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 3189° 
elaine
my grip is slipping,
and falling scares me.
my world is fading away.
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writing was an escape but even now words slip off the paper like tear drops.
why does it have to be like this?
 571° 
Traveler
Oh my!!!
I do believe this could be it!
Nothing short of the end....
Some people will break
Others will bend
Guns and bombs
Shall shake our souls
The psychopaths
In our midst
Shall play their roles
If you don't believe me
Watch the News
They're coming for everybody
They're coming for you
Time to wear that
Bulletproof vest
Don't be a fool
This life is a mess!
Traveler Tim
 199° 
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.
 194° 
Kora Sani
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25
26

27 drafts of unfinished thoughts

27 times I couldn't get the words right

27  visits to compartmentalized sectors of the brain

27 emotions much too painful to feel all at once

at least 100 more times i will revisit

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 166° 
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
 156° 
Alex
I believe in Magic.
Not the dream come true kind but the gathering
I know it’s just some stupid card game
But when you don’t know how to make friends
Maybe a little magic will help.
Plus Magic is all I have left of you
 137° 
Alaska Young
People die
              and feelings change

       Feelings die
              and people change

                    but from the start,
                                              in between,
                                                           and in the end....
                                                                                                  life always,
                                                                                          always goes on..
and so do you.
 136° 
ymmiJ
my heart is aching
marathon running, breaking
hammer falls, staking
embracing pain, mind shaking
tears stinging, awakening
 126° 
Dark Fjord
I forgot to tell you, this time around
when the door closes  
the dark will be just a thought.
 124° 
FrankieM
I can only pour so much
Of myself into you
You say I'm half empty
I say I'm half full

It's hard to stay gentle
When you've been so cruel
I say I'm in love
You say I'm a fool
 120° 
Jaxey
space is my addiction
proximity is key
get a little closer
and i'll never
let you leave
don't leave, stay in this proximity with me
 118° 
chris
i didn’t know how
s t r o n g
you were
going to need
me to be
until i noticed
you hand
trembling
 111° 
CataclysticEvent
Depression
Being so tired you can't get up.
You can't drag yourself out of bed.
Anxiety
Being so wound up you can't sleep.
You can't sit still without feeling like
Your skin will crawl off.
It's a weird feeling having both at once.
Like you can't move,
But under your skin in vibrating.
 90° 
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
:)
 73° 
Maciej Miernik
life is simple but
some things are clear in the dark,
in the soft moonlight.
I pretend
she
is sleeping
here
beside me
when
I lie
awake at
night.
 68° 
Madds
It’s the kind of sadness where your rib cage
Contorts
And twists and
Snaps.

Depression doesn’t float through my veins
It crawls through my bones, with dagger hands
And winding movements.

I cannot breathe.

And yet there was nothing taken from me.
But then again you took everything all at once the moment you looked in my eyes, covered my mouth and forced me down.

I don’t know why your smell still lingers in my every thought.

I’m not scared anymore.
 66° 
Ruth Nadler-Nir
Tend to me
Like a thirsty garden once forgotten
Sing to me
Like a crying infant, pure and innocent
Hug me
Like an old friend years after
Look at me
Like an abstract painting, more complex with each glance
Touch me
Like the the cold steel strings of your guitar
Love me
Like you did before
I poem I wrote early last year while thinking about with my ongoing need for co-dependence
 64° 
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.
 63° 
Joan
I didn’t notice
When you
Screamed
For help
 61° 
Andrew Owens
When I think of you
I think of feeling your skin pressed firmly against me
I tease your lips with the promise of a kiss as I close my eyes in the silence surrounding us
We are intimately close and I need this feeling so bad
But I know it'll never happen because it already did and you're dead to me
Rest in pieces
 59° 
Ky
there are certain smells that bring you to what has happened and what could’ve happened. the smell of freshly cut grass and burning leaves hit me in the face, hard.
grudgingly but almost willingly my existence is forever humbled.
I bit my lip this
Morning, it hurt like hell, my
Heart feels even worse
 58° 
MyDystopiA
Silent nights
and empty days
the heart does break
bleak inside this cage
I keep my rage stained
red to black
I can't make it back
can't make it back

©️JMCole
 58° 
Mal
You're like a rose
I held onto you for too long
And you hurt me
 56° 
Yasin
You don't know the roots of a tree
so you remain silent
You don't know someones personal life
why do you judge them?
 54° 
Willie
The city lights sparkled
And glimmered
Like the night sky
You were the moon

I bathed in your light
Only for a short while
Felt your touch
Till daylight stole it away
 52° 
Maaria K
Whenever we get our own
Hands will shake
untethered and all the way
friction for me and my god
hoping for more than that
i usually find meaning in my words long after theyre written, i hope it happens even here
 51° 
Amaryllis
Do you need me?
Or do you need someone?
There is a difference...
 48° 
Jade Lima
Thrown aside like a wilted flower.
I guess it’s safe to say I’ve had enough.
But there’s no one near so I’ll never feel their touch.
Why can’t I be worth more?
Maybe then everyone wouldn’t shut the door.
But I’m running out of time.
So I guess I should just try to let the sun shine.
 47° 
Kora Sani
i anchor
myself
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
 46° 
Saïda Boūzazy
I want to die to make my soul untainted like the sky
To be a beautiful butterfly
To see all the moments when I was shy
I want to be the air in the sky
To make myself blue not dry
It's a wish of a broken fly
#broken
 46° 
Sky
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
anew.
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

friends
family
the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
 45° 
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
 44° 
laura
got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves
o this is so sad, alexa play despacito

Daily #3 baybeeeeee how tf does this website work
 44° 
Katinka
You
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time
first.

You
with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best
second.

You
with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love
third.

You
with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

I
with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
 42° 
MarieAnna
Undressed me with his eyes,
I weakened him with mine.
 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.

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