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 591° 
Kirsten Claire
I gave them fickle fables
Far from forging truths
Fair young women
With facades cast over
Their fear-filled eyes
As they realize
There is no fairy tail
For fabricated dreams
No Prince Charming
Will fall for them
It is the princess fallout
That happens to
All folly young women

9/21/2019
 512° 
Aybidee
so cool
quite senile
mysteriously gentile
my exterior.

so warm
quite degenerate
mysteriously hazardous
my interior.

my insides lit on fire
my outsides cooled with fire

propane surges through my blood
high octane through my nerves
an engine of a heart
a minefield of a mind

i am my spark plug

i am the trigger
separation lit a fire under my ***
 361° 
Briscoe
The fortune teller yelled,
She told me
"There are two breeds of oathbreakers
The liar and the failure."

It is this feeble form,
With deep roots of saphire
Juxtaposed with soft silk
Spines, undermined by magma.
The milk of these bones are
From an unhealthy donar.

Great singers sing
Through happiness and sorrow.
The writers are writing
Whether with joy or woe.
The warrior fights on
For failure or valour.
The great fear not defeat
But the fleeting self
Who flees.
"12 Before a downfall the heart is haughty, but humility comes before honor."
-Proverbs 18:12
 287° 
elisha belle
just a little more,
I should wait.
just a little more,
I will strive.
just a little more,
I will fight.

but,

just a little more,
I will stop.
just a little more,
I will give up.
just a little more,
I will die.

just a little more,
just a little more.
whatever hardships we face, there is always an end. we just have to go on, just a little more.
 278° 
Trevor Reynolds
I can't have depression because I'm a man.
I'll take care of everything, you know that I can.
It's not about ego or my self esteem.
And I'm not being moody, just what do you mean?
Go to the doctor, visit a shrink.
Whatever would our family and friends start to think?
I'm  just over tired that’s all that it is.
Let's put this behind us and don't tell the kids.
I can’t have depression because I'm a man
Or maybe I'm wrong, and really I can.

By Trevor Reynolds 2019
 220° 
Katie Kirkland
My head says don’t trust him
he’s out for himself
My heart says trust him
he’s not the to hurt you
My head says don’t trust him
he will take and leave not saying good bye
My heart says trust him
he tell you his secrets and ask you not to tell

My head says don’t trust him
he may be using you
My heart says trust him
you’ve known him since a child
My head says don’t trust him
you are a toy to play with  
My heart says trust him
he speaks of sweet feelings to be trusted
 220° 
BrokenPieces
I saw the knife
in your hand
I saw the hate
in your eyes
I saw the smile
slowly creep up
as you put the blade in me
I saw the blood
drop down
I am a witness to it all
 220° 
mal frost
if you are reading this
close your eyes and see the sea
of emerald waters drowning me
alone in this world so clench your fists
the fire within will boil the mist
away.
 213° 
elijah hightower
My control became a variable.
My stability became improbable.
Please come back
 178° 
Left Bracket
you know that I love you.

things you don't know is,
I was thinking about you when you called me.
 177° 
Dennis Willis
Digging for fearlessness
in tears
an' temptation

Finding I don't care
protecting
lies and gloating
 170° 
F A Pacelli
together we walk 
to our deaths
in this thing called life 
but somehow we forget 
we are in this thing
together
 138° 
Zoey Trope
110
let the the buildings peek through the hills on the 110
drink in the view that brings you closer to me
swallow the skyline
make the lights fade away
and love me until the sun rises
 137° 
Bhill
Are you out there waiting
Waiting for the one chance
The one and only chance to see
To see the most stunning sensation
To see the rising of a fresh new day
A new day filled with fascinating new experiences
Experiences so unique and seldom beheld

Wait, there it is...

Brian Hill - 2019 # 237
Wait and see it for yourself...
 136° 
Adam Schmitt
The president has to tell himself things
To keep himself from drowning
he says he that has fins
To keep himself from falling
he says he that has wings
To keep himself from hurting
he says he's immune to all stings
To keep himself happy
he says that he always wins
To keep himself going
it's to these, and more, which he clings
The president has to tell himself things,
so he's not that unlike me
lighthearted doggerel that came out of a day dream
 126° 
Sahil
My wings were clipped the day I was born
I was put under the pressure of a billion eyes
My dreams ripped my skies torn
My life was built on a faithful lie

The shadows of my imagination
feared the glare of their expectations
My broken bones, My shattered heart
Sang the stories of me being torn apart
 126° 
William A Poppen
Hosta’s blossoms fade
Mexican Petunia spread
Cleome endures
A view out the window
 120° 
Mackenzie Downs
I’m so sick
of dreaming of you
falling asleep
and you’re back in my life
the mistakes we made
the fights we had
we words we said
all forgiven
I’m back in your arms
my heart swells with happiness
you’re back!
I want to scream
I want to cry
I want to shout giddily
and I’m back!
back where
I’m always longing to be
but then
I awake
and a bucket of ice water
runs down my face
down my back
stealing the breath
from out of my chest
I’m needing a life vest
I need someone to help me
because
I am not in your arms
we have not forgiven each other
and you are so, so far away
 117° 
Molly
The sky is falling
head over heels
for a world that doesn't
bother looking up.
Meant for this to be longer, but I'm not sure it really needs to be...
 113° 
mariompoetry
The imperfection
Exists in comparison.

The perfection
Exists in freedom
To be
What you are
As you are.
i will worth
that great wealth

to be wide of her
as the rich one

heard me
noticed me

how i talked
about her

he spies
he sends eyes

until he sees
he loves

he tells the offers
and i had chances

to be rich
or have her smart

but i love her
i let her know

any more
she does know
me

i become wide
i do not take that amount
which makes absent
to any mind
the man loves her, he wishes every good to who beloved. and he can sacrifice for
 89° 
Ashly Kocher
High up in a tree
Staring at me
While you gather acorns
For your family
Rustling through the leaves
Taking risks and taking chances
While you navigate through the branches
High up in the tree
Staring at me
As you provide
For your family...
Brazilian music plays
Barely heard
The rhythm of the beat pounding
Samba
Bringing smiles to faces

Palm trees blowing in the wind
White sandy beaches
Smooth as silk
Colored umbrellas
Children playing by the water
Kites flying high in the air
Some resembling birds

Corcovado in the background
Watching everything
Sugar Loaf mountain

Beautiful tiled sidewalks
Make a mosaic
Glorious blue skies
Dotted with clouds
Soft Brazilian music plays
Barely heard
Samba
Bringing smiles to all

It’s a Brazilian lilt
 86° 
Mystic Ink Plus
And when I see you

Everything aligns
The mood
The hope
The spirit
The energy
And many more
That can't be explained

That you are

And that is beautiful
Single reason
To believe

What you are
Genre: Romantic
Theme: Your Worth || You Are Enough
 84° 
ATL
I wanted to learn

so last night my fourth grade teacher
tore my eyelids off

and sat me near a television screen
that showed my mother dying
over and over
and over again.

I left as a cavity
of a boy,

collapsing at the sound of passing cars

as I searched for a payphone where
I could speak to the static about Gabriel.

(where is he?)

When I look at my brother and father

I beg for my eyes to be caressed until they’re scarred

with every daytime matinee
and curtsy on the train platform

that built me into this mosaic
of a “man”.
deeply personal. would appreciate kind words and condolences. my mother is alive but a part of me has died.
 84° 
Shofi Ahmed
Give in love
but never give up!
 80° 
viola
the air was sad
like the first summer night that drops below 60
the reality sets in
hopes and dreams of the summer
have come to an end
and winter is coming
 73° 
spotless mind
tell me that you don’t love me anymore
say I’ll try my luck with the other boy who’s gonna give me some more
but don’t make me one of your toys
as if there was no meaning behind our conversations full of joy
 66° 
EoP
I write most times just to,
allow myself
outside of
myself
 58° 
kyss
I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you
the scent of incense
hangs heavy in the air
the constant murmer of voices
comes crashing like waves
but your eyes meet mine
and the faces disappear
the voices die,
all that remains
is an unspoken invitation
from my lips
willing yours to kiss mine
and yours happily
meet their request
leaving our love tasting
like oranges
tenderly plucked
from moonlight lips.
we
aren't we all a little hesitant
to allow unexpected love
to enter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkyNISWE3Cc&t=2393s
 52° 
Katja Pullinen
I love you.
You love me.
Why then we disagree?
 50° 
Claire
My smile hides everything
no one will get to see
That the girl in the mirror
Was never even me
 49° 
JT
Today
I wore black
Because
Event hough
I am still breathing
I am no longer
Alive

-jt
 47° 
Faith
Lips that have never been kissed
Hair that's never been brushed back
Cheeks that have never been caressed
Hands that have never been held

Yes, I know I dont need a boy
But it gets kind of lonely
These days I spend my time in wistful dreams
 47° 
Levi Johnson
I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look
away.

Like the pages
of a book
mid-tornado,

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.

Still,

I believe you
beg to be
read.
 46° 
Chelsea Rae
If there was anything I ever wanted
It would be to not be consumed by
A lover
More than by the love of the self.
 42° 
your eclipse
maybe i'll
always be
insignificant;
the ignored;
unworthy
--don't look at me.
 42° 
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.
 40° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

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       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.
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