loud
I squint my eyes unseeing.

I don’t think I’m ready yet
I dont think I'll ever be,
It hurts too much to be alone
Is this the price of being free?
𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘹
𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵
𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥
𝘈𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥
𝘉𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦
𝘗𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘵
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦
𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳
𝘛𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵
𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺
𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯
𝘖𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴
𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘻𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦

𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦
𝘈𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦
 46° 
Mary Frances
I look at myself everyday
in the mirror and then realize
I've been given the most beautiful gift
I could ever ask for - my existence;
my chance of life;
my chance of love.
 37° 
Deadwood Jawn
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He wasn't. Thanks for understanding, Lydia.. Lydia is angry.. Someone's hurt him..
This is Lydia speaking.
Hindi alam kung saan patungo
Gabayan mo sana ako hanggang sa dulo
 36° 
Kimmy
I attached myself to you so I wouldn't be alone
I became who you wanted me to be, my goal was to please you and only you, and in doing so I lost myself, and forgot the real me,
Now it's time to move on.. to cut the ties that bind.
It's time to take back my independence and freedom... what was always mine..........
This poem is describing myself. . I have lost myself in a man I'm pretty sure is a narcissist, I've been with him for 5 years now and in the last little while I've noticed behaviors that match up to what narcissistic behaviors are like....I know what I have to do. Take back whats mine..  the only problem is.... I love him 🙈😢
 35° 
Ashley
so mad
so angry with her that i go for someone else
hickeys
hair pulling
us 3
i can still taste you
the way you kissed us listening to the playlist
you made me less angry
you made us forget how angry we were
you made us love a casual affair
❤️
 35° 
Astral
When I was a child,
I was taught poetry wasn't mild,
It was deep as the sea,
And it seemed truly unachievable for me.
I was taught poetry had to rhyme,
Every single line, every single time.
So poetry seemed out of my reach,
Like chasing a seagull down a beach,
Jumping ever so slightly away,
Or soaring into the sunny day.

So I never thrived for what I thought would,
No, Could
Never be.

I guess now I'm fixing the mistakes of past me.
 34° 
Bek Blanchard
Now there were two of them
Separated between thousands
of read texts and timely
chats touched by sound
but not skin  
Awake in the others sleeping
Sleeping in the others awake  
Restless as they wait
Restless as they wait
 33° 
Austin Reed
I long approval,
from people I barely know,
how silly is that?
 32° 
Rita
I'm losing pieces from me
And I'm suffering.
I can't get them back
I can't remember.
Are all the happy memories I made,
Just a waste?
I won't be able to remember them anyway.
 27° 
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
 26° 
E
The face in the mirror
the look in the eye's
that reflection ain't me it's just a disguise
the fading of hair
the wrinkles that bend
it's just a life story that's told on my skin
this man in the mirror he ain't really me
their's a child inside that want's to be free
that woman of mine you could say she's the same
sometimes in the covers we laugh and play games
but as I get old and my life bears thin
I think of the fun
and think of the friends
so you could say i'm kind of bold
it's just a part of getting old
A poem my dad wrote on his 45th birthday
we all thought it was funny but truth is
I think it was the greatest one he ever wrote
 26° 
tainted black
..
she
closed her
eyes and took
a very deep breath,
crossed her fingers then
w  h     i     s    p   e    r     e   d,
"I long to see the   o n l  y
man who made me
shine in his
darkness
..
 26° 
Daniel Anderson
I still taste the salt
from the sweat of our friction
your laughter echos in the cavern
where I buried my heart
the flame of your smile
fades with the days
and with it
its warmth
but lend me now
the wool of your words
and I’ll fashion a scarf
we know December looms
Y’all ever just miss someone?
 24° 
REY
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.
 23° 
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.
 23° 
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.
 22° 
August
she's warm like summer mornings
                                  or like fire on the stake, on the rope, on the skin
and soft like the blue in the air
                                 or like the breath on the neck before the bite
and that smile pushes into my lungs and there's nothing to say except that
              i can't breathe
 20° 
Seema
Faded
Yet
So strong
Presence
I am
In you
Neither you can erase
Nor keep
 20° 
Wanderer
Is it the words whispered
in secret corridors
i love you

are they proclaimed boldly
from roof tops
I LOVE YOU

Or maybe love
sounds like laughter
giggles shared only between two

what if love has no noise
its beauty is similar to a sunset
seen and felt
but never heard
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