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 1922° 
moon child
I'm
Trying
My
Best.

Crying
In
My
Car
But
Doing
It
Well.
 1089° 
Amanda
when you said
“she’s the love of my life”
i didn’t hear it
i felt it

and it felt an awful lot
like a shattering heart
 812° 
Donall Dempsey
STARRY STARRY NIGHT

She switched off the moon.

Plucked out the stars.

A little dog barked
as her scream scrawled:

“This time life has gone...too far.”

She took an overdose of sleeping tablets
in her big bright red car.

The day withers
that was once in bloom.

Petals fall
in an empty room.

The moon wept.
The stars cried.

Life was for living... Life lied.
 529° 
Molly Nicole
Spilling out secrets
Like a dripping faucet
We play through the night
You hold me as the sun comes up
But nothing is new
This comfort is not unique
Sewing my chest back together
With a wine stained thread
Pull my hair
And the seams grow closer together
 426° 
Poetic T
Every tear I shall collect,
     But not one shall taint
                    The earth.

For I will mould every shard
         In vengeance

of emotion.

And when enough pain
           is forged cold.


The blade frozen in segments
            Of woeful  agony,

Then I shall pearce you deeply,
     So you feel the coldness

Of every tear descending down
      Tarnished cheeks.

   And know that pain saved,



Has a price worse that what
              Was dealt before.

Because tears have a price,
       Are you doing to pay...
 420° 
Leechle
As you see the vivid sky all clear,
let me be the cloud that comes unannounced with my wet days and striking moods.

Let me fool you.

Let me be too much and still be enough deadly and so alive,
maybe hazy walking on sunshine.

Not blindingly so but willingly.

Let me.

Just once...this time,
be the fool...my fool.

Just follow my lead to neverland.

Educating yourself to the wrong me.

**** let me fool you.

Let me drop you one too many times...

Now that you know my intentions,
can I infiltrate my ways,
flaunt my dangers
and simply fool you?

Written by:Leechle
 375° 
MajaDaydreams
Like an editor with a match
Life burned your book
And replaced it with an empty page
 347° 
Whatever
I haven't seen myself in a while .
I have been under bridge below the line .
What makes me alive ;
Is the attitude to get back on line !

I haven't been myself lately .
I have been in the shadow of the better me ;
The me society expects me to be !
And my heart dreads to see

I haven't heard myself  in a  time .
I have been shut by the voice they want.
The Voice of the girl I ain't ;
the girl my mind can never be !
 230° 
Eve
When the world ends will you be there?

Or will you be in the ashes?

Will you be hiding?

Will you be screaming?

Will you with me?

Because

I

Don’t

Know

Anymore.

I’v lost you

Somewhere between

Now and

Then.

Will you come back?

I need you.

I need to see you face.

I need to see your smile

You tears

Because there all

Beautiful

And I need them.

When the world ends will you be there?

Or will you be hiding?

Will you be screaming?

Will you be dead?

Because I want to die

With you.
 230° 
Silver
fear
what drives your breathing fast,
not what you've been told.
if they burn and sting
the canvas of your cheek
turn the other and promise
that you'll
save
them
too
 228° 
White Lion
Bird's whispering tree,
sensational transition,
connecting vision

with senses out of
body's mission to transform
into formless joy.

Some roses, scentless
they might appear relentless,
the slower you smell

the bigger they swell
openly inviting cells
feeling what they have

to tell of fusion
could be just illusion now,
within themselves it could

be

falling out of skins
when hearts turn plenty into
overflowing day.
maybe that’s when the plot twist is needed and the story can proceed to the happy ending,
maybe,
hopefully
 158° 
Saïda Boūzazy
to leave or to die
it's you own way to say goodbye
If you was the one who stay
My life wouldn't be dry
you decided to be a beautiful shadow in the sky
Making it a wonderful place to stay
#spirit
 155° 
sandra wyllie
I close my eyes real tight
so, it’s him I cannot see
and dive into my mind
make-believe
you are there
and when I scream
he thinks it’s him
that broke the rafters
and the beams
that woke the neighbors
soaked the sheets
and when I climb off
I lay back
and smile
and so does he
 133° 
Chris
The bird in the sky
The caterpillar in the tree
If only I could fly
Then I'd finally be free
But still encapsulated
in another dream.
Enjoy.
 129° 
David P Carroll
As we fall in love

Kissing feeling true love,

God watching from above,

As I softly kiss you,

We suddenly fall in love

Holding hands together,

Loving you forever,

As I kiss you... I Softly whisper...... I love you...
Love
 123° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            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.
 120° 
BLT
This would fall apart
if not for your adhesive
keeping it intact.

BLT
somewhere between the fourth and fifth

load of laundry,

sometime after breakfast~lunch,
now served in the USA at home,
as an all day meal, per the edict of Mcdonalds,
start fixing dinner, take a break, walk to the mailbox,
retrieve the post and quick retreat back inside,
ah that Texas sun, bilingual chili hot,
toss the unopened on the prior weeks pile,
cause everyone loves company

the home-cold-brewed ice coffee needs a filling
for the fridge has decided not to help
by automatically refilling the pitcher

even if it could
I, busy folding,
needing two hands
and all my teeth
for folding my master’s rocket ship

sheets

my master observes with one of his alternating demeanors,
this one, super silent watching, announcing that  I need a nap:

“don't you always say, baby,
take a nap when you can, baby,
for when you need one, baby,
you probably won’t be able, my baby”


with selected-hand-led fingers,
he lays me down to sleep,
bids me to slow slide to dreamland, dinner will keep,
curling inside my frame, hands a-cupping my *******,  
telling me a drowsy tale, inherited from his mother’s womb
and his granddaddy’s tongue, mindful of his family’s history

there, is where, they find us,
dinner fixings burnt,
me and my five year old baby boy,
still sleeping fast, around 5pm, bodies enwrapped,
tied by blood and entwined in old nursery rhymes,
Texas tall tales of Pecos Bill,
me and my very own

nap-ster master

<•>

p.s.  and they call me by my other name to wake me, momma
 102° 
Eli
And so the dreams burn,
Each flame flickering brightly.

And they shatter easily...these dreams,
For they are precious and fragile things.

I just pray that strong winds don't come about,
And put the flames right out.

For if they do,
I just might be left feeling empty inside.
A thousand dreams within me softly burn.
-Arthur Rimbaud
 91° 
Donna
Hmm I've only got a
few likes today hmm maybe
my writings not good

Why am I even
writing what's it's all about
What's the point , I only feel

anxious now , deep breaths
Now I feel silly why did
I write that , oh jeez

heart beating feel sick!!
Then my self doubt passes and
I'm back to lovely

place again! Self doubt
sure can grip me making me
feel really down! But you

see writing helps dig
through negativity , am
I a poet or not

Maybe , I'm not sure
But I'm much more too , I'm a
wife a mum a sister

a friend. I've wrote my
heart out for five years now non
stop to be honest

But now I'm in such
a lovely place of content
I'm living happy

Of course I still get
life stresses hit me and yeah
I get negative

But one thing I can
always rely on is my
passion for writing

It helps mentally
to keep me strong and focus
May it come from my

heart or mind or once
in awhile I like to write
stories , fun fun fun :)

I'm slowing down now
Gone and got myself married :)))
Tis so wonderful

Children are growing
up fast , there leading there own
life's more every day

So I'm finding new
hobbies to keep me active
Life changes happen

But to write , will be  
in me always , tis part of me
it's just there always

So to all who love to
write have fun dry those tears up
Find your happy place :))
Have a lovely week ahead :)) love to u all xxxx
 79° 
Penguin Poems
If want was water,
I would be drowning, my head under completely
and my oxygen quickly depleting.
If confusion was cold,
My fingers would be numb and I wouldn't even
have a coat to ward off the freezing.
If youth was you,
It would be slipping away by the second,
And I can't get a hold to stop it.
Now,
my air is gone,
I'm shivering to the bone,
and can't keep a hold on.
But, this is only a poem:
I know I'm not suffocating, subzero, or slipping.
But I can't help but feel like the more I write,
the farther I get from reality
and the closer I get to metaphor mortality.
 68° 
sarah
late at night, i lie awake
thinking of things i should have said
all the mistakes i've made
and signs i should've read

then think about what i can't live without
you, front and center in my mind
sometimes it feels like halfway love
almost, but not quite

still, parts of you make me whole
who i am and who i need to be
i think of love letters that weren't torn up
feelings of blue and green

when i'm without you
blank page, artless innocence
i realize how dependent i've grown to you
and feel the need to create a distance

sometimes i look up at the purple sky
and wonder if you're looking too
i gaze at the colors and the beauty of it all
though its beauty would never compare to you
 62° 
Raj Bhandari
Life is,my boy nothing but a tension,
relatives role, not meant to mention !
 60° 
Nova
If I were to fall
Would you notice or fail to?
Sometimes I wonder.
 60° 
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.
 53° 
Xaela San
I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
 52° 
Yasmin
I am picking apart
each word you say
just can’t believe you’re real

I got so captivated by every piece
of your existence that I forgot about my own
 52° 
Kitty
The smile was bright
The sight right
It showed grace and beauty
To him was pity...
~May the words always be by your side!~
 50° 
ฝίιισಬ
I once knew
an evil being.
His name
was Comparison.
He was shameless,
an unapologetic thief
of joy.
 47° 
sheila sharpe
no more shall I sit in silence
meek and compliant
casting down eyes that threaten to
betray with tears

no more shall I whisper
in my mind words of consolation
to floor, walls and windows
that have no ears

no more shall I stand in queues
to be brushed aside by others
clutching loose change in a warm
and sweaty palm

no more shall I keep strangers at bay
who may friendship offer
when in other days I mistrusted
and feared that they meant me harm

now must I be certain of my worth
but why did it take so long to realise
that I was  a person of importance  even
from the very moment of my birth?
 47° 
rose
...
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
and
Searching for happiness in everything
:)
 46° 
Jordan Ray

           Love                                  is                      
wr­itten                    in                    stone
       which                                slowly
             fades                          to
                   sand                   ..                                          
                    ­     ..                 ..
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 44° 
Ellis Holden
Ellis isn’t real
Dissipates after quick google search
But here she breathes
 44° 
Dada Olowo Eyo
I see what I want to see,
I hear want I want to hear,
You're responsible for your ear,
And whatever makes your cup of tea.
 43° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 43° 
elaine
my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.
h      
          e
                     l
                             p
       m
                 e

h
          e
                    l
                          ­     p
          m
                     e

writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.
why does it have to be like this?
 42° 
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.
 41° 
Lee Aaun
“ Don't get intoxicated by others poison.
You got your own aura to get drunk on.”

© Lee Aaun
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