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Elizabeth Zenk
If I was supposed to
be defined by grades on
a paper, or by words in
a dictionary

I wouldn’t have
been born human.

If I was supposed to
be confined by margins
on an essay, or by stars
on a flag.

I wouldn’t have
the ability to create.

If I was supposed to
be defined by hatred
to my name or by my
disgraceful past.

I wouldn’t have
been born me.
charles bateman
Mercy drops from heaven, hot coals burn in hell, everything has it's purpose just like a dinner bell. I am not a stranger to a hard and broken life, I got with the wrong woman the source of all my strife.
But I have learned difficult lessons in this life I've had to live, my heart is three times bigger, it has taught me how to give. I am not complaining in place of gratitude, in its wake I'm forever thankful to the God of me and you.
new poem
Hidden Colour
I’ve been trying, trying, trying trying,
I’ve been crying, crying, crying, crying,
Nothing more to say, nothing left to give

As you stare out into the Midnight sky,
What do you see?
I’ve been flying, flying, flying, flying
Flying high on life, high on energy, high enough to say bye

I’ve been falling!
Homage to Drake. Lemon Pepper
That night
I held you in my arms
So fragile and broken
So familiar.

And I could not help it
My heart cried out a song
So familiar
For you my love.

The notes appeared from thin air
Just as easily as it disappeared
The moment the sun scattered
Through my bedroom windows.

cant sleep :')
Do you ever feel guilty when you walk all over people?

Do you ever feel ashamed when you lie?

Do you ever think that maybe you should care about your child?

Or does everything always have to revolve around you?

Do you ever get tired of manipulating others?

Do you fall asleep with a satisfied grin?

Tell me, what's it like to be you?
Michael T Chase
Not eating, drinking, or smoking for the Will of God.
These mortal morsles seem so significant now - energy to do things.
Dry, sticky mouth.
Slight ache in the belly.
Unfulfilled desire of the lungs.
It seems my reflection is dependent on these and not my soul.
240 million malnurished children.
2% of the world is homeless.
18 million in prisons.
689 million live in extreme poverty.
What can I do, I'm one person?
What can I do, I'm one person?
What can I do, I'm one person?
Give a little more than I spend for me.
Give a little more than I spend for me.
Give a little more than I spend for me.
there are many things i want to say.
but we are too far away.
then i don't feel too well.
i still scared to tell.
but i need you to here.
cause i need you more and more.
RVani Kalyani
New moon,
Dead burnt plaster,
Dried acrylic.
Melody Mann
Time is a number,
A value we have denoted to a moment perceived as the now,
Its presence doctrines society and its functionality,
A fickle means of conceptualizing the abyss.

Time is but a construct,
A bid to control what is everlasting,
A scattered ploy to compartmentalize actions and obligations,
A means of justification.

Time is arbitrary,
For the essence is eternal,
Our soul is formless,
As the creation is infinite,
Relinquish your mind to this celestial current,
And harmonize to its flow surging within.
Lauren Johnson
I will spread dirt into every crevice of my broken heart and plant flowers so big and beautiful, that their roots will mend all the shattered pieces back together, and you’ll never be able to see the mess I used to be.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
Ian c Macleod
Skin on skin
Lips on lips
Hands touch hands
Hips push hips
Breast to chest
Eye to eye
Knee to knee
Thigh to thigh
One to one
Lip bite sighs
Rhythm to rhythm
Side by side
Complete bliss
Felt inside
Toes touch toes
Force like tides
Skin on skin
Lips touch lips
Head on chest
Sleep in bliss .
Your pool of innocence, gets me
I wish I could say mine remains
I am broken
Hide away the remaining
For they are broken and meaningless
Suffering ends now.
“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
I am a stone, I will make my own ripples.
My heart may crumble
in your hands
like Autumn leaves

but I am a Spring storm in waiting,
ready to drown yours in rain,
until it shrivels up and dies
To all the boys I've hurt before...
I'm sorry for not giving you the love you deserve
I'm sorry for trying to love you
Trying to be loved by you
Because I couldn't love myself.
I'm sorry for all the tears.
The midnight calls,
The impulsive "yes" the impulsive "goodbye"
I'm sorry for trying to love you
When I wasn't over him.
to you the boy I hurt
to you the boy who was hurt
to you the boy who still is hurt
to you the boy who is trying to love another but still is hurt from the past.
Here is the apology I never gave... Here is the apology she never gave.
A rose and a cactus fell in love.
They understood each other's thorns.
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
not enough time alone
not enough food for me to eat
not enough

im not enough

its okay.

less money spent on me,

less weight to gain.
loving you is like loving sunset
in the end of the day
it happened

it's gradual
it's quiet
it's magical
it's fated

before slowly, leisurely wrap my world in darkness
Emilio Valdez
A misplaced angel dreams of lush facades,
Marinated in an amber-honey glaze that
pools into the streets, homes and
hearts of its radiant inhabitants

I wish to rip that page
from Dorothy Gale's book,
heel clicking until I am back
in that primal womb of sunshine

where I am able to soak in
the richness of natal nutrients
conceived for my angeleño heart
Just been missing home for a while now. Thanks for the outlet y'all.
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!

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
Starry babes
Van Gogh’s The Starry Night
Is full of color and fright

It gives you the rush of a feeling,
The rush of no return
You can see where the mind split and fell
Through the cracks of the earth

The indigo lines and the yellow circles
Van Gogh’s The Starry Night
Nobody wants a fake love
but that is all you ever offer
black matter and monsters
is what you're made of
The price of life is death.
The price of death is life.
Which are we buying?
- Nought
charles bateman
I will never judge you with hatred or disdain,
I will never cause you strife that you may in peace
God forbid anyone insult you or clip your angel wings ,
I will stand in awe of you and the wonder that you bring.
I will knock down all the walls that have made you poor
I will help you take the leap and watch your spirit soar
for you I wrote this insignificant poem to tell you of your worth
you will have your portion and your cup , you will be my friend
you have value and worth , don't let anyone say you dont new poem
Wendy Star
It's such a broad question with many answers.

Is it the words that make a poem or the feelings?

The message or the rhythm and rhyme?

A poem is what you see, what you make it, so may I ask;
What is a poem?
Astonishingly beautiful world,
the zephyr kissed me
come to play with river mists

you brought the sun in your eyes,
the church sun dial came to now,
coalesced into one,
my world was caught,
between a finger and thumb

radiant morning
I flew your line of sight,
Helios lit my wings in white.
for H
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
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
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.
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.
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
Life can be
Such a mess
So get out there
And do your best

You fell down
Well, get back up
I never meant
To be so rough

The world is fast
And it ain't fair
Love is hard
And it's cold out there

Life can be such a mess
It's up to you
To do your best...
they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper

buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...
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