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they say “griefing is part of life that heals you”
but if its apart of yourself that you want to ****?
because you are filled with so much guilt.
but you want to rebuild, yet feel so unfulfilled
wanting  the experince for the thrill
while being still and stagnant
forming detachments
 263° 
riri
i'm practically on my hands and knees, Lord
begging for a sign
of whether i should stay or go
please.
 250° 
cici
some days are like long nights
swallowing the bitter pill -
we strive to reach the spring
 170° 
J Kharkongor Szabo
She pushed her soft cheeks against mine
Put her chubby little hands in mine
Still as a picture
Knowing what was needed....
Not a word was uttered between us
We sat there and weathered the storm...
 136° 
Bailey
Today I had a new sensation
I wanted to cry
And I couldn't
Now I'm left to wonder
Why
 113° 
R
it has so much meaning
after youre already dead
red was never a favorite color
to me
but it was yours.
red petals and red thorns
roses were yours
i'll get them tattooed
because that night i couldnt save you
 106° 
Jason James
You came to me
In darkest night
And set yourself atop me.
I wanted you
And you didn't stop me.
Finally got my chance
Did the horizontal dance
On broken floor boards.
Couldn't get enough of you
I wanted more
But I lost you
To an airplane and my own insecurities
I lost you to the sunrise
For you were just a dream
From which I had to wake.
It's more than I can take
I just want to go back to sleep
Where you're there for me to keep,
But I lost you.
 90° 
Karisa
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
 88° 
Trin
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
 87° 
Faded Moonlight
Looking at it,
at a loss for words,
like a spear through the heart,
like a knife through the throat,

I failed,
Why did I try?
Why didn't I do better?

I'm a disgrace.
I'm a mistake.
I'm a failure.

Forget about it.
It's the past.
I failed
 82° 
Andrew Philip
Certainly
When she used
To look at me,
All of the factories
Would shut down.
But now,
I see a forest
Filled with vines
That suffocate trees.
They climb and ****
To survive
And I still don’t know why.
 70° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 64° 
Kawa
“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.
 60° 
clmathew
~Midnight. Heaven is
bathing, the window open.
Just a kiss away.

—Jane Miller, "American Odalisque", The Gift of Tongues

He, the moon, and I
written March 2nd, 2021

My love and I
look up at our night skies
during this midnight time we share

our eyes looking at
the same stars
in our heavens so far apart

the moon baths us
in its gentle light
embracing both of us

I am envious of the moon
touching my love
when I can not

so I ask the moon
to kiss him for me
lovers are we
he, the moon, and I.
This poem is a combination of truth, fiction, and imagination. Written while thinking about a friend far away.
 54° 
Aaron
Hand skewed across the pages
Hardly a lift my mind still twitches
Emotions blaring cryptic nodes
Drifting sanity gives no hold
Plastered blasphemy prys thy eyes
Beneath the soil ask your god why
 54° 
Aubrey
Break my soul in two
Looking for you but you’re not here
If I can’t relate to you anymore
Then who am I related to?
And if this is the long haul
How’d we get here so soon?
And I’m sitting on a bench in Lincoln Park wondering where did my baby go?
The fast flights
The Christmas lights
Aquarium and zoo
You coaxed me into paradise and left me there
A universe away
I’m too wise to trust you
And you’re too old to care
It gets colder and colder
When the sun goes down
Im sitting on a bench in Lincoln Park wondering
where did my baby go?
Inspired
 52° 
Akta Agarwal
Everything may have a reason in life
But the biggest thing is faith
If you have it, you will slide
If all the problems and the might
Keep that faith as high as you can
Keep the pretty hope alive
You will have a great life ahead
And you will have a great vibe
Keep the faith as you can
One day you will understand
That's faith is powerful
Or you may say
The power of faith
Faith hold all the power
 45° 
Maria Shabalin
I threw my cigarette in your luggage
Thinking it was trash
How was I supposed to know
That you had become so attached
To belongings in a case
That will eventually disintegrate?
Turning my grandad’s hilarious misdoings into philosophy. He can’t see very well. Tried to throw his cigarette out in my aunt’s carry on.
 44° 
Daire Sweets
She wanted to turn her pain into art
So she decided her skin was a canvas
But the brush was too sharp
And the lines were too deep
So red paint soaked through
And there was nothing other than tragedy
For the art was not beautiful
Like sunsets and flowers
It was harsh and sad
Even though the lines were clean
It left a mess on the bathroom floor
And the paint stained her arms
And she sat peacefully watching
The masterpiece she created
Be later hidden by long sleeves
 42° 
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
 40° 
maritza
“I’ve put out a lot of little roots these two years,” Anne told the moon, “and when I’m pulled up they’re going to hurt a great deal."

Am i going to miss those roots as much as I think i am?
Living and experiencing life
depends for a great deal on
where you are born
where you are from
Some people sadly ,
always have
to look at life through
a veil of tears.

Shell✨🐚
Things like poverty, education not only depends on you but also on where you were born!!! So let’s not judge on another
 36° 
Sarah Spencer
I wish you loved me
but most of all
I wish I loved myself
I'm tired of pretty poems. My thoughts are good enough
 32° 
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
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Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
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
 27° 
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
 26° 
SomeOneElse
Too insecure to just be me
Longing someday to be set free
A four, wing five I.N.F.P.
I am my own worst enemy
A prisoner trapped inside me
Wishing I could be happy
New poem on how I often feel
 24° 
Aeerdna
You are Shakespeare in a world of fools,
poetry in a world of broken words and
broken feelings.

in a world full of desperate cryings
and spiteful noises,
You are the jazz instrument that
makes it quiet in my mind.

You are love in the middle of
this war i am fighting with myself.

Your lips, pure art,
You are the smile
that brings colour
in this black-and-white world.

You
a dance in a summer rain,
You
a rebel lost in a world of rules,
a free bird,
a mystery,
You
the richest wine,
that makes my dark feelings
numb.

You,
beautiful as Vincent's Starry Night,
Your eyes are two blue moons
i get lost in
You,
the one who has a shelter in my mind,
You,
the purest feet that have ever stepped on my heart.

You,
the voice that lifts me from the abyss
whenever i fall.


To be or not to be is no longer a question,
to be with You
is the only answer.
 23° 
labyrinth
Please stop the time dear
I wanna get off right here
 23° 
Bryle
Self love will always be
And will always be a struggle
It's the constant acceptance
Of you lacking, of your own flaws
It's the dissonance between
Settling for what's in store or
Trying to see what's for more

Self love is about
Answering the screams you hear
Inside your head once everything
Has settled and calmed

Self love is about
Addressing your fears, of what is
Keeping you awake at night

Self love is about
Letting your tears fall, letting your
Emotions take over every while
For self love is not about sparkles
For it is dark, painful, and tiring

It's hard, isn't it
 23° 
beingcoolisaflex
Scars,
It's all I can see,
Hidden under clothes
Or hidden under me.

Never breaking,
But ill also never be taking,
The chance of you knowing me.
 23° 
tranquil
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
far
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...
circles
 23° 
Leah Carr
Hello, my name is Manipulative
Or at least that's what people call me
I'm also inappropriate.
Along with aggressive and unkind.
Those are some of my other labels.
I'm a burden and a pressure
I'm not fair to others.

What do I want to be when I grow up?
I want to be Leah.
A young woman.
A human being, released from the chains
of the words of others.
I want to be free.
But will it ever happen?
 22° 
Traveler
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...
 21° 
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
 21° 
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.
 20° 
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
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