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my father told me i should probably keep my pretty mouth shut as he sewed my lips together, but i ripped the thread. i guess his thread wasn't strong enough to keep me locked up forever.
Emma Price
But you and I... we’re going places.
Will we go together?
~much love
Bruce Levine
The line of evergreen trees
Paraded in the sunset
Offset by the piercing highway
Following the path to the end

Breaking away from the crowd
They remained in silent understanding
Breathing each other’s essence
In a timeless momentum

Longing for a single pathway
Leading through the forest of emotions
In a garden of gilded fantasies
Thawed by the rays of passion

The final memory of tomorrow
Written on the feather of fate
Held in the palm of forever
Wrapped in a golden band of love
Who loves me?
No one perhaps.
But you loved me,
And now you're gone.
I reminisce on times past
as I sit here all alone.

You would smile at me and tell me things
Like our love was greater than life.
But now I know
and now I see
That it couldn't have been,
for you're not here with me.
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
        He shatters everything.
He shattered everything.
its 5 am and I'm staring out the window into the never ending dark.
the sun begins to rise above the horizon,
broken by trees that glow from the dusty colours behind them.
Ryan O'Leary
Yes it is real, and the Irish
invented it, against a Brit
of the same name.

Now our government has
signed up to BDS of an
illegal occupier in Palestine.

Tesco are part of this regime
and they are everywhere, even
here, but I will never go inside.
Yellow petals swept
In buttered popcorn piles
with resentful brooms
William Troup
She was the love of my life,
   here, on old paradise street.
   People would turn, people we’d meet
      would stand in awe;
      what a vision to greet!

She was the heart of my soul,
   here, on old paradise street.
   Raptures would run, raptures grew old
      and regaled their time;
      what a beauty unfolds!

She was the dream of my time,
   here, on old paradise street.
   Yearnings would burn, yearnings would chime
      and replay their games;
      was is all in my mind?
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 ****** –”
I know it sounds ******,
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.
August burned quickly, incipient nostalgia
prematurely vanished, mellow and gentle
sea stone on the tiled table, cedar plank
with fish, sunset through the eye-slit window

thigh high in life and riding wherever life
takes me like a hopeless romantic
shout out to ang for lighting literally every poem of mine up

edit: Daily #2 babyyyyyy
Now you’ve told me
The implications of love
I started to fall
so much more to come x

loneliness is real
don't doubt it for a moment
it can make you motionless
you can't get out of your own head
everything is frozen in time
time is your enemy
an emptiness you can't fill

But, it can be filled

Wipe your eyes
tomorrow you'll
see the world differently

This is just for those who are seemingly lost in their loneliness.  May you find your way out of it. God Bless
Find hope through God
Aslam M
To be loved by them.  
Hate what they Hate.
I used to think
That there’s nothing
More painful,
More unbearable
Than losing
Someone you love
To someone else.
Turns out,
Losing yourself
to the person
You love
Is much much worse.

I’m sorry.
oh, but look at what grew

all because of the dirt
that they once threw
Gracelyn Hill
Have you ever met a person who at first glance you're not attracted to but then you talk and with every laugh, every smile and they became more handsome until you can't believe that there was a moment you didn't think they were.
i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
Scars can speak
With the smartest tongues
And silence can reep
When lungs turn numb
My heart can crumble
With your slightest touch
And i can die
When the kiss is too much
I can imagine
The damage your love can do
But it will never get in the way
Of my love for you
Title says it all
no matter how hard
these winds blow and shake me
i stay  r o o t e d  with the Earth

storms exist to awake me
one of the first few
rhymes i ever wrote
*and still my favorite*
Peter Balkus
Her eyes
reflect my moon.
In her eyes
it's always full.
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Mallory Blake
Monday’s are pink
Tuesday’s are red
Wednesday’s are blue
Thursday’s are orange.

Friday’s are green
Saturday’s white
Sunday’s are blue
It’s strange, right?
I have many types of synesthesia, and this is just a poem about one type.
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Jayantee Khare

hold me not
touch me not
maybe I'm clumsy-clumsy-clumsy!

have headache
want chocolate shake
maybe I'm lazy-lazy-lazy!

feel me not
mind me not
I'm cranky-cranky-cranky!

the mood is swinging
find me clinging
I'm touchy-touchy-touchy!

may be crazy
sometimes hazy
I'm moody-moody-moody!

stay away
go your way
I'm feelo-feelo-feelo!

just be there
patient listener
I'm despo-despo-despo!

here i contradict
have conflict
I'm ******-******-******!

changing hormones
troubling estrogens
tell me not a fatso-fatso-fatso!

maybe I'll be ok again!
maybe you'll love me then!

Maybe few females relate....resonate....rate .....
A big thnx to all readers and those who appreciated, thnx hp, thnx Elliott
JR Falk
so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.

im actually drinking coffee rn. rip
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.
the dirty poet
i see the flyer at starbucks

"are you caucasian?
without mental health
and drug problems?"

i don’t know the answer to any of these questions
is a jew a caucasian?
is the occasional *****, ****-slamming drunken rampage
a drug problem?
as for mental health
i’m a deadbeat poet and unpopular pop musician
i’ve got a job fighting death and boredom
and i just changed my facebook password to "eat ****"
my frustrations have driven weaker souls to homicide
but are these PROBLEMS?
Joshua Marshall
I'm sorry, I have to
break your heart.
I can't pretend to
feel the same.

It may mean we
have to part.
You'll forgive me
one of these days.
in another life, maybe i could have laced
your fingers in mine
chasing starlight down the line
and finding out we'd
never have enough time.

when summer ends, when hearts bloom-
you'll look at her
i'll look at you.
trying out the lowercase aesthetic. oh, and unrequited pining of course.
sheila sharpe

Distance yourself
from this world
before you
into its troubled atmosphere
are hurled
she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you

They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.
Jamison Bell
I hope there’s a place
Or better, a time
When all this crazy
Is no longer mine
nothing else to do
mindlessly decapitated
no love
no numbers
not even a smile to forgive a scholar
skin wraps around
a mess
contemplating the past
i see no light
i see no tunnel
all i see is


bed of stone, pillows of lava...
Rama Krsna
the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
for the exorbitant price of one

at the chasm
of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains
as life’s sole friend

the memories of love
belong to time
and this aging body
to the five elements.

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