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 881° 
Path Humble
your best stuff will never be posted here
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goose, you crack me up,
your bests stuffs can never be posted,
the tender stroke away of a child’s tear,
the welcoming of a smile delightfully unexpected,
a first grade art project so successful
it is mounted forever on a
front door Hall of Fame

a good cry all your own,
in private sobbing,
mouth mourning the absence of
a kiss on the back of your neck
shivers with surprising waves of pleasure,
that announces you are more than noticed

if you can post these stuffs,
call me asap,
because that’s the sight
I wanna see & be,
when only the best stuff you got given,
given got,
becomes real



10:03am

4/11/19
 263° 
Aquilla
Talk to me till the sun comes up
Spill your soul into mine
I’ll sleep when I’m dead

~aquilla~
 250° 
grumpy thumb
Black daisy chains
lighter than a shadow
loop my lover's neck
like promised kisses for tomorrow
and if kisses were years
I hope mine never weighs you down
 176° 
Denny Crow
As you stood there

With your heart in one hand

And nothing in the other


I knew I would take them both.
 168° 
Shruti Atri
It hasn't been the same...

The nights are darker
Stained with nightmares
My days blur together
In motionless decay

The day has dawned
My light has has blown out
Everything good is gone
All green was gold, now black

All my joy is with you
It truly hasn't been the same anymore...
 143° 
eva-mae
the suffering i have danced through.
the tears i have bathed in.
I rejoice my survival
 107° 
Anastasia
a world like this
was never meant to hold you
you're too beautiful
 87° 
Chelsea Rae
Strange, isn't it?

The way we mourn those
Still living...
I miss you.
 85° 
P-Røšę Pøę
maybe-

     if you write

your feelings down

      and threw them away,

they would...

       go away too ?

    don't allow-

       lingering,
       longing,

consume you anymore.

         because

    time-

          is not

refundable but,

           hearts apparently are

     when you return

            your heart,

time ignores the loss

       time will always win

and...

          never look back

    you shouldn't either
 81° 
Bumble
Death is alive
In my head
He’s one of my tenants
Taking up the most space
i could lie and say i like it like that
Death's curse rampant,
Death's blessings omnipotent,
Harvesting souls every tock
Still, empty tombs we see

Gravestones raised high
Bear no names,
A century of deathless deaths
Desecrate the graveyard

Grave faces tell grave stories,
An era wherein names were remembered,
When gravestones were revered.
Give ear to my opinion,

We are born to die,
So why fear the inevitable?
Living in cowardice,
We die meaningless deaths.
 77° 
Lucy Marie Maund
Tears love
Said the ocean of stars in front of her eyes
She cannot see her own reflection, whispered the storm
To see yourself you only need look
A hummingbird said near to her heart

Feel the river in your heart
Let not what you are fall apart like driftwood
You can only be you so accept it

From the darkness is born light
Fear it not for it is part of you
There is no evil only false destinations

Dissolve the clay of the system so it cannot bind you
Rules are chains
Immoral rules are banishment from heaven

Break the chains of immoral behaviour to enter paradise
You’re alive are you not, then you must matter, make it sow
Without the courage to change there is no future for us

The earth will carry on regardless
She may be your mother but she is no fool
To exist is the greatest gift direct from god

Lucy Marie Maund #lmmaund
 75° 
rose hopkins
No more
curling into
my embrace
purring your
contentment.
No more
scratching
gently at the door
catching
my attention.
No more
racing madly
through the grass
chasing shadows
and sunbeams.
Oh Minnie
I miss your presence
but still
I sense your essence.
my beautiful cat Minnie was involved in a hit and run two days ago. She didn't survive.
 74° 
Sam Maye
no.
no more food for me.
I would rather starve and feel bad about what i did to him
rather than live without him and not punish myself.
 67° 
Adrasteia
She was greedy
With the flowers
Plucking the most beautiful ones
Taking them for herself
But quickly they rotted
Like the flowers in her soul
 66° 
Mark Wanless
"The Meaning"



I will not know the meaning
Of the word love
Until I love
I will not know the meaning
Of the word service
Until I serve
I will not know the meaning
Of the word death
Until I die

There are many, many words
I hope I never know
oldie but a goodie
 58° 
Lee Aaun
Take time to make
your soul
happy in love.
 55° 
Meruem
You need to get lost,
Before you get found.
August 26, 2019 - 04:18
 51° 
Palmer
With pencil in hand
Take these lines
And draw me
Every edge
Every curve
Every angle

Bring me to life
With each stroke of your pencil
So that I feel every
compression
Every feather light touch
On the paper
As you draw

Shade me so that my shadows come to life
Bring me forth
from the darkness
So that I may see the glorious light

Create me
In the way
And the shape you see
For it is through your eyes
That it is when I truly
Come alive...
 50° 
WL Schuett
She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.
 48° 
melissa rose
I let you go.
Not because I do not love you
in that I do.
8/25/19
 48° 
Nicole
someone out there
is praying
for the moon
for you
 47° 
Hannah
I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.
 47° 
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.
 45° 
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.
Too things
Let  me kiss  away  the blues.
Talk you through your fears.
Build up inspiring  dreams
Let your day begin
Again.
 44° 
Danielle
You're my favorite kind of thief,
stealing my heart,
but letting me be.
My dreams are no longer my own
Because your always in them.
The more i try to forget about you the
More my heart calls for you.
Carried out on a wave emotions that leave me breathless.
You make me feel things there's no
Words for.
#dreams #longer #emotions
 39° 
Pooja Jajoo
This pen & paper knows a lot about her
It's her life,
Her journey & little more of imagination.

It relates her
Rather completes her.

Because Somewhere
She is Forlorn,
sad with day's drama.

Her journey gets a shape,
Word, sentence through it.

She finds peace in them.

Atleast, they don't ditch her.
They always exist when she needs them.

This pen and paper knows a lot about her,
It's her innervoice, which the world doesn't know.
 38° 
Cydney Something
Hi
I wonder
What
I made you
feel.
 37° 
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.
 37° 
the lost kid
when they stand behind you
protect them

when they stand beside you
respect them

but when they stand against you
destroy them
why is it that most will stand against something that is better than them
 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
.
©Hg
 35° 
Tyler Matthew
When
she drove away
(her freedom, at last)
I let out a sigh.

Her
angry displays -
(it all happened so fast) -
my heart was defied.

I sat on the edge of our bed
and I hummed a soft tune.
I woke myself up on the floor
where our pictures were strewn.

She
must be alright
(she hasn't called yet).
I'm living alone.

And me?
I'm doing fine
(but it's hard to forget
that this bird has flown).
Written to the melody of "The Fourth Time Around" by Bob Dylan. I highly recommend listening to that song - so beautiful.
I want to write my own story
But sadly I only hold the pen of a poet
Not the pen of destiny
 34° 
fearfulpoet
I’m tired of my hands


<>
and my hands are tired of me,
the never ending pick up, put down choring,
without a end date lease or a by your leave,
if I never see a ***** dish or a poem unfinished,
my hands will be permanently attached
in one of them praying emojis

tired of my big mouth so wide,
saying **** notions like love you,
and love no more, so just shut it,
nobody’s somebody don’t care,
stick to whether the weather gonna change,
and if you’ll be sleeping in
the bed or the couch

tired of brain worrying,
brain farts polluting the atmosphere,
things I won’t do nothing about,
words gone to hell, climate change arguing,
poem titles that are body-less horsemen,
no useful good to no-body without
hands and feet and words in between

tired of my hands smacking my head,
and the headache that’s sure to follow,
tired of talking bout if it might rain someday,
man,
I am tired
in places I ain’t got no earthly reason,
and no words to say hey,
I’m tired of my hands
(and most everything)
<>

8-24-19 2:28pm
 33° 
julianna
Mixed with shame,
A tint of red that calls my name.
Tiptoe around the subject,
Or else you’ll see me burst.
Holding all these things inside
Makes me feel worse.
 32° 
Leo Janowick
If a writer
Falls in love with you
       you can never
                die................
 29° 
Kush
"Are you okay?"

                           I'm always hurt,
                          Always in pain,
                          Every inch of my being
                          writhing.
                          An­d if you could fathom the
                         chaos in my head,
                         So monsterous that I pray you
                        never come to understand it.

                        Every moment of every day my
                        soul cries,
                       And if you looked into my eyes
                       you'd see it all...
                       Everything I hide behind a smile.

"Yeah, I'm fine."
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