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I can’t write for ****!
But you look beautiful
Prince Allival
Walang away na hindi naaayos, lahat yun nasosolusyunan. Hindi lang talaga naayos ang iba, Kase inuuna yung PRIDE.
You can’t have a relationship without a fights. But you can make your relationship worth the fight. Getting rid of your pride is the most important thing on being in a relationship. Walang perfect na relationship, masakit tanggapin pero yun ang totoo, ang mahalaga through the heartaches na naranasan mo, sya ang nakasama mo. If pride will be the center of your relationship, you’ll never have a successful one.
Brette lovell
I wear your jacket to keep me warm
I wear your jacket to show your love
I wear your jacket on late night coffee trips
I wear your jacket through the arguments
I wear your jacket when I laugh
I wear your jacket when I cry
I wear your jacket when I scream the pain away
I wear your jacket as a reminder that you were once mine
Michael Stefan
We do not make art,
Art makes us

Every word, every note, every brush-stroke

And every joy,
Every wonder,
Every tear,
And every pain,

Is part of us
Did you know
I'm the bridge
Not built by self but others
Did you know
I'm glad for it all
Because this bridge
Won't let you fall.
My eyes have changed color…
To a lonely blue hue.
I wish I could wash away all the blues,
So my eyes could return to their cheerful, warm brown.

But the tears don’t feel like slipping out.

My heart feels heavy,
Just weighted down with strong emotions.
I feel as if my chest wants
To eject my heart for being so hard to carry.

This heart is so broken it hurts.

Oh, sadness...
How I hate you sometimes.
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.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
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.
No one is following me no one likes my poem
I'm just so sad
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If I could have found
Someone to express
I would’ve talked about
My Loneliness
My Dear Poet
It’s late
I must sleep
But my soul speaks
“Just one more rhyme”
And so I rest now
Because of this line
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
Words' Worth
What is this life?
Where beauty is judged by false eyes
What is the purpose of this unrequited love?
When the most beautiful thing
Is you and you cannot treasure it
Because society doesn't see it
The eye of the beholder is truly blind to the light
Dr Baljit Singh
इँसानी दिमाग भेडिओं से बेहतर
ग़र भेड़िये बस्ती में न आए
दिमाग पे काबू पाएं

गाड़ी के शीशे को बंद रखेँ

Dr Baljit Singh
Monday, 8 March 2021
Andrew Gomez
“Oh, hey! I didn’t see you standing there?”
“That’s a lie. You looked right at me..”
“Hey. You haven’t been talking to me?”
“Hey, I’m just checking up on you.”
Check all you want...
I won’t be there anymore.
David R
A veil drapes lightly
O'er mist beyond,
Existence unsightly
Across the pond.

Leaving this jacket
Blood, tear and toil
To rot 'mongst maggots
In dirt 'n soil.

Self and light,
Rid of material,
Rise at twilight
To world ethereal.
The world is my oyster,
And the entire ocean is polluted.
The pearl inside, dead.
Your surroundings make your label, despite how "pure" you may be.
“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.
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
We're all mad here
the day you accept the bier
the moment you accept the fear
you understand, we're all mad here

We're all sad here
all is sorrow, a single tear
there is no tomorrow,  no home pier
you understand, we're all sad here

We're all angry here
all is lost cause, so strange, so queer
all is far, yet so near
you understand, we're all angry here

As a white rabbit dashes by
As a time flashes by
Late, late, late
for nothing and everything, too late
Carlo C Gomez
"The sea complains upon a thousand shores"

Yet, I miss your current

passing through me

infinitely I tread this water

in the hopes you will soon awaken

like new horizon

"my precious, the sea will never rest"

Inspired by the poem from John Edward Smallshaw:
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
jack cariad leon
i feel you touching me
the way i felt
the skin on my head
knitting together
right after my brain surgery:
not much at all
in fact so little
that it fills me
with fear
"Silly girl"
They say.

"How can you love a boy you've never met?"

My answer is always the same.

The boy I've never met has told me I'm beautiful so many times.

Never has anyone I actually know made me feel of such worth.
MCR saved me.
The View of Her Eyes

The view of her eyes,
more distant than he longs for,
with miles (emotional and physical)
lying between them, set in stone.
He second guesses what he feels,
til love to him is a thing of fiction
(fully expressed, but never felt),
as he stands on the edge of shadows
between the realized, and unrequited.

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
Jim is the author of two books of poems “Musing On The Cricket Game of Life Part 1 1/2” “An Extravagant Way of Saying Nothing “both available on Amazon
sadness begins to feel
when happiness begins to feel
does happiness even exist
It’s the little things
that makes us.

It’s that hug before bed
It’s those ’love you’s that are said

It’s the little things
that makes us.

It’s the smile from far away
The gaze that asks if you’re okay

It’s the little things
that makes us.

And it’s
the little things
that breaks us.
Joe Quaale
My life looks tired like my youth Has lost it's fire .Everything slowing down resting in the sands of time making it hard to stand up when I'm down Feeling heavier than light Gravity gets Heavier the older you are That's why I Set it free Before It can see the heavy in me.
It can get Heavy
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
The stars stopped shining
I don't hear the birds anymore
The wolves no longer howl
I'm cold sitting here
your warmth has left me
my tears froze in time
my heart rots now
you left
not even
a goodbye
I kinda hate you now
but why do I miss you
After all this
I want to be done
done with these feelings
I want to hate you
but maybe I don't
at all
She told him
It's ok
With feelings in her heart

His black, dark heart
Down & despair
Nothing reached him
Probably u shouldn't read this light heart
let me be your girl
your world
and all the inbetween
ill be the the moon, the sun
the stars and the seas
ill be the rain, the snow
the hail, and the heat
i could tell you all i know
and all youll ever feel
ill be your crash course
the cause of your all-nighters
ill be your wake up call
and the whisper in your dreams
ill be everything i could ever be
ill be yours
i could be yours.
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.
They were too clear
I could feel the hate
The regrets
It felt sad and once I woke up
I feel sick
To master my reality
I give it my all
To be one with nature
I obey natural laws
To experience this life
Of such pleasures and pain
To run in this race
Where winning is vain
To live like a fool
So eternally wise
To be loved unconditionally
Beyond my demise
All of these things
I hold in my heart
Creatively shaping
My collection of art
Traveler 🧳
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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