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 382° 
Nat Lipstadt
called me in for a consultation,

lean in,” he suggested, with nearly closed eyes,

“see the youthful optimistic predecessor,
the conqueror, who could not be defeated,
his thin images within still resides

the man of firm voice who when he spoke
above the rabble, all fell silent, and when he looked,
all could share his visionary insights and did not hesitate,
saying, we will do and we will listen,
but to follow, just did, wrapped
in your confidence

I want that boy back, smooth skinned, fearless,
do not return him till the shadows have dissipated,
the bruised lines of worry have evaporated,
the hands look unscathed, then raise them in
self-supplication, demanding satisfaction,
then in success, born overhead, marking appreciation,

let us adventure forth, straightening tilting windmills,
punishing renegades and dragons fearful,
saving damsels who waited just for our arrival,
shedding courage upon those who watch us,
cheering and being cheerful

here is your mighty pen,
cut sharp the poems out from the within,
read them slow, winding to now crooked old friends,
who remember everything dear, their youth of no fear,
the best of past, dreaming poems, mist born, fog vapor gone,
of black and waiting white, worthy words all revived

return to me in blazes,
sumptuous colors of derring-do,
I need that child brave, for perhaps
you have not noticed my flaking slivering skin,
the expanding cracks that cross my images,
just like you!

I need you to rebirth you,
I need you to rebirth me!

8/16/19 reflections from a blue glacier
 252° 
max
not to kink shame but
i prefer being sliced up
than hit with rubber
 240° 
Astral
I’ve spent my life
Looking for fire in another’s eyes
To light up my insides
Instead of searching within myself
For my own torches
My own lights
To rid the darkness
And make me shine
Last night you slept
with
your back to me,
but
I was glad you
stayed;
you always stay and
that's
why I still love
you.
 188° 
jeffrey conyers
They ask me?
How do you feel today?
I remain quiet.
While knowing deep within?
Love left the day you left me here standing by myself.

And still, your memories remain.
Insane I might not be.
But there is this hidden pain within me.
Cause love left me the day you left.

In my heart, mind, you were my everything.
 182° 
Jonas
Sometimes when i'm writing, it feels like a glass half full, with fingerprints and stains, standing neglected for days on the living room table; and sometimes i flow like a cold bubbling stream of water pouring into an overfull cup in the kitchen sink.
 162° 
KCibot
We are magnetic
But you put out fires
While I attract them
Yet somehow
I can never
Pull
Us
A
.
Part
 142° 
Ragna
You’re here
But I still miss you
Even when you’re near
I miss you
I wish you knew
Just how much I need and want you
This is one of many for you. If you know who "you" are, then here ya go.
 129° 
Junior Semil
I can say reality creeped in.
   It didn’t hit me until,
My friend(tree branch), outside the Balcony
     became less reachable.
 116° 
A Freedom
'vocal cords,
a vibration's void,
delicate,
it purchased strings,
for its immutable expression,
then sold it to the wind.'
 95° 
Ava
Garden girls
Soft light in their eyes
Give me garden girls
Still there when
The plants die
Graceful garden girls
Feet on the ground
Watch their hair fly
Garden girls
Show me your world
Help me see life
 89° 
42
Ishmeal called me this morning
Now to sing in the streets
 82° 
A
We’re all kept on a leash
theirs just happens to be twice as long
While I suffocate to breathe

Fabrics on my body decide my worth
So I bury myself under a cloth
To spare myself from their wrath
When their leashes are loose and mine is taut

They scream at the audacity of my request to breathe
and continue to smother and punch and squeeze
To render me helpless (it’s really a breeze)
So I continue to suffer while they’re at ease.

The world is helpless & I am chained
My attempts to escape are all in vain
And I just sit around and cry
wishing I didn’t have a brain.
 57° 
Jaxey
She kissed him
With question marks?
While he kissed her
With "quotations"
And together they became
a run on sentence...
It never ends.
 54° 
allanbrunmier
silent library
those unspoken words on shelves
I ache to voice them
 53° 
Midnight Rain
the memory of your
presence is felt like an earth//quake

as if my soul has everted,
my heart has been torn...

every wave of emotion
is felt like the first time.

i become a spineless,
speechless,
creature

curling into myself
and crying out the storm
that has lived within me

your presence is missed like
cold rain in summer,

like a scarlet fire drawn in the
center of winter,

and when Autumn
leaves fall like teardrops
from trees,

darling, you are missed
like a heartbeat falling from a
heart

and i shatter myself every day
from the earth//quakes your memory gave

and
you,

you... are missed
relentlessly,
most ardently...

you are the life within me now
and i cannot seep you out from
myself without
uprooting everything beautiful
you grew in me.
 50° 
Chris
The daily upset
The nightly unrest

A muse abused

Regret set in stone I feel alone..
I can't feel me as reopened are my wounds


Life in shambles I tread high waters through kindness' brambles, its hate from fate, its love from hate, its truth I can't debate..

A muse abused aptly used..

Taking solace in this night..
To survive the daily heart-hurt fight..
 50° 
Desire rod
Don’t bother me
Leave me be
At the end of the street
There’s empathy and emptiness in these
sheets
I wrap myself in
Everyday another
dark hole gets filled with nothingness
broken and bruised
I’m so used to this abuse
So find yourself another amuse
 50° 
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.
I see you
In the light, in my reflection,
In the clouds.
I see you in the clouds
and where dreams go to die
 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.
 46° 
malluraeh
one mans hell
is another‘s heaven
 43° 
Alex Gifford
It's that moment
when the pieces
of the puzzle
all combine.

And you see a
glorious picture
that you doubted
that you'd find.

And then after
when the pieces
are inspected
each with care.

You see purpose
and see meaning
each too valuable
to spare.
This came to me all at once. It's an attempt to describe the feeling of your mind being blown when everything lines up and finally makes sense.
 41° 
Kelly McManus
I can hardly wait
to tell the kids about bees
now there aren't any

                                    Kelly McManus
 40° 
Mari
Poetry
does not come from learning.
It just comes
from your heart,
'cause its a part
of you.
 38° 
xxx
There are some things you shouldn't do.
Like give your time to people who don't really love you.
Don't do drugs but do them if you like them.
 38° 
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° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
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 36° 
Miguel Cardozo
Be still
Be quiet
Listen...
The trees applaud your beauty,
The sun, it shines only to illuminate your eyes
The breeze, it only blows to caress your every curve.
What use do you have for the greed of man...
When the world loves you so.
 35° 
Em MacKenzie
If live gives you lemons
just be thankful it’s not a lime,
and when squeezing it
avoid getting the juice in your eye this time.
 34° 
Kai
I'm a loser
no need to scream it at me
I've always known
 32° 
Chameleon
My brain likes to forget that
we aren’t together anymore.
So every day when I first open
my eyes I am harshly brought back
to the truth that I may never
get over you.
 32° 
Amanda
some of us
weren’t meant to be happy
some of us
were meant to be poets
 31° 
Stephen James
the words of silence write themselves
the deeper into darkness
we forge
the brighter this spark is
reborn
a poem
 31° 
Guðrið
You
I've got blisters on my fingers
from trying to write you out of this song
I literally do.
 30° 
KCibot
The witch in me
Melted with
Your
H
2
O
But
The gremlins
Just multipled x2
Virus
....
***** computer
 30° 
P-Røšę Pøę
i've only;

one tongue
one heart
one ear
one eye
one hand
for love.

infatuation is not love.

it's a crutch for lust.

mi amor,
my love for you will never rust.

you are one.

i'll let the others have the many and ill trust.

you mi amor,
are second to none.

i'm yours until i indeed,
turn to dust.
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