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 455° 
laura
Here I am waiting.
Waiting for Christmas break,
waiting for peace and happiness,
waiting for relaxation,
waiting for time with friends and family.
It will definitely be worth the wait.
I know this *****, I'm just really bored. Hope you all have an amazing Christmas!
 445° 
Brad
Understanding what once was
  Believing in timelessness
A Journey I spent
floating to new discovery
  Inward times shared
to an undeserving audience
The right to cry
in the depths of darkness
I spent
I knew
Giving
          what I do not have to give
Taking
          only what is needed
Loving
         the tale of truth
Sharing
         what I only know
Time I give
    to all that listen
and hear the call
         of those unheard
 398° 
JaxSpade
The rain sleeps in the bed of my sullen eyes
 360° 
TK Chris
Nothing can be done
The ink smears the page
I rush to the next line
A forced race
I have to do better
The words must align with one another
Become lost in a trance
Then the page can dance
 325° 
ktle
You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
-what the first taught me
 250° 
Grey
I'll always be there to cheer you up
even if the only way I can do that
is by bringing myself down.
 194° 
Isaac
you can find it

in the cracks of the pavement
where the light casts
no shadows

in the corners
elusively small
tried and swept

in the eyes
of the child
against timeless change

in the ink
spilled and swirled
into infallible words

in the hair
silver in the light
facing the night with a glow

in the air
a sigh, a prayer
a frosty breath of warmth

in the tear
rolling down your cheek
a sign that it’s still there

don’t lose it.

we won’t let you.

you can find it in there

in you.
it’s never too late

even when it is

find it.

then it won’t be.
 138° 
nsw
Lately it's been like I've been stuck in this hole
Drowned in depression
Filled with anxiety
My presence resembles a balloon
Busted by pain
Pulled by responsibilities
Sometimes it feels like everyone is out to get me
But I sit back and realize
God is on my side.

- 12/12/19
 136° 
Lost
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON
 106° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 81° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 78° 
Ally
Although the silence

was necessary,

to heal my hurt -


my heart

and soul

aches to hear the sound

of your laughter
 76° 
Jade
to lie
and say I am not jealous
I can't
I watch you smile
and laugh
and feel the bliss of happy
I am jealous
resentful
bitter
I want to lie and say I am glad you're happy
but your happiness was at the cost of leaving me
so is it selfish
to wish you still wanted me around
 76° 
Corrinne Shadow
When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.
 69° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 65° 
Lingua Franca
Why so many seconds in a season
So much time in one year?
I know patience is virtuous and that What needs to happen will
But at this moment in time I have this rock of pity in my throat that I am pushing to swallow.
I know that it is a waste of time and non constructive but it still dwells at the back of my throat between my ears
Fragments are slowly being swallowed painfully and stiff.
There is too much pity, I cannot swallow
It’s making me gag and spit.
So much self pity I could swim in it
 61° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 59° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 58° 
Ash C
You're grown now

You can't cry

I wont allow

So don't you dare try

I know deep down you wanna bawl

But you're grown, you're grown

If you let go, it'll be a waterfall

So claim your throne

Because up there

You're gonna have to bare
 55° 
Nova
We
We’ve had promises broken
Words left unspoken

Tears on our cheeks
Lonely weeks

And yet
It still surprised me when you left me.
 52° 
Renee Danes
I hate myself
For wanting you,
A birthday wish
That can never
Come true
 52° 
A
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g
 51° 
Sophia
" Cut yourself"

Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse
Just a lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
" Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
" Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie
It's 'just one more' until you die
this poem is about me
 49° 
Heather
I think it’s time
to put things in motion
take steps
that can’t be taken back
I think I’m ready
finally
            to be alone
in lieu of you
 47° 
Anastasia
"you're so beautiful,"
i told him.
he looked away
"i'm not"
he said
"you're one of the most beautiful people i've ever met,"
i said.
"no,
i'm ugly,"
he told me
"i swear, there's something about, that's just
absolutely beautiful."
i promised.
he looked up
angry tears in his eyes
"No. You don't get it. I'm hideous,"
he yelled.
"you're so beautiful to me"
i said softly as he walked away
i tell him he's beautiful, but what i think doesn't matter to him.
 47° 
Emanzi Ian
Many a time,I feel so alone
Like I am really alone
Alone on my own
Many a time,I feel like I have no real friends
Many a time,
I feel like I have no real family
Like I don't really belong
This has been now going on for long
Sometimes,I feel like all that's happened around me is fake
That's maybe why on some days,the only smile I can afford is fake
I feel no hate,
Just heavy emptiness sometimes
And loads of unfulfilled promises that further get me wishing that I would get more than I deserve
I crave for real and authentic happiness sometimes,
Fake smiles,forced laughter,
And awkward hugs
I Yearn for a place where my heart and soul are going to be at sufficient rest
No haste
Fake smiles,forced laughter,
And awkward hugs
I beg of you my foes
release me
from the clutch of your damnation
allow me safe return to the land of my birth
freedom from your forked tongue
that spits foul words of stench
the gnashing of your teeth will be no more

you have created in me darkness
That you have embedded deep into the core of my inner being
I shall beg of you no more

I demand of you return
return back to the pits
for you shall be made to
wallow in the agony
and pain for which you have
bestowed upon life

It has been written what you
have created in me
you now fear
 46° 
Lisa Madina
The day was a good one
The sun was out
The cold didn’t bother me one bit
No one got in the way
I didn’t flinch at the sight of two people talking
Talking about dreams and no doubt planning a future together
He had his hands in hers
Looked at her so intently
I almost choked up at the sight
I forgot what I was thinking about
It made me long for you
There was a time when you looked me that way
Under the stars
In the company of crickets and fireflies
We talked
We pouted and fought
We laughed
We always looked forward tomorrow
Until they ran out
The stars are still there
The crickets come out
But the fireflies left a long time ago
 45° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 44° 
Maria Etre
I find myself
adding a lot of commas
in my poetry
Could it be
I need more
breathing space?
 44° 
Varsha K
From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.
The community of lovers, hurts, addicts, wonderers & wanderers.
 43° 
sankavi
I'm not in tact with my emotions at all
at one moment he's the one
he's the only one i need
he's the only one i want

and then I'm suddenly over him
suddenly I'm into someone new
 42° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 41° 
Nolan Morris
It just is

The red-bellied woodpecker and I
are one. It has always been
that way. See the blue sky?

And do you see all the ways
a cloudy world wishes to have
its say? Twisting and pulling.

Twisting and pulling. Twisting
and pulling. Yet, the red-bellied woodpecker
and I are one. It just is.

And you and I are one. Calling
out is the sky. The sun begs
the questions to be done. A ball of

Fire. And all this twisting
and pulling. Twisting and pulling.
Strung out and wrung out --

And a woodpecker. Red-bellied.
         In the sun. In the sky.
                And you

And I
 41° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 38° 
SWebster
When do you feel the loneliness?
When the wind streams through the sky,
When the leaves are shaken from their branches;
When I see the blue overhead
And the lies in your smile.
When I see your eyes looking at me
And your words dripping from your lips.
That is when I know: I am alone.
 38° 
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.
one look from you
and my body
softens and bends
in response.
i see nothing else
and i couldn't fight it
even if i wanted to,
you are my gravity.
 36° 
w m
96
we do not owe politeness if we feel unsafe
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