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 1590° 
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
 357° 
Sunflower-child
I never knew what it was like to have a brother
Until I meet my best friend
He likes to say he's my brother from another mother
And he practically is
We talk to each other about everything
But we don't judge each other
We have a bond like the brothers and sisters do in movies
Except ours is stronger
We've been through thick and thin
And when were together its like he's the sun and I’m the moon
We work together to get things done
He's the person I'd call to help me hide a body
He's my person
 234° 
Nat Lipstadt
~for my poet friends who will understand exactly
the nature of our ailment/adventure~

it begins when once poem titled,
which, a first clue, nothing more, a mumbled prophesy,
an arrow to duration & direction home but unknown,
a one-way stop sign neatly lettered in the
smallest sized letters with the disclaimer above

you sojourn to an uncultivated land, not sown.

you travel to places “finding out what you
don’t want to know, what you don’t want to find out,”
no guide, no well trodden path, no cultural prescribed woke diktats,
you are,
taken unwilling more than you lead, where endings
surprising, unforeseen, return tickets never offered for sale

pick words, more likely,
they pick you,
the only constant your rapid metabolism,
a winter snow blow, swirling churning, even midst
the most languid, sultry southern summer day

mind the mind.
mind the ground frozen until a tiny tickle trickle verse
becomes a full-on ground melt, wet and soggy,
******* you into a
rice-rock-hard pellet-poem thriving,
you observe your own drowning in a
6 inch deep wet paddy

the bottom line,
the net net, summary judgment
you commenced with urgent hesitancy for the
risks are great now, pen dagger chest pointed,
you, ******, in crosshairs, your own graven idol image

having found out what you
don’t want to know,
having found out what you
don’t want to find out

find myself weeping,
fists holding my head,
communing with floorboards oak hardened,
groaning acknowledging,
this, this, THIS


this discovering, uncovering,
this is
why I write,
this is
why I dare not write anymore!





12/13/2019
so-me-times the compulsion is greater than the fear
 230° 
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
 188° 
timothy johnson
I look for love
but it's never enough
so i hurt my girl
and get with a guy
im sorry im bi
why would you tease me
if your just gonna leave me
 172° 
aya
your flaws
could never
have me
love you
less
i rlly wna talk to him but hes busy playing :(
 151° 
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
 151° 
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
 119° 
John Destalo
he was asleep

in his own
satisfaction

she was awake
wanting

the snake
was a figment

something to blame
for his future

the tree was time
and its fruit

the secret
she already knew

but pretended
she didn’t

she was not a rib
but she left him

with less of himself
 113° 
Lamar Cole
Xavier was a hardworking garbage man.
He was a superman at lifting those heavy garbage cans.
He was well known on his route far and wide.
Because in his job, he always took pride.
He learned early in life and this I will tell.
That whatever job you do, do it well.
 112° 
Khoi-San
She made a simple call
gave a penny
without feeling tall
a giver of love
the receiver of more
 112° 
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.
 110° 
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
 91° 
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.
In the comfort of darkness
I see not my life
Nor my sins
Red flags hidden by
The blood coming from me
The way I've always wanted
A maze of thorntrees
I now stand it
With everything I want
But nothing I need
Hatred my last friend
Regret my remaining love
Art my punishment
A grim reminder
Of a life no longer in reach
Ink of permanence
Telling me I'll forever be alone
Destined for self annihilation
On my way to what I deserve
Theft my crime
Stealing what I could never use
Yet others thrive on
Vision blurring out
As the cool water becomes dark
Dark with my payment
As darkness encloses me
The shadows lift
I am free forever
 87° 
charles dickens
I have seen the world’s most beautiful places,
Still I feel, as If I’m a walking machine,
Watching it all through a screen
There is nothing in between to me
This might as well not be real.

Why can’t I sing along with some feeling, or some meaning?
It feels like I’ve always been blind.
I don’t know why you girls are so kind,
For there so many in line,
Whose lives aren’t as lost as mine.
These are the parts of an amazing song called Indigo Nights but they’re really reflecting what I’ve been feeling lately,so, I wanted to share.enjoy yourselves.
 87° 
TheIdleOwl
54
One fine day,
I'll be out of this haze,
Yeah I'll be up in a tree,
And they'll all be staring at me.
 85° 
Annette
the sand of your red deserts scorch the story
of your turbulent past your shameful history
we left you naked stripped you bare

your chained children cried
we heard it not
your brave warriors died
we saw it not

our needs were more than the Saharan sand
more wealth more gold more slaves more land
we left you bleeding in the African sun

o God what have we done

Forgive us Africa
looking into the eyes of a young slave on a black-and-white photograph
 85° 
chris
a starving kiss from the sun
the rain drops ruin all the fun
bundled up inside my head
hide inside your mouth instead

a weak and frail famished star
the world is grey you are too far
coming back into the sky
all you have to do is try
nothin against winter but i miss the sun
 77° 
Grace
toy
I'm
                         still
                                             just
                                                        your
                                                                toy

            for
                 throwing
                               around;

                                                                                  You're
                                                                                       still
                                                                                       just a
                                                                                             boy


                                                     to                                          
                                                             Earth you are

                                                                                            bound.
Hey, this is my first poem so I think it's good but I am not sure. Feedback? It took me less time than usual poems, since it's so short. But it has meaning.
 75° 
Infamous one
Going the extra mile
Not afraid to try
Make sure it's safe
Taking risks to find purpose
Not always a reason
Behind others actions
Seen them as more
Turned out to be worse
Looking forward to the best
Thinking highly of others
Not seen as an equal
Gave it all no expectation
 75° 
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
 69° 
Paul morse
She holds my heart
She has my soul
FOR
Eva long
To ends and beyond
EVA
So true
As the Oceans reflect Blue
There you have it
For Eva it's you
 69° 
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❤
 66° 
Prince
We cut our own tongue until famous people hear it
 62° 
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.
 61° 
aimecaesar
We celebrate the complications and complexity of life but is it really?

Could life not be simpler than what we imagine it to be?

Is everything not a social construct? If so, why did we construct these hierarchies of complexity that are only understood by the "elite"?

Are we infatuated with elitism? Have we blurred the lines between our wants and our needs?

Why the complications when you only want to tell the time?

Is this all for the pursuit of happiness?
 60° 
Arrow
Hark all hark!
Please contact if you see a boy,
Short in height,
Having brown eyes and hair,
Skin which is tanned,
With cutest of smiles,
With a dimple on the right cheek.
He might sound smart
And very convincing
But beware because
He is a larcener
He brought all the walls down
And stole my heart.
Even though I never tell you this whenever you are gone because then you would feel bad about leaving me but I really miss you.
 60° 
Brady
Surface-sea:
look up at me.
Tilted towers fall down down
like they forget they were built. Even
crazy men seek more crazy;
bugs hide in corners.
Blood rushes and runs from being blue
but that’s my favorite color.
 57° 
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
 57° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 51° 
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.
 45° 
Adrasteia
people say they care
until they don’t have the time
people say ‘I love you’
like everything will be fine
people say you can talk to them
pour out your heart and soul
then they’ll turn around and tell you
‘your problems are getting old’
people rarely mean it
the people that say they’re there
people say a lot of things
and it’s always going to be your fault
because you’re the one that cares
 45° 
Lama
I will be out of here
when every good thing disappears
and you will be out with me
fighting darkness without fear
 45° 
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
 43° 
Sahil
In the pursuit of happiness
I found you,  but somewhere I lost me
You set my heart on fire
You set my dreams free
I loved our little chatter
I loved your every little thing
But now that I look back
It all just leaves a sting

I never realized when you drifted apart
I still kept holding onto the string
You crushed my little heart
And all I could do was sing

Sang the songs of my pain  
Sang the songs of my screams
I never knew it was all in vain
It was all just a broken dream
 42° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 42° 
Elisabeth Meyer
Your presence,
sending rays of warmth
like the sun from above
but yet so close

Your touch,
coating me in eagerness
leaving no inch of me unloved
but yet not close enough  

Your kisses,
greedily demanding
The rest of me to fall
out of this world
 41° 
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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