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When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
It’s done,
I’m done.
My friend stopped talking to me
My pride is gone
I am done.
Everything I took pride on.
I confided in.
Has murdered me.
It’s done
I’m done
We write
So when we leave
We are remembered
Brother Jimmy
You stay in

You stay in my mind

I’m lonely

I’m lonely for you

The image

That rises to sight

You’re preening

And ready for flight

You’re locked-in

You’re locked-up inside

You feel like

You’ll never get right

I know you

I know you by sight

You’re running

To just run and hide

I’ve seen you

Seen into your heart

And it is

A heavenly sight

Lay down now

Lay down all your strife

Stop striving

You are purest art
Jamison Bell
My shadow
Featureless, quiet, mysterious
Is a better version of me than I
Like light beaming through the window
and the miniature shadows of dust motes
blowing off the miniature worlds within shelves of books

Like a traveler in the night
floating on the sweet scent of jasmine
and shaded eyes hiding brilliant stars

Like having one pocket full of crystals
and the other, a collection of foreign coins
tucked neatly into the night satin cloak

Like the welcoming chatter rising,
half of it not of this world,
as the voices of flickering candles and shadows.
Like the deep recesses of my mind
and the silken ripples that say:
Yes, this place is my home.
Winter's done,
Spring's sprung,
Birds singing,
Lighter evenings.
Obviously, applicable only to the Northern Hemisphere ;-)
One day she'll be my wife

We'll be surrounded by family and friends

The day will be about us

And no one else

We won't have a worry in the world

I can't wait to call her my wife.
I Love You All, with the Love of the Lord too.
I Love You All, with the very heart of Jesus.
I Love You All, For Everyone of You are Special.
I Love You All, for Each of You are Awesome too.
I Love You All, with a Truly unconditionally Love.
I Love You All. and know this Friend You are Amazing.
I Love You All, and I shall always keep You in Prayer.
I Love You All, For You each really are very Special.
I Love You All, and Jesus Loves You very much as well.
the curves on your back,
your freckles too,
i realise how much i miss you.
You are
1 in 7.5 billion
people on earth

Our earth is
1 in 8
planets in our solar system

Our solar system is
1 in 500 solar systems
in our galaxy

Our galaxy is
1 in 200 billion

Our universe
1 in many possible

We are so small
Jordan LC Murphy
There is beauty in the struggle but only if you make it..
Truly I am humbled by the stars around a spaceship..
Ciel Noir
Good to have might, good to be bright
But being nice is better yet
For to be nice is always right
A thing you never shall regret

And it is wise to share your heart
To tell the truth, to speak your mind
Be humble, be honest, be smart,
Be brave, but most of all
Be kind
It's okay now

I know you were hurt
I know you were so confused
I know you were screaming for help
But it came

It's okay now

You are safe here
You are getting better
You are stronger than all of that
You are resilient

It's okay to be okay

You don't have to stay sad
You have cried plenty of tears
To mourn what you went through
And all it cost you

It's okay to be okay

You are free now
You can put it behind you
You are allowed to move forward
You won

You can be okay now
Sometimes things hurt, but to move forward we have to acknowledge them or else they linger to haunt us.

I honestly feel physically exhausted having been fighting this feeling for so long and now finally having it out in words.
oUt Of sYNc
"We merely coexisted
almost met but always missed it
spinning around like two sides of a coin"
-Sarah and Phil Kaye
" You"
a word that we all know,
but just one specific person,
is shown
I'm not fine
please help me
i cant take
this anymore
i starve myself
please stay
i dont want
you to see
my scars
i just want to die

yes I'm FINE
Freaked out

sometimes i push people away to see who
cares enough to
Big bulging wardrobe
Handbags stuffed on bedroom side
Best room in the house
I love to keep my house clean and organised but my bedroom is so messy and  I love it :-))
faultless picture of a girl
behind a flower as she twirls
strands of hair fall on her cheeks
she sees me staring as time ticks

as the light from the sky gleams
her beauty of inside also beams
how come there is an odd connection
from faultless girl of perfection
a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever mirror is pre-positioned
accidentally angled just so

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m sinning,

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
it’s a beautiful thing
this day and age
with bubbling permafrost
with drug-resistance
with obesity treatments
with technological advancements
with scientific discoveries
with silent wars
with blue lava
with bleeding glaciers
with divorce
with sensitivity
with my generation
of people believing
this new generation
is completely and
utterly clueless as a
common occurrence

but let’s think about
what these kids are
into nowadays.

let’s think about who
invented these inane
things for the kids.

my generation of people.

so the kids of today are
the ones who are ******
for liking the things
that we’ve created?

I’m sorry but we have to
be the ones who are obtuse
for believing such things,
oblivious for not
realizing them and
showing the world
we have
little or no imagination

the generation before us
has lied to us and
thought us to lie
to the generation

whether it’s the gods
or holidays
or what not.

the youth of the today
are autonomous.
they can not take
responsibility for
their actions nor do
they understand and
just go along
with the trends,
much like,
all the generations
before them
but we need a scapegoat
to cover up our own
farce implementations.

the truth of the matter is..
we’re all a little vacuous
in our own way
especially the ones with
an answer for everything.
living in an imperfect world
where there’s always room
for improvement
nothing for us
or against us
wrapped up in our
and illogical theories
and as useless as
exploding appendix.

the lost generation
the interbellum generation
the silent generation
the baby boomers
generation x
the millennials

a strong admixture
of imbecility and
filled with belief
and unawareness
to a senseless world

like hate
like blame
like gossip
like jealousy
like being offended
like being impressive
like the punk rock dream
like hospital waiting rooms
like fundraisers and charity events
like your co-worker to the right and
the left of you
and their families
and their families before

our greatest creation
our strongest aide

to deconstruct
Star BG
I keep writing cause I continuously see visions
that my heart wants to scribe.
Cause my mind finds seeds
that blossom into poems when picked.

I keep writing cause as long as moon shines
there is a topic to write.
Cause a readers eyes begs for something to do
and I am willing to oblige.

I keep writing cause my writer guides
whisper endlessly urging me on.
Cause every blood cell
is filled with letters, and I bleed words.
Inspired by Joel Frye question Why do poets write? Thanks
Jennifer West
Cut me open
Rip out my heart
To you that's all love is
A sick form of art

Dancing on tears
Laughing at cruelty
All I can offer your sick mind
Is such pity.

Needlessly toying
With girl after girl
Good for you
For getting a thrill.

Congratulations on your game
I saw right goodness in those eyes
But I was just another one
You managed to play

I'm very good with numbers; Always been inside my brain
They freely shift and move about; Allowed to dance and play
However, one equation baffles and confuses me
That one plus one will equal two; This is not what I see

It's people who must be confused; Wrong value they give "one"
Because the single integer alone can't have much fun
It's only with another "one" first one will come to life
With purpose, reason, starts to smile; Now feeling satisfied

The presence of the second one gives first one happiness
When one is standing all alone life has not much to give
Can not survive a vacuum; It is dark and empty space
No digit there to interact; One's value just a waste

Some people disagree with me; Say one is fine alone
And doesn't need another one for value to be shown
I don't completely disagree but my experience
That I feel most fulfilled with life when I receive and give

The elegance of the exchange; Where miracles exist
Life's greatest gift is that of love but with it there's one twist
How it takes two to tango; Love is not a solo dance
To give another all your heart is taking a big chance

But can't compare reward to risk; The blissful ecstasy
Cause "one" is more like just a half but with love it's complete
Written: October 24, 2018

All rights reserved.
[Iambic Heptameter format]
Masha Yurkevich
It's only
four letters
put together to make
a word.
Living this is like a living in
a different world.

No sorrow
no pain;
no worry,
no blame.

It's only four letters,
spelling out

L     O     V     E

yet its outcome
is strong and more than enough.
And you can make it happen and pass in on to others.
I wish I could tear myself apart just to get rid of the scars they left me.
Everything disolves and my grandma is not doing well..
You’re almost there
You’re almost pretty enough
Almost funny enough
Almost lovable enough
Not quite
Keep working
Keep selling your soul
Keep running till you can’t stand
And maybe
Just maybe
You’ll get there

Note really a poem but just some thoughts
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.
I've lost myself completely
Uh oh
Char Blackmon
I feel you
With every heartbeat
You feel me
Even when you breathe
In your sleep
You and I
You are where I want to be
Come back to me
So we both can sleep
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
Brain, brain go away
Don't want to listen one more day
Already lonely and afraid
Feel insecure and full of shame

Brain, brain don't act this way
You're always angry; Filled with hate
You know we're joined; Can't separate
You're punching yourself in the face

Brain, brain what can I say
To make it so you see things straight
Don't know how much more I can take
Of constant warring and debate

Brain, brain it's getting late
This journey's not some endless race
Life's flying by and at this pace
Forget a win; Not gonna place

Brain, brain let's medicate
I'll feed you drugs and we'll sedate
The only way to mitigate
Discrepancies we generate

Brain, brain we sadly waste
This outcome feels like it was fate
But never was there a sealed date
Fulfilling what we self-create

Brain, brain so much we faced
Success so close could almost taste
Instead our tail we always chased
We'll die alone sad and disgraced
Written: March 6, 2019

All rights reserved.
[Iambic Tetrameter format]
Temporal Fugue
I know I won't get to all
but ******, I'm gonna try
thumb up to every comment
up until the day I die

I can't react to every line and word
but ****** I can try
thumbs up to ever poet/poetess
maybe no one has, to cry

I'm just a singularity
but ****** all too ****
we, as a community
stand up, and hear the yell

I'm not you, and you're not me
but when you see thumbs down
chime in with words and thumbs
chase the trolls, outta HP town
Thumbs down has no other purpose that to provide trolls with a mechanism to pester and put forth their hate. REMOVE it! You can't control how many accounts people have here (it's not realistic to assume you can) so remove their reason for creating them!
Nothing really left to say :(

Thank you my friends for the daily, I feel undeserving, but extremely, appreciative! :) (bow)
I wasn't born
With this hole in my heart
But it developed gradually
When pain drilled my chest to cling it's art.
Oh! I was smiling radiating the usual rainbow colours!
But just then, I was grayed and torn
Just like  withered flowers!
The pain! Yes the pain
Is unbearable
My tears all are in vain
They are just emotional fool , being unstoppable!
I am fed up of emotional breakdown
My soul became mournful, being lost in the ghost town!
I know, sorrows are part of life
But how can I frequently bear the pain that cut deeper than the knife!
I try my best to just forget and move on
But what shall I do when I am trapped in the useless emotion?
Just in a process of getting relieve from the feeling of being hurt! It's really difficult...
Sorry,my poem sounded somewhat boring but I really meant what I said .
b e mccomb
i dread the day you learn
for the first time that
you can't just love all
the darkness in me away

and no matter how much
you care i will still toss
and turn at night and scars
might still appear on my skin

i dread the day you realize
that you can't cure me
and sometimes all you can do
is stand next to me and
hold my hand through fog
pouring out of my ears so black
and thick we can't even see
each other's faces

i dread the days i can't
get out of bed
the days you want to
take me out and all
i can manage is a prettified
shell of myself

i dread the day you learn
that sometimes no matter
how hard i try i still can't
pull myself together

the day you learn that
there isn't an answer
you can give that will
save me from my fears

you aren't the first person
who has tried to love the
darkness inside away
my family and friends
have given it their all
but someday you too will learn
that if love could
cure mental illness
the world would be
a much better place
copyright 8/6/18 b. e. mccomb
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Does it bronze beneath the sun?
Or sizzle and blush
Like your cheeks
When you’re in love?
Is it soft to the touch
Like when your palms graze
The smooth surface of water?
Or rough around the edges
Like your favorite book
And its lovingly worn corners?
Does it melt in the heat
Like sweet syrupy treats
Dripping through your fingers?
Or does it welcome the winter
With wide open arms
As if greeting a lover?
Paint me a picture
Of your skin
Got to your room
Close the door
Lay on your bed
Listen to music
Close your eyes

Hand on your heart
Hear her bumping to the music
Let the day just sink into your bed
Listen to the music, ignore the tears
Thinks only good things
No drugs.
No c

What happen has happened.
Just breathe to your Beating heart.
Don’t move
Keep your hands on top of your heart, because that littlest heart is called purpose. It what keep you alive
Not a good day
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
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