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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:
If I could have found
Someone to express
I would’ve talked about
My Loneliness
I see myself walking in the night sky, taking the moon home, and letting you stay in the best place of my heart.
Indonesia, 7th March 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
i think he was a delivery guy
building four, number 2
across the walk

a moped with one of those
cage attachments
for carrying food
or packages
or whatever

one time i brought over a
loose hammer found near
his bike and caught a
glimpse through the door

gray couch,
folding chairs,
table full of wires
nothing out of the ordinary
same layout as ours

white Hats barreled in
before we could react
the dog was first
then my brother
then me

guess they had some bad intel
for peace in solidarity
purple for seductive
red for danger
blue for dead
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
Methmi Mandara
You had no money
We knew, that's not funny
To eat, To drink
Or to travel by bus
But now as a superstar, you got all
You pursued your dreams
And you see our screams
You are our rapper,

Cute thin long eyes
Which cannot tell lies
The soft smile of your face
Makes me happy, no matter what case
A kind loving heart
You had from the start
You are our rapper,
I wrote this for South Korean Rapper Suga of BTS on his birthday
"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.
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.
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.
I have decided today is the last day

I will...

Say "HEYYY" to my best friend's

Cuddle with my dog in the earliest of mornings

Cry into my pillow late in the evening

Hug my grandpa and tell him about school

Help my grandma with cleaning

Jam out to Disney songs with my uncle

And finally today is the last day to tell my mom

"I love you"
I'm so tired of fighting maybe this will help.
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.
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.
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
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.
Ignore your phone ringing
Ruining me
Using me
Pretend you aren't abusing me
Aimed at me you're always yelling
Sting me
Bring me
"Can I meet your family?"
You say no
go change your clothes
You're too ugly, adios.
Goodbye love
I am free of
Your mental sort of
Boxing glove.
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.
solitude is usual ,              even welcomed.

trips out reveal another state. the mind
and all travelling            excites, , i await


he asked me a question, then i replied.

endlessly.                      it may be a gift?

ash escapes the brain

into    air.

days left,

three voices

rise, until just


is heard


on reading of orchids

have been meaning to tell  what a lovely book

you gave me

so while the mopped floors dry i am marooned with

the internet a while

a good grasping size, embossing feels good to touch

while one chapter at a time opens new ideas  and

brings fond memories of dorset country side


another time in life

thank you
Mr E Writer
Tears fall silently
remembering how it was.
Joy will return, soon.
Tears are something that make us stronger aren't they? They filled my heart with angst when I made mistakes but joy when happiness was abundant. I didn't cry when my only child was born, nearly did when I was married (found) but shed an ocean of tears when I lost it all. Listen to your loved ones, its all too easy to hurt them through complacency. Regret doesn't fix it but tears will fix you. Given time.
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
waking up
to a
delusional belief
of something
we call
Oruña Ríos
Weeks upon weeks of waiting...
You’re still not here!
Nerves rise and keep rising...
It’s time for you to appear!
I belive we were meant to meet
If not today then tomorrow
If not this week then next week
If not this month then next month
If not this year then next year
And so on....
But someday somewhere we were meant to meet.
Meant to be each other's comfort
Destined to be each other's best
Made to be each other's forever.
I might not be the one for you
But I will always be the one to catch,
when you fall
Dry away those tears of yours before they fall off
my shoulder will always be yours
to lean on to, when you are tierd
And at the other end of this road I will wait
For you forever my love

#polca #foryou
Satvik gupta
SMILE is the best makeup that can cover your PAIN .
In search of a new beginning;
Bare rocks and cutting edge dust dunes;
Frozen caps and veins of ice.
Pristine Marscape all around.

We start by leaving our parallel prints
As we sprayed our hands in the caves.
“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.
Lee Aaun
they will say so many things
but not the ones,
your heart desires to listen
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
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
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
Voyez vous, 

l'histoire est un recueil :
Un recueil de pleur , de joie , de tristesse
Et même D'allégresse
L'histoire est un recueil universel
C'est un amat de nos échecs de nos expériences et de nos réussites
Il aurait alors un goût de miel et de neme

L'histoire est tachée d'imperfection
qui lui donne des clichées
et tout y est soigneusement inscrit et gardé

On es bien parti pour un meilleur lendemain si on étudie et qu'on corrige ces clichées
Étudier l'histoire d'un  X pour en ressortir d'autres clichées serai un  plus pour nous
Dianah Kimei
Shes' was fire
her courage blazed the earth
she' strength
her grace sparks beauty
her soul is inferno
it ignites power
her patience is light
that fuel ⛽️ passion
with lips like flame
her turmoil burnt
her  resilience is a blast
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
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 🧳
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.
Dinara Tengri
I will save my last lines for you
The final sentences
I will save for when we are alone
Eloise Rose
We constantly flip the switch
                                  footsteps approaching *

They can’t know we live in the dark
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