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right time
right place
right person
right moment
right feeling
right moves
right touch
right hug
right kiss
is this right
am i right
to feel this way
coz you said hey
you made my day

It's taken loving you to feel the deepest of my scars.
It's taken loving you to know what I want.
It's taken loving you to know I no longer want anything at all.
Letting go isn't the hardest part, still loving you is.
I am the lonely boy who loves a lonely girl
When I’m blue, she’s the one I run to
You’d think we go together like two + two
But in fact, we make five and here’s why
We’re both equally traumatised
With a battlefield going strong in our minds
It tires her out all the time
Whereas I use drugs as a coping vice
We’re both fairly afraid to get close
Because past lovers still have a hold
Not in the sense we keep a torch lit
Just scarred and bruised from the flames within
We’re both so anxious about timing
She’s thinks she’s too much, I think I’m not enough
These are the cards we’re dealt with
But having her by my side is a blessing
Originally this was called “Lonely Girl” part two to my second poem “Lonely Boy” but renamed it after the Jack Nicholson film
watch me scatter the solemn ashes of my youth on these trails
A mind so mindless; so enriched with allure pink skies and withering dreams.
One so naive so bluntly ignorant to the cruelty that buries itself under the trails of a rooted fate.
watch me wander watch me waste time
1 September 2019

everyone lies
we all wear a disguise
no human can possibly fly

is a fiction
our fixation with youth
is an addiction

the truth descends from our perception
what are we left with?
another form of self-deception?

i don't know what
this or anything means
are we individuals?
or are we collective operating teams?
Too much time wasted
On you
On us
Too much time wasted thinking I
Poetic justice
As my heart grows ever more cold,,

I'm becoming a person,
That was never foretold

Your actions becoming increasingly bold,

Your hand is getting harder to hold

And now i am aware of the lies that you sold,

Our love is beginning to unfold.
Sonya Ki Tomlinson
I kiss the hand that heals
the illustrious hand
that creates fragrant vibhuti
fashions life, beauty,
and all that
an Abishekam of kisses
shower Golden Age Avatar
Dear Swami
may I never stop kissing
Your Lotus Feet
sometimes I think,
and sometimes I wonder...
could we have been in love?
could we have really loved each other?
sometimes I think,
and sometimes I dream,
of what we could have had...
of what we could have been...
and now you're gone,
and now it's too late,
and now I'm left here
to wonder, to cry, to wait...
and now you've moved on,
you don't remember me at all...
you've burned all the bridges,
you let me crumble and fall...
sometimes I think,
and sometimes I wonder...
could you have saved me?
could you have fixed me?
could you have even loved me at all?
Awesome Annie
I kneel before the temple of Regret, prayers slip through lips of red. Collected stars in a jar, sealed with tears I have not shed.

Like lighting bugs but brighter, it shines with a blinding burst. I sipped from the waters of Lethe once, now I can never queue my thirst.

I didn't  mean to hurt him, I'll do anything to make it right. Out of pure desperation, I silently robbed the night.

I went through hell to get here, pulling constellations from the sky. I almost lost it all to Ruin, but still I refuse to cry.

This is all that's left of me, just a shell with a pretty face. So I give this jar as an offering, of the things I can't erase.
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity but the computer is not correct
455 likes and loves
Alvin Agnani
"Not so fast", said the girl to me.

It was the first time someone had pointed out my most unusually long hair.


The wind picked up and the old man's hat flew out into the fields.

I chuckled to myself.


It's not I wasn't happy, just strangely compelled to ignore them.

They at least let me into their fold.

I was no longer a lost sheep.

                   ­   m

Not so fast, said the God to me with a smile on His lips.

My being hadn't been properly prepared for this turn of events.

Sdorw htiw

He actually spoke now. It wasn't just some message written in the sand.

"Are you going to finish that bagle?"

I most definitely was not.


Sorry. I felt like sharing something really different. This is "most definitely" up to interpretation. Have a good one.
Mark Wanless
dog  dog breath  dog ****
smells like security now
in days of our need
Words' Worth
Since, you've been gone
I can do what I want
There's so much this heart longs

Its been ten hours, since I last called
I don't know if you're still alive
In my head

Nothing dies, it's no surprise
After all the drinks and friends
You're still in my head
His face
The sight brings a smile to yours
His eyes
You can stare into them forever
His lips
You wish you can kiss them
His hands
You wish you can intertwine them with yours
His mind
It intrigues you
His soul
You can love it for eternity
His heart
It doesn't belong to you
Undress my heart
Let her feel the cold chill
Of November midnight winds
The howl of the coyote
Is music to her rhythm
do you lay on the floor
wishing for everything you had before?
When you get drunk
do you sit in your bed
thinking about things you wish you had said?
When you get drunk
do you take a nice knife
put it to skin and watch yourself slice?
When you get drunk
Do you stare at the ceiling
wondering if there’s some better feeling?
When you get drunk
do you lay on the ground
asking yourself why he stuck around?
When you get drunk
do you look in the mirror
promise that girl she'll see things much clearer?
If I die tonight
Please don’t pray for me
Hell is full
And Heaven’s gates don’t open free

If I die tonight
Look up to the stars
Peel back the façade
Past the hate in our hearts

If I die tonight
Find peace in my courage
Never backed down
Went out in a flourish
on some summer days there’s a zephyr effervescent

a sweet summer wind that carries honey in its heart

with the sun’s loving gaze making all incandescent

78 degree days are a study in art
can you like, tell I like love summer lol
You built a cemetery for me in your head
Just in case you found a way
To bring back the dead
You were
My sigh of relief
And now
You’re gone
And I’m sitting here
Gasping for air
Carlo C Gomez
Earth is in orbit.

I can see it in the window.

From the window of this

A crew of
Four souls

In gravitational symphony.

A crew of
Four colors

Ad rem and

The vastness of space
Brought us together.

What's the transmission?

"Why can't the world below
Live like this?"
Life is a circus,
And the bigtop is nowhere
To be found.
Life’s kinda funny if you think about it
Deb Jones
This is my heartache
To bear witness, to listen
As one of my adult sons
Cries from a heartbreak
Only to me will they cry
As I make soothing noises
Lady Misfortune
I say:
Do you want me to pretend you do not exist?

She says:
Do as you wish.

I perceive:
All I was once you moved onto the next,
A waste of breath.

What a mutual perception process,

You keep on running and now I have nothing but my beliefs.

And what do you have?
Your cup is empty

It would be full but...
You poke holes in all the words I speak
The art of assuming the worst

Created 5.21.18
Mariyam Ridha
My heart is broken
Without you.

Soul is void,
With you.

And I reconcile,
Heal and arise,
Within you.
Such strange kinda love
Saudia R
Let my silence teach you

what my words

did not
This year, do not explain yourself (especially repeatedly) to someone who does not listen. Let your silence be your response. Let your happiness be your response. Let your peace be your authenticity.
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
Chris Saitta
Snow is but listening silence,
Sent from our dark past,
Inaudible ghosts made visible
In the butterfly net of cold.
pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads
Sarah Flynn
it is gray outside
of my window,

and it is also
gray in this room.

but outside,
the gray is obvious.

the clouds are
blocking out the sun.

and inside,
the gray is irrelevant
because you shine
so bright that

I am only ever
looking at you.

the world outside
fades away in here.

it is beautiful and
sunny and vibrant.

here, the stress of
the world outside
can't touch me.

I see no sadness
or pain or fear.

I only see you.
I only ever see you.
If someone throws fire at you, “be water”.
Be clear, smooth, calm, gentle...

Fire will only burst into more flames,
but water...

will find its way through.
Made: | November 20, 2020 |
By: Kiana Mae ♡
Poem #11 “Touch of Water”
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
My heart is iron
It feels no emotion.
No amount of sadness or happiness can effect it.

It wasn't always this way
It used to be fabric, flimsy and unstable
Always letting those annoying emotions hurt.
I was nothing more than a baby

But I changed after those words
My heart turned to ice, hard and cold but crackable
And I wouldn't settle for crackable
So then it changed to iron.

My heart is iron
And I am proud
But the iron is only a cover
For a beautiful diamond
A poem slightly about bullying. It is also a true story.
I am dedicating this poem to those who have faced bad things in their life and are still living the best they can without giving up. I am thanking them for still being kind, even without showing emotion.
                                                            ­    has

In the End, It will all fit together.
Sarah Flynn
someone asked,

“how can you be
so happy,

but still write poetry
like depression
is all you know?”

did it ever occur to you
that maybe

I’m only happy because
I took that depression
out on this paper,

instead of taking it
out on myself?

Smoke billowing from the bonfire
Velvet yellow blanket, fields of marigolds
The villages have an old world charm
Vast greens and farmlands
Thatched roof houses
The cattle in the shed, sounds of rustic trucks
The tractor on the farm
Farmers in uniforms, toil and till their land
Fresh and pure the air to breathe
Shades of green, in their eyes gleam

Inspired by the villages and farmlands
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 like *******.
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.
Jayantee Khare

In the caves,
Some moments frozen as graves...

The summer breeze
Lets them unfreeze

Holding the unison
Unfolding the cavern

The ego knelt
When the warmth is felt
Moments melt
The issue is delt

The time snoozes
The peace oozes....

Remained amiss
The warmth is bliss.....

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