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 400° 
codenameCamel
the snake, the viper, the slitherer
minds hissing, fangs pierce
the hurt, endulging
toxic nutrition
soon spinning darkness
organs tremble
bleeding light
the fang, the peace, the chess
mind fumbles
world algorithms
night could end
make it stick
this time, maybe
 355° 
Madison
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
 336° 
Eryri
These jangling keys
I have in hand
Call out for locks
That no longer exist.
The building is gone,
Knocked out of site,
But still, I carry these keys
That jingle and jangle
For naught but the breeze.
 250° 
gayatri
.̶͙̰̪̳̥͔̭̭̤̽̒͆͊̇̚͝
y̷̡͚̤̻͌́͒̍͐̀̒͠ͅȯ̴̧͙͍̠̘̠̣̅͊͊͜͝ṷ̶̡̺̗̖̱̺͉̬̌̇͂̅͂­̙r̸̛͈̳̣̻̼̐͌̽́̍͗͛͌͜͠ ̶̘̋̈̏s̴̟̳͈͈̯̼̜̖̙͌̇k̴͓̯͈͌̽͒̑̈́̌͜i̷̛͇͔̠͍̇̅̈́́ṉ̶͇̰͔̯̱̓,̵̨̨̢̱̮̦̦͇̑̔̿̑͘­̧̖

̴̤̘̳͊́͘s̵̹̖̤̦̬͐̉͛̋̀͝ṕ̶͙͉̗e̷̢̼͎̪̱͉̤̼̪͇͋̄̔͒̋͝a̶͕̮̘͖̗̟͒͐̏̔̐̚ḱ̷­̡̙͙̥͙̗͔̞̐̈́̓̃͒s̶̰̯͓̻͛̋̊̽̋͂̾ ̴̧̟͓̰͕̦̳̗̻̳̐̉̌̀̚ẗ̵̼̙̰̲͇̳̺͎́̓͋̊̐̅ơ̸̖̤̠̰̲͋͊͋͐̈́͗͝ ̶̢̲̝̥͙̭͇̙̜̈́m̶̨̖̹̺͎̬̪̠̭̈́e̶͔̜̟̙̼̪̪͈̘̾ͅ,̶̨̋̃̍̉̆̂͘̕

̷̡̲̭̤̼̋͐̂m̶̅̌̃͠͝­̢̝̗̠̪̜̝̻̏́͒̆̎y̷̨̡̠̻̏ ̵̩̈̍̄l̴̳̝̜̈́͂̓̑̈͛́̕i̵̜̱̭͇̇̍̌́͋͋̽̽͝p̶̗̩̰͖̓̾̑̈̕s̵̪͖̯͚̦̈́̃̈́ ̸̦͇͙̊̔͌͆̂̓̏̈́̚͘͜w̷̙̜͍̝͈̜͊̅́̂̀̂́̿̕r̷̢̙͖̯̦̪̩̈́̒̈́̋̕i̸̗͖̗̾̾̓͘t̵̛̅̏͊̌͌̃͝­̬̜̻̫̀e̶̡̫͔͑͑̓,̵͖͕̝̯͖̃̆̓̅

̴̛̘̬̥̙̭͕͓͈̰̠͌̈́͌̀͊͋͝n̷͍̣͍͇̮̔̄̌͝ä̷͉́̌͌͑̽̚­ķ̶̰̥̮̈̈́ͅe̸̯̞̳̊̆̉̉d̴̡̠̤͎̰̟̞̞̗̞͐̑͋͒̎̀̀͠͝ ̸̨̢͔͚̝̝̜̓̾͆̔̀̐͜p̶̨̙̘͙̺̥̬͔̹̂͒̐͠ȍ̵̡̳̼͙̥̰̜̰̼͒̂̆͊͜ę̶̱̺̩̰͎̮͛̎̇̓̾̆̚͠t­̵̠͓͉̱̗̐̃̀̈́̀̚͝r̵̲̩̲̘̯͉̯͙͗̈́̈͂̾̋y̷̛͔̳͋̔͠

.̶͙̰̪̳̥͔̭̭̤̽̒͆͊̇̚͝
out of the rune and into my new muse.
 249° 
Shiv Aradhya Yadav
Pain was an outsider for me
It lurked in the shadows to be noticed
It stepped closer to shatter my courage
It tried to engulf me into its villainy
Alas! I lost in this battle

Experiencing agony for the first time is like a curse
A few times, you can’t possibly hide your heart-wrenching tears
Until, some uncanny moment arrives
You get USED to feeling pain
You start to LIVE IN pain
You feel as if you’re a zombie
Your life becomes deadpan

Your desperation calls for pain
Your soul needs pain

And, you die
But still you don’t feel PAIN
 222° 
Shy
I am never sure of anything
I am terrible at making choices
I second guess almost everything

But I never second guessed loving you
 177° 
Akshi Hargoon
Sometimes our eyes simply do not see
Our ears do not hear
We confuse our true self with our "Show" self
The self that's consumed by ego
The self that does not realize the value of relationships
The self that does not stop to appreciate the little simple pleasures offered by life
Do not just look.. But SEE
Do not just hear... But LISTEN
Always be your TRUE self - only then will you
truly find complete happiness and appreciation in what life has to offer
 166° 
Masha Yurkevich
Somedays,
I
amaze
myself.

Other days,
I put my
keys
in the fridge.
Or is it just me?
 128° 
Brooke
When I speak
There are things I can not say
Feelings I can not express
But with you, I don't need to
One look into my eyes
And you already know
Everything I dare not breath into life
 122° 
Ciel Noir
Soft sunlight sweetens the fruit
Stirs the leaves and makes them shiver
Million little reaching roots
Slowly seek the hidden river
 84° 
JoJo

her heart has been broken
so many times she wonders
if it's beyond repair.

the walls she once loathed
now surround her heart,
unapproachable by man.

each night she lies
awake wondering if
anyone hears her cries.

but He hears her
and tells her heart to be still
for He will dry her tears,
take her and restore
her broken heart.
for she is His bride.

 83° 
Johnny walker
Lying by her side I would watch Helen sleeping a restful sleep to where she was totally unaware Iwas watching
her
I would think to myself of what do dream of me my darling and to where do go In your dreams at dead of night
I am Included In your dreams do take me with where ever you go In your dreams or do go It
alone
Just thoughts when watching my wife asleep In the dead night when I was unable to sleep did she dream of me did she take me to where ever In her dreams or did she go it alone
 79° 
Hg
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 62° 
Mohannie

You're more beautiful
And more outstanding and bright
Than you'll ever know.

You're worth more than you'll know. Just a reminder.
 61° 
Katey
You
You tell me to be strong
You tell me to hold on
Yet I lay here with nothing but my dog
I'd pour my heart out for you,
If only to tell you that you are loved
You are the perfect peace to my chaos
Thank you for never letting me be lost
 60° 
Amanda Bird
There's a moment,
some once, not someone
It rests between a before and an after,
Between a then and a now.

I'm sitting.
I'm sitting, and the sun is shining onto my dashboard.
I'm sitting and I'm getting sweaty because there you are,
quite simply sitting next to me and the world seems to be closing in.
Quite presently, in fact.

Quite presently, as well, I'm quite afraid I may close to lose my mind
and my marbles,
and my willpower.
I'm quite afraid of quite a lot, I'm quite afraid.

At this moment, when this moment was the here and the now,
the one you're supposedly supposed to live in,
I would have died and gone to heaven just to hold your hand.
Just touch me, please just touch me.

Instead, in an Olympic Feat
I reach across the center console.
"Act before you have time to think," you think.
I kissed you.
 58° 
Sparrow
Colour me in your mind
Am I vermillion red
or prussian blue?
Maybe a mix of the two?
Or just a hue
Of simple forest green
No wait, aquamarine
like an underwater scene
Deep and darkness within
Yet maybe you enjoy shades
that are bright
and they look so
under the sunlight
But true colours show
only under the grayest skies
to the most observant eyes
You only get to know a person truly when they are at their darkest moments.
Oh, happy Holi from a Norman Gortsby ;)
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination
anymore.

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation
after.

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
congratulatory
self-contradictory
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
self-assurance
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before
them

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
 54° 
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.
a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
 48° 
Poetry
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
 46° 
Myrrdin
I paint daisy chains
On sharp edges
Roses in my hollows
Starvation in full bloom
Is lovelier than death
So I'll throw bouquets
On my own casket
And dig shallow graves
In my tummy
Bury yesterdays love
Resurrect today's doubt
At least skeletons
Are not afraid to die
Bed
There are many people you can lay in bed with,
But there are few who you'll want to wake up with
 43° 
Shaun
Books devour the silence

that weighs down inside

like bright little creatures

they dream and breath

in their cosy little worlds

until each page sizzles

with a human touch
 42° 
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
 41° 
Lama
it’s not a normal feeling
not a temporary feeling
you’re sick, and you know it
 40° 
Erica Girone
They tell me to be happy
To laugh & act care free
They tell me I’ll feel better
Why can’t they just leave me be?

They tell me to be happy
As if it should be easy for me
They tell me I’m not trying
I can’t help but disagree

They tell me to be happy
If I go to therapy they guarantee
That it will fix all my problems
Which sounds so silly to me

They tell me to be happy
I tell them I’m just fine
Sometimes there’s beauty in suffering
And I’ve found mine in rhyme
 40° 
lX0st
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
 40° 
Diya
I wasn't born
With this hole in my heart
But it developed gradually
When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art.
Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours!
But just then, I was grayed and torn
Just like  withered flowers!
The pain! Yes the pain
Is unbearable
My tears all are in vain
They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable!
I am fed up of emotional breakdown
My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town!
I know, sorrows are part of life
But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife!
I try my best to just forget and move on
But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult...
Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
 39° 
Joliver
If there was one word
One word, isolated by itself
That I cannot stand above all others
It would have to be "Okay"
I despise "Okay"
"Okay"
Is how your millionth day at work went
"Okay"
Is off-brand raisin bran
"Okay"
Is how you say school is going
When you don't want to admit you spend
Every second of it
Wanting to die

"Okay"
Is packed to the brim with
Hidden implications
Like a treasure chest
Filled with bottles
With little subliminal hatreds
Written on tiny slips of paper
Passively aggressively pushed inside
To discover later
As I pull out a treasure map
And try to decipher
Where I went wrong

"Okay"
Is a one word dismissal
That feels like an essay a thousand pages long
"Okay"
Is a poison dripping with disinterest
When I dared to share with you
Something I thought might make you smile
"Okay"
Is like trying to talk to a wall
While watching the paint on it dry
"Okay"
Takes two seconds to write
Yet I waited days
For that dreaded word
To grace my notifications
"Okay"
Should be used sparingly
As if each time you send it
You **** the receiver just a little bit
"Okay"
Should not be said so often that
I know what you're about to say
Like I saw it in a crystal ball
"Okay"
Is not looking up from your phone
When I tell you about my day
"Okay"
Is not the proper response
To "I love you"

They say that the opposite of love isn't hatred
It's indifference
And I can't think of a response
More indifferent to pouring out
My heart into your hands
Than "Okay"
At least the last thing you said to me
Before we parted ways
Showed that you cared
At least a little bit
"I hate you"
Stung less
Than the thousands of times
Over our countless conversations
You responded
"Okay"
Okay?
 36° 
gayatri
l̸̨̨̟̤̥̱͆̇͋́̀̀͘͜ȩ̸̧̮̳̣̣̾͊̀͝s̵͕̈́́ş̵̢̠͓̩̈́͜ ̴̛͙̙̤̿̉w̸̰͕̜͔̼͑̆̑͘ö̸̧̟̗͚̘̠́̾r̷̺̮͉͐̓̈́̓̋̿̆͛͝d̷͔̅̏̆̊̚̕s̶̠̺͒́͒̌͊̋̐̂ͅͅ­̨͔͔̟̯̤,̵̛̼̹̖̙̰̍̍͒ͅ ̴͚͕͔͎̤̜͋
̴͓͋́͑̅͒̊m̵̭̈́̋́͊̄͘o̸̮̫͇͉̍͛̇̅͂͒̑̕r̵̳̹͚̺͚̂̆͝ë̶͇̗̺̬͍̖́́ͅ ̵̘̙̣͉̏̇̂̏͐͑͑ͅs̵̲͔͛͋̈́̾̉̊̏͛̓͆k̴̯̳̞̪͕͂̆̌̈́͘͝͠ͅì̸̧̢͈͖̖̠͉̖̫̐͗̃̏̿͑ͅn̴̘͋­͍̤̳͓̙̲͍͕,̷̲͈͆̈̈́̂̑̓ ̸̭̩̭̲͐̆͊̓̑͌͜
̸̡͍̬̺̬̜̙́̈́̈́͝m̸̛̥̳͛̃͝o̶͓̔̏͗͋̄͌̓͝r̸̯͉̤̣̠̗͚̜̬͂͜e̶̛̓̐̄͊̌­͇̩̯͔͓͕̹̝̼̃̈́ ̷͕̾s̴̨̮̰̠̦̞̖̬̤̪̅̏̿̾į̶͚͓̈̎̋̄̀͂̓̇͝l̸̡̹̯͑̓̐͊̈́͆́͌̚͝e̵͖̰͑̎̿͒̒͠͝n̸̛̑̋̚­̨̫̹͍́͝c̵̛̳̤̻̞̠̲͎̖̯̓̎͌͝ē̶͇̟̦͖,̸̧̘̦͔͔͚̙̼̳̤̿͂͘͘ ̶̻̘̼̞͗́̍͋͠͝͠
̵̙̜̀m̸̝͒͒͐́̔̉̎́͌ͅo̸͕̙͕̭̮̟̱̠̒̆͌͗͗͆̕̕r̷̹͎̈ẻ̶͇̜̮̦͒͌̊̾ ̶̖͍̪̩̪̥̺̾̏̐̿̈s̷̡̼̲̈́ͅͅi̷̗̇̃̀͌̓̉̃͝n̶͕̐̓͆́̄.̶̧̖͈̮̲̲̺̜̦̈̄͐̎̔̆͠͝ͅ
take me out.
 36° 
Temporal Fugue
I know I won't get to all
but ******, I'm gonna try
thumb up to every comment
up until the day I die

I can't react to every line and word
but ****** I can try
thumbs up to ever poet/poetess
maybe no one has, to cry

I'm just a singularity
but ****** all too ****
we, as a community
stand up, and hear the yell

I'm not you, and you're not me
but when you see thumbs down
chime in with words and thumbs
chase the trolls, outta HP town
Thumbs down has no other purpose that to provide trolls with a mechanism to pester and put forth their hate. REMOVE it! You can't control how many accounts people have here (it's not realistic to assume you can) so remove their reason for creating them!
Nothing really left to say :(

Thank you my friends for the daily, I feel undeserving, but extremely, appreciative! :) (bow)
 35° 
Scot
With hasty fervor was I summoned to a home
It was thought that a young girl did roam
Away she went on her feet
Or did someone take her in a van?

The children in the street they did report
That the girl was dragged away by a man of a sort
I checked the home even under the beds
Under the covers where kids hide;
the closets too

My counterpart and I got the whole story
But our guts told us something wasn’t right
In the kitchen we quickly discussed
The rapidly changing story of the kids outside

There was something wrong
Something not right, the feeling was palpable
We double checked all places for a sleeping child
Then glanced through the back window with fright

A pool.  We became overcome with dread
The officers and mother swore they checked the pool
They said that they were sure she wasn’t in the deep
But trust nothing and look for yourself is a saying to live and work by

Chuy and I stood at the pool
The water was not nearly clear enough
For us to rule out the unthinkable
We both peered from side to side

I saw a dark spot that seemed to be a drain
At the deep end of the pool did I bend
And stared ever intently at the drain
The drain started to move, ever so slightly, with the waves

Chuy confirmed what I thought I saw
A sick pall did upon us fall
I grabbed the long net
And commenced a long haul

I felt the spot heavy on the net
While officers searched for a kidnapper
Which was accorded by the kids
The mother thought we were wasting time

As I pushed the heavy
To the shallow end of the pool
I saw her four-year-old body
“****,” I thought, bring the lieutenant

We drew straws to jump in
To fetch the poor child
To return her to her mother
I lifted her out and wrinkled she was

Too late to revive, too dead
Now how to tell the mother
So we braced her for her fall
She saw her baby stiff and wrapped

A toy floated by
As mom she hurtfully cried
We brought the EMT’s
They saw she was too far gone

Called off the troops
Squeezed the water from my pants
The officers and mother could not understand
How they missed the little tot

Our feeling, unfortunately correct
A mother’s life wrecked
It’s tough to pull a child from the water
And a toy in the pool floated innocently by
 35° 
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 35° 
Madison
I say I hate you.
Little do you know,
I'm scared to say I love you.
 33° 
Brooke
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
 32° 
Sydney Victoria
I love it when she’s blue,
I love it when she’s gold,
I love it when she’s silver,
I love it when she’s cold,
I love it when she’s quiet,
I love it when she’s bold,
I love it when she’s calm,
I love it when she folds
I love her for her secrets,
I love her for her songs,
I love her for her rights,
I love her for her wrongs,
I love it when she moves me,
When she pulls me,
When she soothes me,
I love it when she’s red,
I love it when she’s gray,
I love it when she’s mine,
I love it when she strays,
I love her for her warmth,
I love her for her stare,
I love her for her depths,
I love her for her care.
I’m in love with ocean. Her beauty, her grace. The secrets she harbors, the life she gives to all creatures. I love the way she holds me & makes me feel free. I am euphoric, I can see her now. No caps because I am truly meek in her presence.
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