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 937° 
tayarose
i wish i can run
i wish i could fly
i wish that i can find peace inside my soul
 750° 
Thorns
Sometimes I go too  deep in my writing for others to understand
It's too much for them to take in
I'm not looking for praise
Or for money
But for expression of myself and others
So, they can relate and understand
That some of us go through things that only a dark fantasy can describe
And I'm sorry if its too much
 571° 
Dermot Kirwan
I have got through life like a wounded animal.

Head down, avoiding further conflict.

When I look back on it all, I see no trace of me, no flattened grasss, no displacement.

Even the air remains undisturbed.

I want to come back as a crazy African rhino with a arrow lodged in his ear.
 452° 
Lumi
Her skin is pale moonshine, as if the rain hath washed away her color and settled it in her hair, for it is golden like the sun after the storm that rages in her eyes, so blue and passionate like the hand that writes upon her silky arm that bleeds when she is alone.
 451° 
Shofi Ahmed
Spring upon the rose
live on the flow.
Be wrapped in the fragrance
touch it not.
Let it be without a form
even in the invisible dark
shows up the moon.
And believe it or not
that all perfect sweet spot
planet paradise could be the next stop.
Like the flower thins out into the fragrance
ah, these finest wings know no bound.

The butterfly paradise slips out is on the fly
wafts into the enduring scent of a paint so bold.
Lo, on its picturesque wings it has all the eyeballs
where does it reach out to no one knows.
It's on the other side of the pool
only the Queen Fathima knows that groovy grove!

No one tolerates any pause is deadly on this route
here death is unknown but none is destined to gain a foot!
It’s a Mount Sinai scenario no eyeball
can withstand the dazzling beauty enduring long.
Yet it’s immaculately spotless every soul shines out
that shuffles on these secret alleyways of God!

Pans out to the horizontal spread
and dips into the depth.
Flower in the fire, the sea in a drop of water
Hewn beauty Fathima is the far cry
water nymph amidst the mesmerised burnt-flock.
The resident handsome swan in heaven
on the constantly flowing riverfront  
keeping it on its toe!
 427° 
Chante Coutinho
You have this way
Of staring at me
That pulls on my heart strings

You have this way
Of drowning out
Life and all it's things

You have this way
Of stopping time
When I catch your eye

You have this way
Of making me melt
When you hug me goodbye

You have this way
Of singing to me
Without using any words

You have this way
Of making me miss you
So much it hurts
 410° 
Khoi-San
LIES
bestowed
the
offering
that drew us in
It
is
the
Zilch of Zion
on
a
Global stinge
in
a
Private
Jet
filled
with
Hinn's
When people preach charity and healing then take but never ever give
Back
 337° 
Michael Angelo
I suffer
The circular trepidation
Of waiting
For joy
 212° 
Bhill
There’s a little voice inside your head
Have you wondered what it just said?

Did it tell you to do it or look the other way?
Did it have you thinking it would be a good day?

Sometimes it's quiet and you think you're alone.
When all of a sudden you let out a huge grown.

I've got an idea and it just popped in.
Where did that come from, you say with a grin.

You sing a crazy song, that was long ago forgot.
You remember a story with a, ”did I do that” plot?

We all have this voice, its not just me.
I love that my voice is great company.

Brian Hill - 2019-March
All of a sudden you remember a song from your childhood and bang, out it comes...
 192° 
Alysia Marie
I can’t hide it
I crave it
Needing it to survive
The pressure of your body
That look in your eyes
Pulling me closer
Oh closer
Sometimes by my hair
Pinning me to that mattress
Or whatever you dare
For I feel it
I love it
That taste on my lips
Unable to move
With your hands on my hips
Oh you know me
Control me
Fingers dancing on my thighs
All those nights that you’d hold me
Brought stars to my eyes
By that grip of your hand
Firmly ‘round my neck
Oh you’d punish me tenderly
I could never forget
Yes you’d pull me
You’d push me
Goosebumps emerge on my skin
Feeling the beads of your sweat
Drip onto my chin
Kiss me
Tease me
Master you know just what to do
To leave me on my knees
Begging for every inch of you


                     Alysia Marie 2018 ©
Not for the faint of heart
 191° 
Zachary Gorenstein
Helping me
Helping you
I write to feel less blue
I write so that you can stay brand new
Letters for you
Lessons so you can’t feel like me
Lessons so you can stay like you
These lessons are put here so you don’t follow me through
These lessons hopefully make you become stronger than the current you
Maybe I can make peace with myself this way
Maybe I can feel less haunted knowing you’re okay
I teach so that the people reading these can feel better and have positive days.
I wrote these poems each time I felt alone, broken or in love. I have a lot of evil people in my past that I run from everyday. Think about my poems, learn so that you don’t become like the evil people in my past or become depressed like I was, I wrote these so whoever reads these feels less decayed. The world is a sad place nowadays, move forward with these poems. I used to feel hopeless and sometimes I still do and I hope these poems help you understand my sadness.

My other reason for writing these poems is so that other people can be heard. People in the foster care system, hospitals, nursing homes, bars. These people tell stories, if you listen to my stories/poems you might be able to understand other people as well. My poetry is a series of lessons on life, decay, old age, love, loneliness, death and yes murderers because I’ve met quite a few.
 175° 
arian
it confuses me
every time people say
their monsters live in their head.
so,
why do mine live in my heart?
i can't tame them.
 164° 
Alice
magic 8-ball
round and dusty
what will you tell me today?




oh? i guess not then.
 148° 
episkey
One day
I'll meet you in the aisle
You'll wearing your bridal gown
And all i can say is
I am Happy for you
 138° 
rgz
-
A lesson hard learned
Is not too soon forgotten
Do you think of me?
My best work seldom trends.
Imagine the disappointment
That the lack of that annointment
To the fragile sends.

It’s sheer luck
That I don’t give a ****
And completely possible
I ****.

But more likely
Some AI algorithm decides
Whether my work is seen or obscure dies.

Don’t seek validation
From social media engagement
Your audience is so diluted
The metrics so easily disputed.

Art is;
Art does;
Art takes it time
To connect audience to your rhyme.
Art lives;
Art serves;
Art is the power of your words.
Don’t measure it by likes nor loves or views
Or any other social cues.

Have you best expressed the sentiment you feel?
If yes then ******* my friend your art is real.
Don’t measure your worth by what social media says.
 136° 
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" ****
 127° 
Gods1son
There is a beast in social media
that keeps asking for more
More, more, more, it yells
Drawing blood out of me
Writing my brain out
To the last pint of blood in my vein
But still, the beast won't back off
This creative juice of mine needs to replenish
So, no blood for you today!
 122° 
Drew
To love
Infinitely
The one
My heart
Calls out to.
 116° 
JaegukLee
Have you ever felt
you loved someone that
you hated the person?

Have you ever felt
you knew everything that
you knew nothing?

Have you ever felt
the overwhelming happiness and grace that
you manifested signs of sadness?

Have you ever felt
the burning heart inside
though you are soaked outside?

Feeling feelings,
i do not fully understand
what they are
but they color the blank sheet of life –
Every mistake I've made
It leaves a scar that burns everyday
I I
 78° 
Hg
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you sew
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I never knew it was possible
to have a broken heart on top of
a broken heart
Until I felt it
 63° 
Tony Tweedy
It may be a truism but optimists cant escape it....
No one is right all of the time.
The only difference there has ever been is the frequency between  being wrong and right.

When an optimist falls in the woods only the pessimists will notice.
Is there greater strength in optimism or greater height to fall from?
Is attitude enough or is it deceptive?
 61° 
Mariemcx
My mother was made of concrete
                    No wonder I just couldn't breathe

My mother was a narcissist
                    No wonder I could not exist

My mother was just always mad
                    No wonder I preferred my dad

My mother was just so shallow
                    No wonder I was a shadow

My mother was just plain evil
                    I wonder what was so painful...
I wanna scream this pain
Throw it to the room through my vein
Like thunder in pouring rain
 54° 
Ghost of Jupiter
cover my mouth with yours
and let me taste
the poetry dripping from your lips

write me a kiss that
will be remembered
through the length of time

and I will fall
from the pages of your fantasy
straight into your arms

~
 53° 
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.
 53° 
tacet
I miss you
when you’re gone
and yearn for you
when you’re right next to me
to goodbyes and half-hellos.
 47° 
Julie Smith
You're like an incarnation of everything I have ever loved.
 46° 
Kierra
I don't feel special,
I'm not unique.
I want to cry
but I can't even speak.
My hands reach out,
but they cannot hold
a single thing
but the bitter cold.
Everything's frozen,
I feel lost.
Even my tears
have turned to frost.
When I cut my waist
it bleeds black.
I'm so deeply gone
there's no way back.
This is goodbye
 46° 
Poetry
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
 45° 
John Destalo
I was falling
for you

the feeling of
being weightless

the sky and
the ocean are
blue

like your eyes

your eyes and
Einstein’s brain

are the depths
I can never reach

but I will drown trying
to reach either or both
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
 43° 
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.
 43° 
Helene Marie
it's interesting how i swing so rapidly
between confidence and cowardice
 42° 
Stained Glass
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She wore her heart on her sleeves,
unaware that he had scissors.
 42° 
Shane
Smooth midnight black
Desecration blues
Wandering down a desolated road
With my frenzied mind
Raptured, yet empty
Longing for the end of the night
Yet fearing the dawn
And the eternity of an existence
I may never know
 39° 
rhiannon
u see the knife
you watch the glow
u see me smile
but can't hear me cry
u think i'm happy
but inside i'm breaking
u see the blood
then u realize
that i wasn't
lying
when i said
i'm depressed!
u wish u gave me the
support i needed
but now it's too late.
I'm dying inside...
 37° 
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?
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