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 830° 
Cameron Vigliotta
You took our things
And boxed them up
Put them away
Into the dark
At least when they're hidden
You'll have a chance to forget about us
 430° 
Dr Baljit Singh
I could not improve my wisdom fast
But Englishman says I am waiting

They are not recovering
But the doctor never puts them off
It is for them they are working.

Look around
Try understanding living hearts
Some walk in faith
Some are running to embarrass me

Everyone has a limitation
So keep working

Dr Baljit Singh
Wednesday, 24th April 2019
 428° 
Madhumita
He saw her when he opened the door,
motionless, spread-eagled on the floor.
For a second, he lost his head
and thought she lay there dead
only to chuckle when he heard a snore.
NaPoWriMo Day 25
Poetry form: Limerick
 397° 
Gina
It’s been five years today
I will never be okay
I can smile and I can laugh
Inside I’m broken and that’s that.
 316° 
Yasmin
overwriting hard drive data
as I do with my bad memories
and data that is overwritten
cannot be retrieved
 256° 
Nadia
Do the bathmat shuffle
To the closet in the hall
It's never very graceful
But try not to fall

No towels on the shelf
Must be in the dryer
Do the bathmat shuffle
But now you’ll do it slyer

Shuffle down the hall
And hope no one's about
Or shimmy like you don’t care
Shake, dance, belt out

Do the bathmat shuffle
You’re nearly almost there
Made it to the dryer
But the towels are elsewhere

Do the bathmat stumble
Your quads are feeling tight
Eureka in the living room
The end is now in sight

Do the towel toga boogie
Time to celebrate
You could put the towels away
But maybe you’ll just wait
 250° 
Onoma
sometimes Aum

stops

you dead in your

tracks...and locality

liquefies.

a point fully degreed...

torrent of torrent

light switch.
 235° 
Puds
You'll See Comets As They Fade
Into Smiles On Familiar Faces
You'll See Things In A Different Light
And Visit Various Places
In The Avenues Of Memories
In The Aura Of Your Home
When You Walk Into Your Mind
When You Roll Away The Stone
Off to Gibraltar for two weeks tomorrow will catch up on your rights then.
 220° 
Nevermind
I think of you when I see the sun
Shining so kindly upon everyone
Slowly dying, radiating love
You always keep trying
You never give up
All I want is to be like you
I still find beauty watching the moon
The sun that warms us is also a star
There are so many, so far apart
But you are the greatest
I need you the most
Stars are pretty ‘till they blow up in smoke
And then they’re gone but you remain
The greatest gift, you never change
 195° 
Donna
If this poem trends
I just want to say to all
Hi nice to meet you

:-)))

<3
Oops my humour gets the better of me :-)))))) xxxxxxxxxxx
Have a lovely Sunday xxxxx
 146° 
s Willow
A singular flower grows out
the face of a rock.

That little sprout,
It was holding the power that was bout to be unlocked.

Time was the key
To split the rock
Because that little flower grew a tree.
The singular flower
Cleared a path by unleashing it’s power.
 138° 
Amyrah
My mess,
somehow became ours.
I m glad you were along.
 102° 
Jaxey
the last thing I tasted
was chocolate chip cookies
as you pulled away
giggling
and leaving my lips
tingling
I miss her already
 102° 
aaliyah
She wants to fly
Fly high in the sky
But yet 6 feet deep in the ground
But she also has so much to live for
She puts in the effort
She puts on a brave face, always
When she cries she always gets back up
She always wipes her tears
Whenever you need her she’s always there
She is always the girl you need whenever you are stuck
She isn't always happy
She doesn't have an always person
She is always alone
Always in the darkness
Always hurt
Always crying
She just wants to always be happy
Her always is always temporary.
 86° 
CursedIndigo
My lips melt together.
While the pen melts with my hand.
 81° 
Mary Gay Kearns
Few people can be beleived
The lips are packed with lies
Words fall as if manœuvred
To benefit selfishness’s world.

I carry the dust of deceitful
tongues, swollen, diseased
Where is cleanliness left?
‘The dog’s bowl at the door’.

Love Mary ***
Beaten down
Oh so heavy
I sometimes wonder
Why my soul left me
 77° 
The Lone Rager
Way back in the early seventies, William Colby
former CIA Director said, "The CIA owns everyone
of significance in the major media." During his first
1981 staff meeting, another CIA Director, William Casey
observed: "We'll know our disinformation program
is complete when everything the American public
knows is false." Rather a bit cheeky
wouldn't you say?
What do you suppose
has been going on, since?
 77° 
Authentic Rose
Open your heart,
Someone needs you—
Calling for your love.
© Authentic Rose
© 2019
 69° 
Anthony
Spilling my truth as if it were my own blood
It drains me as I search myself
For what sleeps inside
Sums it up.
Later
when her eyes turned cobalt blue
I understood who
she was to become,

my morning and my
evening sun.
 65° 
Casey
First I was Mormon. Then I was not.
Second I was agnostic. Then I was not.
Third I was confused. And then I am.
And so are all of the beautiful you

As I prepare for Easter
and resurrection
I remember that before I can see
her risen eyes
I first must allow for death

-Evangeline
Poem written on Good Friday 2019. Evangeline just learned of the death of her uncle only a week after the death of her cousin (the uncle's prodigal son). The poem was inspired by the first photo you see when you google Kali. Evangeline is a feminist. As is Casey.
 64° 
Lyn-Purcell


Your soul is the moon after dawn
A vapour who sings of love as well as pain
A delicate blossom that twirls with zephyrs
Fragrant and enriched by the snow's kiss
The geese have fled from iced lakes
long preserved with whispers of old
In the shade of bamboo, my flute is heard,
carried to you by the frost-kissed air
Your soul, a vapour, the moon after dawn
Hear my hymn of peace,
till winters turn to fawn


My head's still in the clouds! ^-^
I'm trying SO HARD not to freak out about my media course interview...
Lyn ***
 63° 
L
ive always said that

pain is art"
"art is pain.

well then i guess
that this means
that im in pain
 59° 
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
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.
©Hg
 56° 
Verdant Quo
Who forgot to put the moon to bed?
For it is day
and still he looks at me.
 53° 
Sophia Alvarez
i wish you knew,
how fast the time flew,
the fate molds anew,
it hurts that my feelings grew.

i wish you knew,
that i already fell for you,
for i have known that you don't need to take the fault for this,
my heart jumped into a never ending abyss.

i wish you knew,
that i love you,
as if i can do everything just to be with you,
watching the stars and writing this beautiful fantasy.

it's just that i can't say this to you directly,
not because of rejection,
but losing you as my friend i will regret deeply.

it's too late too,
you'll be away and nothing can i do,
but i'll be missing you
and last word is you are for me, i'll be waiting for you.
but for now, i love you.....
~
~
~ as one of my greatest friends and being a part of my life
 52° 
irises
someday it will
come again.
someday someone
will come in.

a star
with the deepest depths in the eyes
with the gentlest of breaths
and endless soul in the smile

one day
i'll forgive this pain
not forget -
forgive.
we are all destined to love again, i am sure
 52° 
Afiqah
and just like
the morning moon,
I’d weatheringly
still choose
to
stay

-a.
 51° 
Alexys Marie
kisses like the softest
  
    n    
         o    t  
                    e    
                       s

off grand piano
  
     k
          e    y
                    s

play my foolish heart
like your piano

     p  l   e   a
                       s  
                          e
 51° 
Tharuki
I'm stuck between the
past and the future.
memories and dreams
life and death.
 51° 
Poetic T
Ground me to dust,
       But every grain

Will hold more worth



                  Than you..
 50° 
Lauren
By. Lauren

Relapse.
Another.
Another.
And yet another.
The place I'm at.
The place where my world spins.
The place where I can't look at food.
The place where I've lost 20 pounds.
The place where my blood is drawn.
The place where the world can see I am sick.
I am living in relapse
After relapse.
It just seems like an endless pit of sick.
I have been too sick to write.
 49° 
esther fraser
i fell for you and you only watched.
 48° 
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.
 47° 
Lyra
it's been a while,
stringing words to unravel the mind.

picking up the pen again,
the familiar feeling of secrets shared,

i missed you, old friend.
 47° 
Star BG
The soul plays game as navigator
and when game concludes
and our computer mind ceases
the screen turns black
but for a moment before it reboots
and moves into a new lifetime.
Inspired by Lexilcon Condranax a fine poet. Thank you
 47° 
Laura Duran
I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn't be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I'm only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It's a wonder it's still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It'll bare this scar forever

But I'll be strong, I'll be alright
Though I'm not as hard as steel
And I can't turn back the clock
In time....my heart will heal
 46° 
Pope Noir
I saw a unicorn in Nirvana, dripped in all colors of the rainbow. It had me seeing different shapes and colors like I'm in a kaleidoscope dream. It gave me hope. I promised to give my days and the treasures of my mind. The bit of magic that lives within my soul.
About a muse of mine. She once made me feel eternal
 45° 
Thomas Wan
Love is like taxis
They're everywhere when you don't need it
But nowhere to be found when you do
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