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 501° 
Madison
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
 431° 
Mohd Arshad
Like photography,

Friendship needs your favour.

If you have a well developed mind

You can catch any beautiful scene

In one go.
 381° 
Scot
With hasty fervor was I summoned to a home
It was thought that a young girl did roam
Away she went on her feet
Or did someone take her in a van?

The children in the street they did report
That the girl was dragged away by a man of a sort
I checked the home even under the beds
Under the covers where kids hide;
the closets too

My counterpart and I got the whole story
But our guts told us something wasn’t right
In the kitchen we quickly discussed
The rapidly changing story of the kids outside

There was something wrong
Something not right, the feeling was palpable
We double checked all places for a sleeping child
Then glanced through the back window with fright

A pool.  We became overcome with dread
The officers and mother swore they checked the pool
They said that they were sure she wasn’t in the deep
But trust nothing and look for yourself is a saying to live and work by

Chuy and I stood at the pool
The water was not nearly clear enough
For us to rule out the unthinkable
We both peered from side to side

I saw a dark spot that seemed to be a drain
At the deep end of the pool did I bend
And stared ever intently at the drain
The drain started to move, ever so slightly, with the waves

Chuy confirmed what I thought I saw
A sick pall did upon us fall
I grabbed the long net
And commenced a long haul

I felt the spot heavy on the net
While officers searched for a kidnapper
Which was accorded by the kids
The mother thought we were wasting time

As I pushed the heavy
To the shallow end of the pool
I saw her four-year-old body
“****,” I thought, bring the lieutenant

We drew straws to jump in
To fetch the poor child
To return her to her mother
I lifted her out and wrinkled she was

Too late to revive, too dead
Now how to tell the mother
So we braced her for her fall
She saw her baby stiff and wrapped

A toy floated by
As mom she hurtfully cried
We brought the EMT’s
They saw she was too far gone

Called off the troops
Squeezed the water from my pants
The officers and mother could not understand
How they missed the little tot

Our feeling, unfortunately correct
A mother’s life wrecked
It’s tough to pull a child from the water
And a toy in the pool floated innocently by
 343° 
JoJo

her heart has been broken
so many times she wonders
if it's beyond repair.

the walls she once loathed
now surround her heart,
unapproachable by man.

each night she lies
awake wondering if
anyone hears her cries.

but He hears her
and tells her heart to be still
for He will dry her tears,
take her and restore
her broken heart.
for she is His bride.

I teach her to paint flowers.
I play cards with her.
I wheel her outside in her wheelchair.
In the warm, sunny air.
I show her I care.
While my dear mother in Heaven
looks down and smiles.
I smile too.
And then.
Shed a tear.
My beloved mother always wanted me to work with the elderly. This poem is for her. I miss you, Mom.
 307° 
Pedro Vialle
Let me sit here
and let life go by me
and finally I'll be forgotten
left to be ash on the side of the road
stepped on like I always was
no value, no worth
no one to care
so end this, please
let go and forget
Why wouldn't you give up on me?
I'm just a rock in your way
so kick me to the side
and go away
before I ruin everything
like I always do
 276° 
Lost Soul
don't smile at me...
cause ill smile back
leave me alone....
i cant love you
let me lie to myself...
cause i cant want you
push me away..
cause i know i could never leave you
 265° 
Preeti Karnwal
The curtain in the corner

The pattern on the curtain

The texture of the pattern

It says a lot about my pains.
 194° 
Estella
at once you mean so much to someone,
yet when someone more important comes along,
you're nothing but a dead leaf blowing in the wind.
 186° 
BJ Donovan
As the raven's shadow eclipsed the sun
   I trembled with doubt for my beliefs.
   I wished I knew hidden truths gods are
   privy to and I'll die in ignorance again.
Once more I claw beneath dignity in
search of a captain's beauty with wild
hair and a member of my church.
What will come of our bent knees?
Pray. Hear the beat of our hearts in a symphony.
We might fail to bury the grief. We might find who
we've spent our lives looking for. Peace.
 176° 
goodtea
You tell him you love him
Because you don’t want him to leave
You don’t know the difference
idontk
 150° 
Lexi Guffey
Don't tell me you love me.
I am a free spirit,
not to be tied down.
I am a magi of the earth -
an apostle to the ebb and the flow.

Don't tell me you love me
when you do not know the words that leak inside my head,
when you cannot look into my eyes and read whats going on,
when you cannot understand that I am woman -
not object, not, possession not yours

Don't tell me you love me.
If you loved me,
you'd let me go
 150° 
Phoenix
Just message me?
 127° 
Silver Winter Sky
Bed
There are many people you can lay in bed with,
But there are few who you'll want to wake up with
 119° 
Madison
I say I hate you.
Little do you know,
I'm scared to say I love you.
 108° 
Sobbingsoul
Let the emotions
Bleed from
Your heart
Inflamed
By the pain
Of separation
Let it bleed
And it
Will heal
 97° 
Evan Stephens
My heart casts
a shadow
that takes
your form:
How can I
resist?
 85° 
Erica Girone
They tell me to be happy
To laugh & act care free
They tell me I’ll feel better
Why can’t they just leave me be?

They tell me to be happy
As if it should be easy for me
They tell me I’m not trying
I can’t help but disagree

They tell me to be happy
If I go to therapy they guarantee
That it will fix all my problems
Which sounds so silly to me

They tell me to be happy
I tell them I’m just fine
Sometimes there’s beauty in suffering
And I’ve found mine in rhyme
 80° 
Hg
wri
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thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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 67° 
Mohannie

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
 62° 
Lama
it’s not a normal feeling
not a temporary feeling
you’re sick, and you know it
 61° 
Ariana
So many I've written about
Many more to see

So little written about me
Much more I'd rather be

So many I've thought about
All the differences I see
 59° 
Shaun
Books devour the silence

that weighs down inside

like bright little creatures

they dream and breath

in their cosy little worlds

until each page sizzles

with a human touch
 59° 
zelda rangel
if you can be a strength
to your family and friends,
so can you to yourself.
small progress is still a progress
ily all **
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination
anymore.

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation
after.

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
congratulatory
self-contradictory
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
self-assurance
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before
them

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
 57° 
Renn Powell
beauty is not defined by
the colors of pigment you brush onto your skin
to hide what you believe are flaws.
its not defined by the fibers you glue onto
your eye lids.
nor the creams and glosses you swipe upon your lips.
beauty is not defined by the skin tones
that rest on top of your bones,
or what colors of silk lay upon your head.

beauty lies peacefully within the soul, mind, and spirit.

you are beautiful.
 54° 
Carmen Jane
Remember our giggles,
When we used to play that game
Where you trace letters, on my arm?
With your tickling and suave touch,
Of your feathery tip of your pointer,
We did that for hours,
And kissed for each guessed frase...
Years went by, and we forgot about that game
Now we invented others,
For our two daughters.
Yet, I still remember, one frase
And even its original place,I could trace
You wrote that you love me,
And then you spelled my name.
a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
 54° 
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.
 52° 
Steve Page
The bigger my heart,
the greater my capacity for hurt.

The more open my mind
the deeper I need to think.
 50° 
Poem posted
Comical.

Date night.
Hmmmm....shouldn't every night be a new date.
Follow the rhythm of your song.
Follow the dance of your heart.

Date night.
Sounds desperate.
Spirit doesn't plan. It moves
where it needs spark.
Stalemate

Hmmmmmm....
 50° 
Lee Aaun
Fly me to a place
where
You and I
can be
one
 49° 
Hunter
I just lay here
With my own fear
I sit in a chair
Thinking life is unfair

I’ve been chasing a cause
Despite my own flaws
I just need the key
In order to be free

I’m not breathing right
My heart is my sight
My passion is my light
Leading straight to fight

Now I’m already dead
When my light lead
It was you I dread
 48° 
Poetry
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
Count down the days, dear, Until I fall into place here.
I will be upstairs til then, looking for new ways to process the old days.

Gift wrapped and penned, I wish I could stay here.
Call off the search on me now. You know where I'll be found. (6 feet underground) Darling just look down.

I knew I'd find you here, It seems all so clear just like your favorite song. ringing for o so long. I know you had to go but I didn't think it'd be so soon.

Count down the days, dear, until I fall into place here.
beside you now. beside you now.
inspired and heavily copied from Meridian if I dare tell the truth.
 42° 
Zack Ripley
Words can hurt. Words can heal. Words in a book can make you believe anything is real. Words can bring people together or tear them apart. It all depends on the kind of conversation you want to start.
 42° 
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
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