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Real freedom
are intrinsically linked
to the freedom
of a bird of prey.
Poetry Art
may you continue
reaching your dreams
even if sometimes
it is too far
even if sometimes
it is too hard
may you never get tired
of moving forward
may you live well, rest well, and love well.

to better days ahead,
poetry art
Lucas Ennis
It feels like my wrists are burning
Blood is dripping down my arms
My head keeps screaming
I shouldn't of self-harmed.
My mom is going to be mad.
She's going to hit me again.
Give me another bruise.
Now my scars have some friends.
Just wash off the blood.
Dry off with the towel.
Wrap up your arms.
Go back to your personal bubble.
Isolate yourself for another week little girl.
Take you medicine.
And jump off the hill.
Just a little vent cause I feel icky.
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Joe Quaale
I know the combination to time. the circle  turns And the hands they wind! The circle spins so fast You can't see it Move. Giveing the illusion that The hands are keeping the time For you and I. The time is in me and you, If you look at your hands You'll know what to do!๐Ÿค”๐Ÿ™„๐Ÿ˜
I sought so desperately to drown.
She so happily obliged.
She the crimson black sea.

So here I lie,
In the beautiful dark.
The infinite depths of she.
I got too close. She warned me. I got what I asked for.
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
joe machetto
the walls were
the length of night
when he heard birds
practicing their songs

from a tree lined street
to the ribs
of his door

there he was
just a man
on a bed
in a room

tied to a space
a decoration of
his own cave

waiting for the eyes
of his window
to open

and life to come
rushing in
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
The moment someone knows me
The moment someone sees
I exist
I am present
I am back to being me

And so I go where noone knows me
To where I'm openly not seen
To not exist for a few hours
Is such a blessing
Not to be
The January Lasts

It's not about non-existence. It's about getting away from the self without reset. It's about being... Refreshed. And we all do that differently.
maybe people are meant
to fall in love
but not meant
to be together.

i was coming to terms with this
only to find out
we werent in love.
i was.
you never loved me
you didnt feel anything for me
you tried to,
but loving someone isnt something
you can make happen.

we always said we were meant to be, right?
perfect for each other
you said our love was pure
and real
and unbreakable.
look at it now,
its shattered.

falling in love with you
was the easiest thing
ive ever done.
falling out of love
will be the hardest.
i guess the [lovers] code has been cracked.
Ravindra gora
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๐“จ๐“ธ๐“พ๐“ป ๐“ซ๐“ป๐“ธ๐”€๐“ท ๐“ญ๐“ธ๐“ฎ ๐“ฎ๐”‚๐“ฎ๐“ผ, ๐“ฌ๐“ธ๐“ท๐“ฟ๐“ฎ๐”‚ ๐“ถ๐“ธ๐“ป๐“ฎ ๐“ฝ๐“ฑ๐“ช๐“ท ๐”‚๐“ธ๐“พ ๐“ผ๐“ช๐”‚...


Side by side
On a moonlit night
Watching the sea waves glide

A tender moment of romantic bliss
I bend on my knees
You cup my face and we share a sweet kiss

From my heart, into your soul
The feeling is so strong, i've lost control
Even the stars are gazing at your tiny mole

We vow to make moments to reminisce
Now you're with me, nothing can go amiss
The intoxication of your love is more than that of a cannabis

On the account of happiness you bring
From head to toe, my everypart wants to sing
You are my everything, you are my everything...
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Leah Carr
She's gone
Gone forever
I know I'm like her
I know I am her
But I've still lost her

A part of myself
Is gone
I'm standing strong
While falling apart
Falling a p a r   t...
The way you stand
The way you sit
The way you secretly laugh for a bit
Youโ€™ve been hurt
Youโ€™ve been broken
And yet your heart is wide open
You think no one sees
You think no one cares
But that is really just not fair
Because I see
Because I do
My heart is filled by just looking at you
If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry
Dear Reader,
if you're reading this
it means
I'm dead
as a paper


to be etched
with the poem
I tried to write
so many times
when I was m-
Allesha Eman
You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night

The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin

You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a childโ€™s curiosity

The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them

And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted

To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies

But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun

And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood

Lost in translation Iโ€™m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; youโ€™re nothing, but to me; youโ€™re my dreamland
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
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย 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
not a prognosis
when i cry
i taste the salt
from your tears
instead of mine
Shaun Yee
Hello friend, take me once a day,
And I will keep good health away,
You will find me so very good,
So make me your favourite food;
A drug addict you I will make,
For me itโ€™s just a piece of cake,
Youโ€™re so naive you just canโ€™t see,
I am your deadly enemy.
Drug taking is and has always been one of society's major sickness. Stay wise and stay healthy. Flush drugs down the drain!!
I fell in love with your stories
I fell in love with your pain
I fell in love with your diaries
I fell in love with your brain
I fell in love with your sorrow
I fell in love with your darkness
I fell in love with your desire for no tomorrow
I fell in love with your sharpness
I fell in love with your mind
I fell in love with your blues
I fell in love with your rhymes
I fell in love with you
Written two years ago
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when itโ€™s time for myself
to take a sip

all thatโ€™s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
it was the last time
you ever kissed me goodnight
the day the moon fell
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
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I donโ€™t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
Heโ€™s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
โ€œWeโ€™re perfect for each otherโ€
And you canโ€™t tell me
Heโ€™s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.


Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it
Writing words in his skin,
A young boy looks in the mirror.
He can no longer cry...
His chest rises and falls
Until it rises but falls no longer.
Never flat enough, he screams,
Slashing his wrists to prove he bleeds.
He wants to live... but can't
Seem to escape fate.
He was born wrong.
He doesn't look the way he wants.
He isn't right. Broken.

I am not your daughter.
tumbleweeds tumble
down abandoned city streets
dust their companion
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people donโ€™t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
one candle flame

joined by all other
candle flames

a sky full of faraway

creatively opens the mind
to hearken to the heart.
I am what they call an imbecile
I am what they think is ugly
I am what my parents think of me-a burden and problem
I am someone everyone hates
I am lonely
I am grateful that not many others feel or have a life this way
I am living a life in-between the underworld and overworld
I am the one who cries 5-10 times a day
I am typing on this because I have to have a laptop
I am also typing on this because it is expressive
Let the rain fill your soul
So you donโ€™t cry
Eva Encarnacion
I make room
I make time
I make nothing but connection

You make reason
You make rhyme
I make nothing but exceptions

We make a fool out of me
and a hero out of you
So you are nothing but perfection

We make excuses
We make lies
But they are nothing but deceptions
Written Aug 2013, Titled May 2021
Watched rain ripples in syncopation with the ducks quacking
It is raining like April
Tears falling everyday
Wasn't that long ago or far away
Strangest weather in April
But it is first week of May

Maude Laurent
Life is like a box.
Sometimes it feels full,
Sometimes it feels empty.
But most times
It just sits on a shelf in the attic
Unopened and dusty
The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Comes in many forms
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