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 251° 
jul
ii
passionate lovers
loud in a fiery silence
they found upon them.
 250° 
tony lovel
when I hear the rain coming down it makes me sad and blue

looking outside my window at this November night
waiting for these eggs to hatch
inside my maternal prison...
is no secret why I'm here...

because I went to greet the spider in the web

to read her a very special bedtime story....

now she sleeps underneath the stone....
Tony lovel
 150° 
Kush
Confront Insecurity
He is misguided, and he should be unravelled

Hear Trauma
She has stifled her voice, but she must be listened to

Embrace Willpower
They will take you firmly in hand, so you can journey ahead
 146° 
Poetoftheway
“the simplest definition of our learning to count to infinity”

wrote those words
to a stranger in pain, awful pain,
asking him to count his blessings


now awful pain
no stranger to me

a pain four decades long,
that the surgeon promised was fully excised.

but today was triggered,
chest pain dagger ingredient emergency room

so I am counting for,
but not to,
counting on

infinity

when the wounding cannot be recalled,
only a minor scar to struggle from whence
came it from

which is the definition of reaching the
infinity place,

where finite comes to rest
dec 10 2019
 133° 
ktle
You don’t decide who
Will make your heart race.
The corners of your lips just
Upturn so suddenly
That you only notice your smile
When you step forward and feel
The cement  pieces
Of a shattered frown
On the ground beneath your feet.
-what the first taught me
 103° 
Lost
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON
 102° 
Najla
I am on a diet
from sharp knives

I have been fasting
for about two months

Here is my clean
untouched wrists

But what if I got thirsty
for a drop of my blood?

What if I got hungry, and swallowed
all the knives in the kitchen drawer?
I haven’t cut in about two months or maybe a month and a half I can’t remember, but it’s been so long since my hands laid on a knife. I am craving that rush of blood. I am scared of getting hungry.
 88° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 73° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 70° 
Wander
I guess one look was all it took,
to make me fall in love with you,
but i can't handle this right now,
because i'm too busy to love you,
But i can't help, steal looks at you,
I can't help but think about you,
I can't help loving you,
A little ago, i felt my heart grow,
and I know you're the reason for it,
I can't help it,
But, i'm so scared, to support and ask you
Over there, i don't you to not like me...
 65° 
KillerKhooler
Pull me up and away from this world.
Take me to our paradise.
Brighten my dark mind.
Don't promise me another false heaven but a hell we can settle in.
I want another Taste of your twisted joy.
Crash my mind with overwhelming satisfaction.
Love my body to near death with your black ecstasy.
but nothing good came out
of our perfect storm
 60° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 59° 
sheila sharpe
With your birth all adult kisses
Became mere chaste and cool caresses
With no power to pulse my heart
For I saw all your future gloried
With the brightest morning’s stars
But your hands, so smoothly fleshed
With nails exquisite seashells
Are not meshed in nets of wild imagination
Weighted with anticipation
And I, by tone of voice expressing,
Hands caressing, heart impressing,
Must, with every fibre of my being
Touching, speaking, tasting, seeing
Explore the Universe and galaxies above
Beyond, eternal, for you
With my love
anger at life and what it does to some people.  A lovely young man now, but is very disabled, and has epilepsy that sometimes cannot be controlled if he happens to be sick, and a country where now his mother has to go to the surgery every time to ask for the medication to prevent the fits, when before she could simply fill in a repeat prescription form, putting extra pressure on her!
 58° 
Alfonsina Storni
Circundada por selvas, bajo el cielo
Siempre azulado, nuestra casa era
Algo como el plumón y el terciopelo:
Un tibio corazón de primavera.

Se hablaba quedo en nuestra casa;
Cierto que cobijaba tantas aves,
Que nos salían las palabras suaves
Como si las dijéramos a un muerto.

Pero nada era triste: la dulzura
Poníamos tan dócil armonía
Que hasta el suspiro tenue presentía
En sus patios sombreados de verdura.

El mármol blanco de los corredores
Parecía dormir un sueño largo.
Las fuentes compartían su letargo.
Soñaban las estatuas con amores.

Cedían los sillones blandamente,
Como un pecho materno, y era fino,
Muy fino el aire, así como divino,
Cuando filtraba el oro del poniente.

¡Cómo me acuerdo de la noche aquella
En que entré sostenida por tu brazo!
Moría casi bajo el doble abrazo
De tu mirada y de la noche bella.

¡Moría casi! Me llevaste tierno
Por largas escaleras silenciosas
Y ni tuve conciencia de las cosas:
Era un cuerpo cansado y sin gobierno.

No sé cómo llegamos a una estancia.
La penumbra interior, los pasos quedos,
Tus besos que morían en mis dedos
Me tornaron el alma una fragancia.

Abriste una ventana: allá, lejano,
Plateaba el río y el silencio era
Dulce y enorme, y era primavera,
Y se movía el río sobre el llano.

Caminaba hacia el mar con tal dulzura
Que parecía una palabra buena.
Iba a darse sin fin; la quieta arena
Mirábalo pasar con amargura.

Y mi alma también rodó en el río,
Se hundió con él en perfumadas frondas,
Siguiéndolo hasta el mar cayó en sus ondas,
Y suyo fue el divino poderío.

Se curvó blanda en el enorme vaso,
De allí se desprendió como un suspiro,
Ascendió por los buques y el retiro
De otras mujeres sorprendió de paso.

Subió hasta las ciudades de otro mundo;
Dormían todos, todo estaba blanco,
Luego vio cada mundo como un banco
De arena muerta en el azul profundo.

Y desde aquel azul que todo abisma
Miró en la tierra esta ventana abierta:
¿Quién era esa criatura medio muerta?
Y se bajó a mirar. ¡Y era yo misma!

Cuando volvió del viaje, envejecida
De tanto haber vagado unos instantes
La esperaban tus ojos suplicantes:
Se hundió por ellos y encontró la vida.

¿Recuerdas tú? La casa era un arrullo,
Un perfume infinito, un nido blando:
Nunca se dijo la palabra cuándo.
Se decía, muy quedo: mío y tuyo.
 56° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 56° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 55° 
Melyda
I am sad
I am happily bitter
I am secretly depressed
I am wanting for more things
I am hopeless and loveless
I am nothing but trouble
I am full of darkness
I am undesirable
I am lost
 54° 
ecophobic
i purge every word in my skull

until my brain is all fuzzy

and i can finally fall asleep
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 53° 
Zachary G
Man throwing stones
The solid man
Cold as can be
as I Watch from the air
Just before I reach the deeps
I land in the soft waters
I wonder just who is the cold hard one
As I look at you.
I feel like this may be a copy so... sorry if it is.
 50° 
Butch Decatoria
Here we lay flowers
where we bury our loved ones,
close our eyes in prayer.

If heaven is Up,
The night sky so full of stars,
I will awe instead.

Wonder which one shines,
how bright the life that was you,
A floating lantern

With a lotus flame,
Lift up in memory of
Love, Amaranthine.
Revised
By Jennifersoter Ezewi

Give it a chance in Africa:
For the dawn knows the blossoming grain.

Give it a chance in Africa:
For the moon brightens uninvited.

Give it a chance in Africa:
For the mother earth smiles on you.

Give it a chance in Africa:
And support the efforts of every child.

Give it a chance in Africa:
And listen to that child when he is making sense.
 46° 
S I N
The Moon in the sky
Dangles like a big pale lightbulb
The lake is tranquil
 46° 
Corrinne Shadow
When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.
 43° 
A
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g
 42° 
Avreen
there is freedom in isolation,
in being idle and invisible
where one could sit in muteness,
swim widely in dusk and ask,
"Am I really here,
if no one is around to see?"
a different kind of suicide

there is pleasure in being a shadow,
in pretending you don't exist,
to avoid acting like you do

to pretend you are not matter
so you don't have to try to matter
and face the probability that
you don't

solitude isn't a time for me
to let myself free
but rather a time to free myself
from who I am

outside the confinement of company,
I am anyone and anything,
I am someone else, somewhere else
I am alive,
but I am no one
I am alone
 41° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 41° 
Spicy Digits
Why hate these legs
When they get me places

The fat under my chin
Hugs my throat like a winter coat

The backs of these arms of mine
Are my groupies
As I reach those gilded milestones

Why lament the soulful sadness
Of such big eyes
When they gift me joy in sunsets

It's true stomach bulges lazily
But she has endured years of deep sadness and chaos

Why curse my stressed spine
The radar of fear and perfectionism

Hail the skin for being my mother and protector
You beautiful olive spread

Why hate me
When you're moving parts of a forest
 40° 
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
 38° 
Audrey
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
 38° 
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.
 38° 
Faith
You said I was your answered prayers
You said I was the best girl in the world
You said I was the best thing you could have asked for
Well, now it's my turn.

You are the light in my world.
You make all the bad days the best days ever.
You were the answer to every question I thought of.
You are the peace when I can not sleep.
You are the one thing that can make me smile when I hurt.
You make every day worth living.
You are why I look back at my past and think it was all worth it.
Nothing in this world is like you.
D❤
 37° 
Sophia
" Cut yourself"

Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse
Just a lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
" Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
" Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie
It's 'just one more' until you die
this poem is about me
 37° 
Katja Pullinen
I can't be perfect as I am.
I wanna just to be a better person.
I wanna grow, I wanna learn.
I want to be a better one.
I wanna be better than yesterday.
Than year ago, than mounths, than days and weeks.
I wanna just to be a better person.
I wanna being better for you.
 36° 
blank
always counting down to the weekends
but don’t even know where I’m getting at
 34° 
Varsha K
From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.
The community of lovers, hurts, addicts, wonderers & wanderers.
 34° 
Jack
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
 33° 
Nova
We
We’ve had promises broken
Words left unspoken

Tears on our cheeks
Lonely weeks

And yet
It still surprised me when you left me.
 33° 
michael cera
the many moons,
you failed to see with me,
the suns, their rises,
compromise a single second with you.
the drunken nights,
we spent so bright,
blending in undying time.
your hair and wind,
ending in a rhythmic sin,
that never meant to end.

but it did.
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