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Let it break you
Cut your fingertips
On the shards
Let it change you
Find new edges
And shapes in the glass
Let it remake you
Reflect the damage back
With bloodied mirror fragments
Leave your memory
Deep in their marrow
Haunt the corners of their sight
 243° 
Evan
“how come he don’t want me?”
Come Rejoice, For each of you are Special to Christ.

Come Rejoice, sit and when you are Ready Dance.

Come Rejoice, for you mean so much to God and I.

Come Rejoice, for the Good Lord really Loves you.

Come Rejoice, for someday We shall meet there.

Come Rejoice, for soon Christ shall return here again.

Come enjoy , for Our King shall return for Us too.

Come enjoy, for this is nothing compare to Our future.

Come enjoy, for Jesus loves you so much my Friend.
 202° 
patty m
Friendship is unpredictable, unconstrained
as the unexpected gust of wind that
sweeps across our lives.
When stars twinkle and snowflakes flower,
I look back through the years and see us
as we were, young children, smiling and eager,
ready to challenge the world always laughing.
Even our brown bag, lunches tasted better
when we shared sandwiches together.
You had the silliest ideas,
and I went along with all of them. Remember when
we put perfume on our tongues to make our breath
smell good, and you put white nail polish on your teeth
because you wanted them to be movie star perfect.
How frivolously we cast each other aside
when men entered our lives. We made luncheon dates,
dismissive little gestures, yet something was gone, or
exiled in lame excuses. Until one magic day,
we found one another once again and
learned we were both young widows.
How we challenged each other's minds and hearts and faith,
dancing like children in the wind. Was it chance that
brought us back together, and let us see inside the other's hearts?
I didn't know how soon you'd be taken from me, again,
this time on the wings of angels, nor did I dream of
the pain of loss I'd feel inside.
Now the cat and I sit on the window ledge,
watching two little girls playing, one yours, one mine.
They look just the way we did, when first we met.
and somewhere in my mind I hear " Heart and Soul"
played on the piano, and remember how patient
you were when you taught me my part,
and I see again the brightness of your smile
when I finally played it right.
I'll never forget home economics, and those **** yellow skirts
we had to make. My skirt's seams were pulled and puckered
and it looked more like a curtain valance than something
I'd wear. I was sure I was going to flunk, and we couldn't
stop laughing hysterically when I modeled it for you.
But you picked out the thread, and helped me redo
those puckered, crooked seams, and it didn't
turn out too bad. I promised I'd pay you back someday,
and you held me to that promise. Little did I know
how hard it was going to be, my precious friend,
to watch you suffer and hold your hand
as you breathed your last breath here on earth.
Today you hovered close to my shoulder, and tweaked
my muse, so I wrote this poem for you,
my dear friend Rosalie.  I chuckle thinking of you with a
halo.   May the Lord hold us all in his hands until we meet again
friendships such as ours don't end with death.
I got lost in the constellation in your eyes,
It felt like I was flying in the atmosphere's oceanic skies.
You made me spin like my orbit is around  you,
In this biosphere, it has always been you.
I'm in a steady state, each day my love for you is expanding,
But I'm still me, the same way, withstanding.
When the universe started to form,
Everything was meant to happen.
We were destined to meet,
But not to be together,
Because you got lost in the constellation in the galaxy of another.
It is about science, about cosmology a branch of astronomy. I used the terms to relate it to love.
 106° 
Planejane2
I feel like life is passing me by.
When will I say hi,
And welcome each day with sunshine?
 103° 
Eva Aloezos
I am tying up loose ends
making amends,
reluctantly parting with the bend

all to walk upon the straight and narrow.
 98° 
Eliza
It's not in my heart
Or my mind
It's beyond my lungs
My veins & my flaws
It's beyond it all
The pain is deep inside
As if my body leads
To the entrance of another world
And it hurts because it's never
Been discovered
It's shiny and new
Full of nature and bloom
My pain lives alone
Beyond my ability to explain
 89° 
Meadow
Summer is coming soon to an end.
A bittersweet summer.
One that has aged me to wise. Solemnly, I stand welcoming and allowing.
Loosened grips, blood returns to white knuckles.
Numbed fear, but wild excitement.
Random 1 minute poem: raw
 84° 
Latifah
Some people grow
and some don’t change.
Some people don’t stay
and some are stuck in one place.
Some people are repeatedly visiting the past
and some are impatiently waiting for the future.
Some people are living in the moment
and some are thinking about tomorrow.
but how do you be found,
when you have never been lost?
in the end of the story you’ll see,
being lost is also a part of the journey.
 79° 
laura

why do you tease me so
querulous and catty and quirky
the many faces you have
delights so svelte, online media
you write almost tangible
and your beautiful braid-dangles

stupid thoughts, bad cup
pollen from the dandelions
breeze by, heron umbrella
of Autumn's shadow--
the ghosts of never again haunt here
despite you sweetening
the edible tangles
 67° 
Morgan
Like a magical night
when everything goes right

And he gets what you mean
you say "This is the Joint!"

When he laughs cuz you're funny
and your jokes are on point

When he asks for your number
and you give it out wrong

When the movement is Music
and you both know the song

When you dare not to care
so you're free to be you

Now he's feeling your vibe
and you're feeling it too

It's a night to remember
but never repeat

Cuz it was what it was
In that hot summer heat
Rest your eyes
and let go of tonight
I'll still be loving you in the morning
 63° 
Yours Truly
“This is my last time”,
I said 4 times ago
As I paint my brittle fingernails
Red with blood
Somethings deeply wrong with me
 62° 
badtaste
one little spider fell on my leg
I smacked him off then I said
"Did you nibble?
Did you bite?"
he said no
just a kissed you goodnight
:)
I made this poem for my little cousin
I smell early morning you
In my spearmint tea
I take a pause
Before I sip
Sleepy cuddled breath
Fills my lungs
I gulp it down.

I smell late evening you
On the cloth of my backpack
I take a pause
Before I throw you over my shoulder
Everything you are
I breathe you in
And carry you everywhere.
 58° 
H A Vitatoe
Not knowing, where the universe begins
Or how far, the darkness extends
Can one know, where it actually ends
 57° 
Poetic Eagle
time heals no wounds
it just gets you used to the pain
such that the pain doesn't hurt anymore
 56° 
Faizel
Slowly it draws every last breath
every step  that we take
moves us closer to death
this truth we have to face
no matter what the evidence
it's an open shut case
live with no regrets
because your life you cant retrace
in this life we have a stake
live life to the fullest
no matter the odds or mistakes.
mistakes is there to learn from, pick yourself up dust yourself off, and just keep swimming.
 55° 
Ally
My sacred place
where I demand
to feel
... feel the pain

Poured onto canvas
so abstract that
a handful feel it with me
I allow it

Extended versions
of the classics
prolonging the emotion
... to be felt

It's a process
allow, the emotion
to feel
to feel the pain from within
 54° 
Austen girl
I think he loves me
Maybe only a little
Maybe the way
I stopped loving him

I think he loves me
Like a moon
Shrouded in mist
Like the air
Before it rains

I feel guilt
For thinking
For knowing
For imagining
He loves me

I can no longer
Think him
Know him
Imagine him,
love him....

I think he loves me
I think he could have
If he wanted to..
Once upon a moon..
If he loves me
I think its too late
 54° 
Nikki Danilov
you slip love notes in your bag
because you miss him.

and on those empty nights you grip each one on your heavy heart,
wishing you could just see him.
 51° 
Nina
He had pretty eyes
And seductive lips
He told me
That i turn him on
I just laugh it off
But little did he know
He had turn me on first
 51° 
Donna
There’s nothing better
than beautiful photos filled
with special moments

❤️
love my family photos I have plenty hanging on my walls at home always makes me smile when I look at them ;❤️
 48° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

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                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
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                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 46° 
Alexis
I assume we are scared of death because we don’t want life to end

but Death wants to live too,

The sun has to go away
For the moon the be able to shine .
Ya know?
 46° 
Blckstr
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 too *******.
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.
 45° 
Rebeca
I've been dreaming about a girl
With silver hair and icy eyes,
With pink lips and good vibes,
With the softest smile and skinny thighs...
She was the sun ray that kissed your face
After the cruel winter haze.
She was the gracious lioness,
Almost like a royal Highness.

But she was just a con
Because, c'mon ,
She told me she loved me,
That she'll never leave me
And then I woke up and she was gone
And I was left alone from dusk 'till dawn.
When you think you just found your true Happiness, then Life waltzes in and gives you a good slap.
 42° 
quiel
i have spent time thinking
about your feet
and i have yet to thank them
for they have walked this earth
ever tirelessly,
ever inexhaustibly,
and have brought you

towards me.
 42° 
Cyan
As a child I’d always pick up feathers
and the habit persists today.
But only when people aren’t looking.
Maybe,
they remind me of the coat I once wore before I forgot how to fly.
 39° 
White Lion
Complexity in all these strings
we do not see,
the shutters up, the shutters down,
some half mast to the brim.

Elevating words to overloaded meaning,
trying to find the cracks
to connect.

Closing seems to be so negative,
but is just on track to jump naked
into the middle.

Markets once were places
to come together
and share the bare reserve,
a verve for ancient spirit
sauntering scents of many oceans,
melting in heartfelt pregiveness.

The sun throws angels through locked glass doors,
only to get up.

Trails entail to fail,
can we see, can we see
the track?

At times
I fear to look into the sky,
cause I don't want to see
what it might tell me,

but its beauty has another sight,
streaming through us,
printing mythologies
into atmosphere.
 39° 
Winter Child
In case no one gets it,
i collect my excerpts
better
than i spell my prayer.
Spills my personal feelings
and trouble,
longer than i bow
on my knees.

i memorize every shame
and quote it
into a piece of paper,
the same stroke
they did to break
my bones.
Marks down
every of their tone
when i got yelled at,
being degraded.

In case no one gets it,
i use my fingertips to fight.
Being sure of my words,
but never myself.

They can take off my guts,
break down my sanity
into pieces of insecurity.
Yet i’m here to remain bold
until the last spill of ink,
and my pen
can no longer stand.
the battle is in my head
 37° 
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.
 36° 
Hg
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 36° 
Hello Prolly
I love nonsense,
especially when it makes sense.
If my eyes could just speak,
It will scream at the top of it's lungs
And try it's hardest to convey what it's feeling.

The pain,
the pressure,
the tiredness,
the unworthiness.

It will surely shatter
And break into pieces as it explodes
due to pain.
 35° 
Arianna
"Forgive me, for I have sinned:
petrified before the glass-faced Gorgons,
mistaking the fearful woundedness of my heart
for the absence of your Love."
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