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 1071° 
Sahil
My wings were clipped the day I was born
I was put under the pressure of a billion eyes
My dreams ripped my skies torn
My life was built on a faithful lie

The shadows of my imagination
feared the glare of their expectations
My broken bones, My shattered heart
Sang the stories of me being torn apart
 420° 
Clarencine Perrine
Dear Mother no sadness is left
I healed from your absence
In my hardship the second thought
Of if you were here things might have been different prevails,
But I healed,
Acceptance of your departure
Delivered me from the wrath
Of fate,
I lived your death anniversary
Like a normal day
I fixed the sea and now count the days
Surely the years,
To rejoin you,
On the other side!
 280° 
Sona Lachina
Such a mundane thing
To walk through a door
Yet you are there
On the other side, smiling,
And we are already making
Memories and pressing them
      into our pages --

We laugh at saying the same
Word at once: zinfandel
And I feel a beginning
Coming toward me --

In our first goodbye kiss
That night was a telling, sublime,
Beyond our lips and our stories
That cocooned us in that moment
      and spun love's possibility
Under approving December skies --
 250° 
M e l l o
Run
I miss
running,
away
from
all
my
anxieties.
I miss running. Sept. 21
 240° 
No one
I don't exist.

I shouldn't have done that.

Things didn't go to plan.

And I keep thinking of you.
Falling, Fallen, Dead.
 230° 
marrion
Bakit nasasaktan ako
kapag nakikita kang umiiyak?
Bakit may ngiti sa mga labi ko
kapag nakikitang puno ka ng galak?
Hindi naman kita pag-aari
katayuan ko sa'yo ay di tiyak
Pero bakit buyung-buyo ako sa'yo?
Oh, binibining mahalimuyak
meron siguro akong gusto sa'yo pero siguro lang naman. I'm not sure..........
 169° 
Ally
Come lie with me
hold me close . . .
don't explore

Be still
Shut out all sounds
of the world;
close your eyes

. . .Inhale
Exhale. . .

Feel my warmth
my love . . .

Touch my face;
******* lips

Our tongues dance
to the sound of Debussy;
our hands wander . . .

Our souls meet;
you are inside
Don’t leave, yet --
don't stop;
don't move

. . .Inhale
Exhale. . .

We wake
to the sound of Debussy;
you never left . . .
or even moved
 137° 
Artemis
I hate you more than I hate myself.

And that’s saying a lot.
 126° 
ATL
I wanted to learn

so last night my fourth grade teacher
tore my eyelids off

and sat me near a television screen
that showed my mother dying
over and over
and over again.

I left as a cavity
of a boy,

collapsing at the sound of passing cars

as I searched for a payphone where
I could speak to the static about Gabriel.

(where is he?)

When I look at my brother and father

I beg for my eyes to be caressed until they’re scarred

with every daytime matinee
and curtsy on the train platform

that built me into this mosaic
of a “man”.
deeply personal. would appreciate kind words and condolences. my mother is alive but a part of me has died.
 98° 
Sacred Suzaku
Nothing much to do but cry my eyes out
 84° 
Chelsea Rae
If there was anything I ever wanted
It would be to not be consumed by
A lover
More than by the love of the self.
It is a very human tragedy
That we can name more lengths
Of waves of light than our eyes
Can or will comprehend

To know that something exists
And is very likely beautiful
Just outside our grasp, forever
Is the most human thing of all

At least to me.
 83° 
Matthew
Tell Me To Surrender The Moment
Such an Enigmatic Moment
Burnt Ochre Falls From The Heavens
Aurora in the waves

Silence In The Moment
Such Uninhibited Silence
Beautiful Quiet
Violins' Could Reverberate The Air

Drifting In and Out of The Moment
Sempiternal Golden
The Essence of the Broken
Nothing Feels Beyond Repair

Don't Let Go of This Moment
This Eloquent Component
Capture Life in All It's Beauty
To Feel Like You're Alive
the scent of incense
hangs heavy in the air
the constant murmer of voices
comes crashing like waves
but your eyes meet mine
and the faces disappear
the voices die,
all that remains
is an unspoken invitation
from my lips
willing yours to kiss mine
and yours happily
meet their request
leaving our love tasting
like oranges
tenderly plucked
from moonlight lips.
 63° 
memoona kazmi
Eyes that see
Not the eyes
That judge
 58° 
kyss
I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you
 57° 
Faith
Lips that have never been kissed
Hair that's never been brushed back
Cheeks that have never been caressed
Hands that have never been held

Yes, I know I dont need a boy
But it gets kind of lonely
These days I spend my time in wistful dreams
 55° 
Dylan McFadden
I don't even know your name,
But I think I know something of
The state of your soul,
My Dear Poet Friend...

For, we're all stricken with
The same disease

A poisonous venom
Which courses,
This very moment,
Through all our veins

A disease for which I have found
But One Cure

---

And I must warn you,
My Dear Poet Friend,
Not to look so long
Into your own heart

For, there you will only find
The disease

.
 54° 
Levi Johnson
I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look
away.

Like the pages
of a book
mid-tornado,

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.

Still,

I believe you
beg to be
read.
 51° 
JT
Today
I wore black
Because
Event hough
I am still breathing
I am no longer
Alive

-jt
 51° 
Tanisha Jackland
We are not so fortunate
striving for arrogance
leaving us armor-less

no warning of
our decay
the morals

Are we hollow
and rotten to the bone

Do we have bones
or is our hatred
fortress enough
 44° 
Aramitz J Durant
the world is unjust
unready for you, little one.
just hold on
just one moment — wait,
please.

don’t go yet. wait
for me, my legs are slower
than they used to be.
brittle, you know.
you and i are both

getting older.
wait —
don’t go yet. stay
just one moment.
i’m not ready.
 43° 
Pat Lynett
So full of truth I *****
Dominoes in sequence
For my muse
 42° 
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° 
Amanda
Autumn is a subtle theif
Moseying in then out so breif
A swift taker of all things emerald and bright
No burgular alarm will keep safe the light
Daring to steal the warmth off your face
A cold Winter the only item left in Summer's place
This is my first poem for the 30 Day Poetry Challenge
An acrostic using the letters in your first name. Can be about anything EXCEPT you or your name.
 40° 
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.
 39° 
Neville Johnson
Her face is like a poem
Her heart a willow tree
Bending softly in the moon-glow
Beating always for me
She’s the bell in my distance
The hearth at home
With me everywhere
Even when I’m alone
In the desert she is water
She’s the forest and the trees
Everything she is to me
Everything
 39° 
The Vault
Stress riddled into my veins
A drug leaving my head in the clouds
No one cares about your stress
Just study for the tests.
3 in one day
What a gift
Stress in my veins
But it takes a lot to **** me.
 38° 
Kevin
she wants me for her wants
but needs me for nothing.

a women empowered
will only need her own.

so want her for those wants
and need her for nothing.

or you will find yourself
needing more than she can give.
 38° 
Paraluman
I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.
 37° 
JT
What if
You have been fighting
A losing battle
All along
What if
The silence
Within you
Is only
The calm
Before the strom
And
It is going to be a fight
You just cannot
Win

-jt
my biggest fear.
 37° 
Phoebe
Paper faces and silicone smiles-
Where’d you get that mask, little girl?
Looks an awful lot like

me.
 36° 
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.
 33° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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.
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 33° 
LK
It was 4 am,
The world was asleep,
The stars were awake,
And just like every other night,
I thought of you,
Are you on the other side thinking of me too?
 31° 
Jacob Lyons
Skipping beats like rain in July
It was unexpected, but here it is
Still my arms are burning inside
As the heat punches and kicks
Why did I put a heavy coat on?
Just to prove that I was strong?
Strength should be knowing best
And getting this out of my head
So I'll cut off my hair and then
Put sunglasses on instead
Watching the waves of fire
From a distance I can desire
The day has ended once again
But we both know it's not the end

Are we even meant to be?
We can't be our enemies
But I'd really hate to see
You with someone that isn't me
Quit saying you're sorry
We both know what you mean
That the grass could be green
But right now it's all dying
You always get my attention
And my heart, not to mention
I smile when I see your name
I smile when I see your face
The day has ended one more time
But we both know we have the night
 31° 
MicMag
C8H10N4O2  so  softly  calling
Feel  my  energy  level  falling
I­t  faintly  whispers  my name (psss)
But now I'm just stuck stalling     (uh)
I  try but just can't break  free        (so)
"How about some herbal tea?"     (no)
Your  suggestion  is  appalling  (ugh)
But  coffee?  I'm  al­ways  keen
Need that daily hit of caffeine
Reworked previous poem into the shape of my beloved coffee mug
 31° 
Buried Words
I want to look as empty as I feel
 30° 
e reed
a fool
i am
  to convince myself
  that the words that flowed
  like the sound of a perfect melody
  from your lips,
  were the words
  of an honest man.
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