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 1384° 
Hannah
I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.
 454° 
King
Sometimes,
being good
isn't about
acting kind.
 447° 
c
I think my tragic flaw
Is reading the warning label
On every person
And pulling a Romeo
On each boy
marked “Toxic”
 375° 
kaye
Ma
Fri, 23rd August 2019

I know we've met before
Let it be in dreams or real life
I know you're my better half
Infatuation (orlove)
 368° 
Nuzhat Shireen
Life is a song
Emotions are its lyrics
Heart is rhythm
Audience is world
Duration is short
Sing the song as it deserves
 353° 
Jasmin Jackson
What's the point of putting my guard down?
I'm just going to mirror a clown
That's how relationships always end
For me
But you're playing some different trick on me
You're not saying the googled pick up lines
Your flirting is foreign to me
Like you just flew in from Tuscany to find me
 330° 
Joshua Marshall
There was a woman
on this site.
I can't remember her
name.
We started talking before
I deleted my other account.
I told her about Samuel Orson;
I think she may have lived in Seattle.
I think that may have
been what made me tell her
about Samuel; he's in Seattle.

I could be wrong about where she
lives. I mean, that's the point.
I don't really remember;
I have a terrible memory.

Beautiful woman, if you're
out there and you
remember talking to me
AND I'm lucky enough for you
to come across this,
I just want you to know I'd like
to reconnect.

I miss you. I miss us.
I miss our conversing.
I miss our internet friendship.
I miss seeing your pretty face.
 320° 
JC
Feeling so useless
So pardon my rudeness
you can go to hell

Feeling so stupid
But my thoughts are lucid
You can all go to hell

Huh
I guess I feel courageous
I know this will be outrageous
But I truly feel rampageous

So with a shameless mind
And words that are not confined
Do me a favor and kindly go to hell
Just venting
And it's been awhile since I've posted on here, so here it is
 189° 
Odysseas Padoulas
Outside my building live the sinners

My door cracked and full of splinters

Televised endless vicious dance

For she's seen it ten times on Mars

Cooking eggs to cure the hunger

Cats in buildings,bored in summer
 179° 
Tristan Currie
Idles hands are bad
but spare time
is the wildness of the polymath.
 179° 
purple heart
the night sounds so peaceful;
shush, i said to myself.
the feeling i was waiting for, wanting to stay.
without a reason.
 170° 
Oliverio Girondo
gracias aroma
azul,
fogata
encelo.

Gracias pelo
caballo
mandarino.

Gracias pudor
turquesa
embrujo
vela,
llamarada
quietud
azar
delirio.

Gra­cias a los racimos
a la tarde,
a la sed
al fervor
a las arrugas,
al silencio
a los senos
a la noche,
a la danza
a la lumbre
a la espesura.

Muchas gracias al humo
a los microbios,
al despertar
al cuerno
a la belleza,
a la esponja
a la duda
a la semilla,
a la sangre
a los toros
a la siesta.

Gracias por la ebriedad,
por la vagancia,
por el aire
la piel
las alamedas,
por el absurdo de hoy
y de mañana,
desazón
avidez
calma
alegría,
nostalgia
desamor
ceniza llanto.

Gracias a lo que nace,
a lo que muere,
a las uñas
las alas
las hormigas,
los reflejos
el viento
la rompiente,
el olvido
los granos
la locura.

Muchas gracias gusano.
Gracias huevo.
Gracias fango,
sonido.
Gracias piedra.
Muchas gracias por todo
Muchas gracias.


Oliverio Girondo,
agradecido.
 153° 
BJ Donovan
Junkies banging trash cans
at 3 am to the rhythm
of the concert
in their blown out minds
make me want to dance
like I've never danced
and come back to life
from the TV burial
I never asked for but.
We lie quiet in graves.
 152° 
spoon
So much depends
Upon

A great blue
Ocean

Blanketing over the
fishes

Shimmering under the
Sun
inspired by william carlos williams’s “the red wheelbarrow”
 136° 
Tess Oppenheimer
"O.J., there's been another man whom
I've needed and I've loved..."

"I understand," said O.J. sympathetically.
 132° 
Purplesy
Time to forgo the idyllic promises
Of love and its crimson garden
Avow at last for anarchic solitude
That leaves me craving,
but never starving
 122° 
cryingforhelp
day by day
night by night
I pray to the skies
my life is not a lie
to feel happier
is in none of the stars
yet alone beyond that
for that, the unknown,
is similar to my life
day by day
night by night
I ponder on the realities
that are daunting
they may be frightening
but to not know
is worse
 106° 
Taylor
I feel too much
Or I feel nothing
Bouncing from one extreme
To the other
Like a basketball
Never spending much time
In the middle
I self-medicate
when I feel too much
I dig into my skin
When I need to feel
Something to know
That I am alive

I write to cope
Dig my pen into paper
Instead of digging
Razor blades in my skin
When the words flow
I know that I am alive
That this feeling
Is temporary
And so I stay alive
Clinging to words
As a life preserver
To a drowning man
 102° 
Osiria Melody
What is centered in my
mind is a beginning anew

When mountains of doubt
embrace rivers of confidence,

Towering above what is
to come forward

That bring forth a solidified
truth, unwavered from deceit

Oh, graceful waters that sway
me in a new direction,

A beginning anew



Melody
8/22/19
Patience is necessary to be successful.
In four days, I'll be starting my first  day of university, which I'm looking forward to. I'll be commuting every day. I'm currently on campus since there's a campus tour and a school supply giveaway.
 101° 
Jaxey
You held the paper
between you lips
and inhaled

I've never
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette
It should have been me
 100° 
Anonymous
First
It was
Lust
Then it was love
Followed by hate
I admit my favorite  stage was the end
When we got mad and made love to sunrise
I was gone before you could say
Goodbye
 88° 
J J Fitzpatrick
Sun and moon collide to cotort the figure,
Melting him like ice,
Presing skin,and stetching it thinly as to
Resemble the endless Lethe
 83° 
Peter Balkus
My shadow
it wants to be me,
it's jealous,
can't walk and can't sleep.
It thinks
that I'm living a dream,
and to be me
it would do anything.

Be careful
what you wish for
- I say to it.
 72° 
Nicola Jill
with everything she felt
she filled her canvas,
each steady stroke,
a symphony of
                               emotion.

every time she cried
she picked up her palette  
and created a woman that
wasn't so
                               b r o k e n.

released from their grasp
she reached for her brush
and created a woman that
no one could
                                touch.

victorious in defeat the
world would soon listen,
maybe one day,
they'd stop blaming the victim.
As the bright sun poured down on her with its searing heat, she stepped under the waterfall and let the cool water cool and refresh her

Waterfall

As the water poured over her it offered a soothing reprieve from the sun and heat

Waterfall

Eventually a cool breeze came and gently blew across her face

Leaving a sensation of peace and calm

Waterfall
 55° 
Kriti Gupta
do I owe the world for keeping me alive
staring at the ceiling, staring up at night
twisting away at my insides
towers of disappointment, my battle cry
 53° 
flower child
O.
I want you
All of you
The good the bad
Everything in between

But do you want me
For everything I am
Like I want you
For everything you are

I’ve grown attached
But you seem distant
Please let me in
I just want you
 48° 
Morgan
Like a magical night
when everything goes right

And he gets what you mean
you say "This is the Joint!"

When he laughs cuz you're funny
and your jokes are on point

When he asks for your number
and you give it out wrong

When the movement is Music
and you both know the song

When you dare not to care
so you're free to be you

Now he's feeling your vibe
and you're feeling it too

It's a night to remember
but never repeat

Cuz it was what it was
In that hot summer heat
 48° 
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.
 46° 
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.
 42° 
laura

why do you tease me so
querulous and catty and quirky
the many faces you have
delights so svelte, online media
you write almost tangible
and your beautiful braid-dangles

stupid thoughts, bad cup
pollen from the dandelions
breeze by, heron umbrella
of Autumn's shadow--
the ghosts of never again haunt here
despite you sweetening
the edible tangles
 41° 
Charles Sturies
Black
     1.  James Brown
     2.  Michael Jackson
     3.  Terence Treat Darby
     4.  Sammy Davis Jr.
      5.  Prince
white
      1.  Donald O'Connor
      2.  Danny Kaye
      3.  Frank Sinatra
      4.  Don Rickles
      5.  Jonathan Winters
let's do the females
black
      1.  Ella Fitzgerald
      2.  Carmen McCrae
      3.  Brandy
      4.  Rihanna
      5.  Beyonc'e
white
       1.   Cher
       2.  Judy Garland
       3.  Sally Field
       4.  Lana Turner
       5.  Arlene Dahl
 41° 
Emilio
The heart is burning;
Flames that burn souls--undying.
Let love extinguish.
Keep calm and love.
 40° 
Yours Truly
“This is my last time”,
I said 4 times ago
As I paint my brittle fingernails
Red with blood
Somethings deeply wrong with me
 39° 
hayley
from my number one
to the one i can't even look at.
our friendship slipped
out of our fingers
all due to your
lies and fake personality.
Let it break you
Cut your fingertips
On the shards
Let it change you
Find new edges
And shapes in the glass
Let it remake you
Reflect the damage back
With bloodied mirror fragments
Leave your memory
Deep in their marrow
Haunt the corners of their sight
 37° 
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.
 36° 
badtaste
one little spider fell on my leg
I smacked him off then I said
"Did you nibble?
Did you bite?"
he said no
just a kissed you goodnight
:)
I made this poem for my little cousin
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