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We are human beings
With feelings.
Look around
Not enough empathy
Each day we look more like robots.
We are so clever, only brains.

Shell ✨🐚
With advanced technology we ourselves have less  empathy, less interest in people near us.
Contributing to a conversation about what I call: balancing the emotion with a perceived reality, which can also be claimed as an illlusion. #Traumahealing #lovingwhoyouare #mentalhealth #buildingrelationship #managingperceptions #consensualrealities
Zack Ripley
You don't have to be alone
To feel alone.
I still struggle with that
Despite how much I've grown.
I still have my friends,
My family, my fans.
But when I look down, all I see
are my empty hands.
I don’t know
I don’t know if I can handle the loneliness
It sits inside of me
It breathes
And it aches
Of its own volition

When can I put my head above the water again
Why am I drowning myself
My muscles are heavy
I am heavy
Until I am not anymore
Tall, once grown
A tree needs neither sap nor season
To pine

(for her)
Did I do that?

I hurt you I broke you...

Now your done
With all ten toes,
And all ten fingers,
I wipe another tear,
And my finger lingers...

I already love you,
More than you know.
I'll care for you
Until I go...

My time has come,
Too show you the world,
I'll be your friend,
Until the end...

After that I'll be your Guardian...

For now you're my Angel
When I'm gone I'll be yours....
For my son whom I love with all of me
Samantha Cunha
Half truths wrapped in
majestic silk, like
the essence of poetry.

Half truths floating in
the ethers, a gilded
pen in one palm,
lines of fate
embedded in the other.

A sharp bed of red roses, and
blood stained my white dress.

Tell me half truths, disgusied
in surreal worlds, like
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
Life can be
Such a mess
So get out there
And do your best

You fell down
Well, get back up
I never meant
To be so rough

The world is fast
And it ain't fair
Love is hard
And it's cold out there

Life can be such a mess
It's up to you
To do your best...
"do you love me?" i asked with utmost uncertainty
he looked at me as he said, "sometimes."
unsettled, unsecured and in limbo, "no guarantee."
he repeated, "no guarantee... at all times."
You describe yourself
In impossible ways
Your skin is lumenous
Your heart is golden
Your eyes are radient
I'm thinking you should stay away From metal detectors
I disappear, and reappear
Obviously I don't want to be here
I don't belong to the strong forces
And I'm so proud of the shame
I've been through no pain
Being void of acceptance

And I don't have my own freedom of speech
And I don't need responsibility
But I do need to be abused
To not learn a thing or two

Red, white, and blue
Add the black lines
Nothing is falling apart
Everything is fine

There weren't any lies
Insecurity defined
Opposite poem about insecurity
Jupiter Magna
I don’t care if there’s not a reason why.  
I’m going to fight until I find one,
or just make up my own.  
I’ll be my own God.  
I’ll write my own myth,
create my own universe,
proclaim my own reason for being.
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
Move it on over little dawg.  
I jump freight trains now.  
I sleep where i want.  
And I gnaw the souls of
better men than you


I don't hear you anymore.
I write my own songs
and I wave away your
charmless melodies


I hum as I hear the
music of another


Move it on over
little dawg, the
big dawg moved


Caroline Shank
hold the sun
between a finger and thumb
in eye of the firmament Icarus flew by
I am bound with silver vines
watching an azure sky
when you unbind me
I will fly
To know you never watched
A single video of mine
Never read
A single poem
Never followed
A single link
These are the parts
That break my heart
Because you don't believe me
When I say I see you
Because you don't see me
“i loved you a little“
a little bit of madness
a little bit of sadness
a little bit of life
a whole lot of you
I was on cloud 9.
No, I was on cloud 12.
Living the good life, being me.

Then you came along. I gave you my friendship, my trust, my loyalty. I offered you wings.
Everything was fine. Completely ok. Nothing wrong here.
So I let my guard down. Closed my eyes.

When I woke up, I seemed to be soaring.
Or was I falling. I looked up to you on my cloud. You smiled and waved goodbye.

But you forgot something.
I have wings. Wings that will carry me high. Wings that are always there when I need them. I know I can rely on them. Forever.

Now you're falling too. Trying to catch me.
Should've taken the wings I offered you.
Yeep its bad and I know that. Idk why I wrote this but meh .-. and if you didnt get it. The "Wings" symbolize friendship.
shirtless screaming through
the heartland and I used
to smoke cigarettes

she never wanted
to stay: the youth
she had
left demanded it.
now, I'll wager
she's somewhere
in an apartment with
some dandy that
wears sweater vests
to Thanksgiving dinner.

maybe she thinks
about me and my little
twisted heart every
now and again:
like when she's away
from the sweater vest
on the toilet
behind a locked door,
"be right out, babe!"
or toting groceries
through a parking lot
to her car,
or signaling a
left turn before
changing her mind
and deciding to
go straight instead.

maybe I need to
stop thinking
about her
especially after
three years

but what can I say?
I've never slept on
a bed of nails
I couldn't
dream on.
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
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Radix repartee.
I remember us, the sorry way we slept
        the last night in my bed

The pictures of us hung from briars in my chest
    a nest
                     of infidelity

Not to another but to a forgotten version

                   of us

for which the other was not
I’m so sorry
Jonathan Moya
Put two copper artifacts
next to each other,
and in time,
they will turn green
from the attraction.

Bronze Disease is what
the conservators call it.
For them,
corrosion is the enemy.

But that is not true,
as poets and most others know:

Corrosion is life,
Rust is love.
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
ashu hugs u
Who was I
Before they broke my heart
A simple human being
Now it's Hella complicated
Emilio Valdez
I am a fly
attracted to your nacreous glow.

                                           Just swat me already.
grace xxx
Meet me out on St. John's Terrace
Where the misty rain pervades
Where the city's distant
And the sky forever shades
Your eyes are soft and cloudy
Through the periwinkle haze
But I could see them sparkle
From a dozen towns away
i think that the most damaged people in the world
are the kindest
and the softest

because they know
that scabs can be picked
and you can bleed
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
I do not believe that anyone could love someone with mental illness.
Either we feel too much or not enough at all.
Either we're sleeping too much,
Eating too much or not at all
The nightmares or night terrors
The days you cant feel emotion, or when you feel it all
No I do not believe anyone could love someone with mental illness
Any attempt and you cant be discarded and forgotten like you never existed
Its all a lie.
The only truth is that everyone is selfish and will never truly love another
Failed attempts with people that "love" me
Everything makes sense. I love my life.
I'm a genius and perfect parent and a
motivational speaker and **** star.
I split atoms and human nature.
I paint you beautiful and real as
impossible as that might seem.
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
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 like *******.
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.
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