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Sarah Spencer
I don't have blood in my veins,
but I have this steady, snapping beat,
I don't have a boy on my brain
but this chorus constantly on repeat.
because life just brings me pain,
and when the world becomes
just one big game,
music is the only thing
that understands me
Shaun Yee
The sky is so blue,
And the clouds are very white,
It won’t rain today.
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
Jon G M
Not understood she dreamed the impossible
Seeked the unknown

She wanted to be loved
Like art she was not perfect
But she touched you deeply
Being herself

Times could be difficult
Could make you scream
But she matured

She could touch you deeply
Parts of your soul that had not been explored

She loved desperately
All she wanted was to be wanted
To be no doubt who she belong to
We don’t see the carrots to be cut,
We see the sharp knife that could cut us.

We don’t see the bridge,
We see the other side of the railings.

We don’t see painkillers,
We see medication we could drown ourselves in.

We don’t see the train,
We see the tracks we could lay on.

We don’t see the nice view,
We see the cliff's edge we could jump off.
In you,
I've found an appreciation for the ones I've hurt
I've found a new reason to scorn the stars
For all their bright, unwavering light
For all their fragile grace they scatter upon us
I've found no way to leave my winter bones behind
To make peace with the new, and growing
I've found no reason to move on
And too many to stop
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
suicide is not an option
You say you're okay!
But the ocean within your eyes,
Articulate a different prose.
My words became
A paragraph,
a sword.
And when I
my first speech,
the room
Shane Leigh
It may just be
that you are simply too bright,
one of the vibrantly bright stars
in the galaxy,
and they slowly disappear,
like orbiting dandelions -  
their seeds
slowly being blown away
on the harsh gusts
of your exhaling flames.
Sometimes we let the negative orbit us, circle, and surround us.
Keep being the star and burn away the old to bring forth the new.
Β© Shane Leigh
Today is a very sleepy day
And I am going to sleep it away
So please do not come in my way
For today is a very sleepy day
Melanie Jackson
i suppose
i love my scars
they have
stayed with me
than most people
False Poets
when you understand my poems perfectly then,

their utility is inutile,
their usefulness is, will. always be, in the

nthΒ Β 

reinterpretation, a million and still counting,
as long as you must guess at its labyrinth inner wired construct,
be pleasured by the roiled and rolled curves upon your tongue,
two lives (yours, mine), a paired wine tasting, we together,
believing in the greatness of joyous frustration

some say, as I do, the world is better for the
utility of thine own struggled understanding,
the truest combination of two way communication,
surpassed only by our at last armed embrace,

when at last we understand our mutuality of need and salve...
Thomas Wan
Love is like taxis
They're everywhere when you don't need it
But nowhere to be found when you do
Luna Wrenn
you’ve stolen so much of my soul,
i’m still trying to remember who i was
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
β€œWe’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
Jayantee Khare

your pride tries to optimize
my persona, to suit your needs,
and if it doesn't, you criticize...
Yet, you're good enough...

your prejudice makes you
suspect even my good deeds,
and you demean me for them too....
Yet, you're good enough...

your control freakiness
makes you restrict me
even if i act right...
Yet, you're good enough...

your self centeredness
wants me to fit in the standards,
you define and ever-changing ...
Yet, you're good enough...

the veil of your hatred
doesn't let you see
my love and concern for you...
Yet, you're good enough...

Sometimes people have personality traits, difficult to deal with, but still they are good enough. Better to be grateful for their positive side
I don’t know how to love you.
He broke me down like
the longest math equation.
But, in the process of solving he found
no solution. Only lost numbers
memories stuck on the chalkboard.

You say you’re too broken too.
But now you’re here.
Confused and softened possibly
Definitely afraid.

And in this moment my mind
flushed with all of the feelings I kept in
my little locked box.
The cherishment I have for you and the
care and want that come along with
you. I wanted you. I want you.
But my brain tells me I don’t.

So my words are broken but my mind
is made up.

I want to be with you but you
don’t want to be with a
fβ€”- up.
I liked this boy for a long time. We dated for a bit but he didint like me so we ended things, we are still vERY close friends. I still like him to this day and I have since our relationship. He’s been really intimate lately and I set some boundaries because β€œhe doesn’t like me.” I also don’t know how to have any sort of contact with anyone because my ex boyfriend was so possessive of me so now any physical contact makes me think that people are being romanticβ€”which is obviously not the case. The guy I like is really touchy that’s why I put those boundaries. And today, he texted me and told me he now wants to go out, he didint ant to the first time because he had just gotten out of a breakup. But the way he said it was very vague. So, I didint want to asume anything, so I said β€œokay?” And he got very upset. Now I’m hoping things work out because I’m lonely and really like him. Let’s jsut hope my awkwardness doesn’t **** me.
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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
Be like the rain
unafraid to fall

Be like the sun
shining light upon all

Be like the wind
helping others take flight

Be the brave new dawn
after the dark stormy night
Be all you can be
See all you can see
D all you can D ;)
Red fire
caught in this disturbing web
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Mark Parker
A tree falls in the forest,
and it doesn't make a sound.

A man yells in the forest,
and local wild life forms a mob.

A man falls in the forest,
and he doesn't make a sound.

A tree yells in the forest,
and we all run like hell.
Because I feel like the tree that falls in the forest.
Emma P
When I say
that you are my Sun,
I don’t mean that you are
Or even the center of my universe.
I simply mean that
I cannot look at you
Without hurting
Morrie W S
keep me in the
pocket of your jacket

love me in the
corner of your heart

dream of me in mantis shrimp
think of me when doth
shatter thine heart.

if i could be
what i would need
myself I lose;
myself I dream
Sameera Krishna
I'm a white rose,
with a black shadow.
I'm the moon,
with a black mark.
I'm the poetry,
with all painful words.
I'm the sky full of scars,
My heart is filled with love,
While my mind is haunting me,
My soul is Galaxy which feels empty in space.
This poem has published in a book, "Bloom"
On Nov.5th,2018 ❀️
I hate that my only experience of love,
Before now,
Was a demonstration of narcissisms bargaining chip.
The soul source of a narcissists food to feed the ego.
Because for a long time,
I was in deep belief that love was fleeting.
Here one second,
Non existent the next.
And devoid of any warmth falsely portrayed in movies, books and the lives of my friends.

I hate that I was conditioned to believe love was regimented.
Structured and strictly used to service you.

Affection was a mirage
Shown only when I must’ve needed a reminder to cling to false hope that this was real.

And while some romance films
Toy with the idea of some small sacrifices being involved
None ever quite explained that you had to forfeit your dreams for a narcissists ego.
Luckily, this was something you explained to me.
I should’ve graduated 3 years ago…

Despite your hard hard work to convince me love wasn’t real,
That I was nothing of worth.
I am being loved, shown I too can be supported, encouraged.
And I am stronger
And worthier
And happier
Than I think you are ever capable of feeling.

The hole you’ve dug is a deep one,
Get comfy before they fill it in.
I'm constantly reminded of the goodness
in the Lord
He is oh so awesome even when we're hurt
and sore
Just when I've been discouraged and in my
heart I'm feelin blue
He has a way to pick me up this God of me
and you
So if you get discouraged and you loose
your sight of him
My friend never give up hope just let our
savior in
If you need financial gain or whatever it
may be
He's standing right beside you now this
God of you and me
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
Β Β Not a single!
ExclamationΒ 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!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
thoughts well
To write words over and over
To explain what it feels to love you
To express what you mean to me

No words can be enough for that
And so I always end up erasing them
Erin Nicole
I’m just tired. Tired of being broken. Tired of being forgotten. Tired of being used. Tired of feeling lost. TIred of being nothing. Tired of fighting myself to eat. Tired of feeling empty. Tired of feeling alone. Tired of Tired of doing everything for everyone; But getting nothing in return. Tired of being pulled back into this dark place. I’m just tired. Tired of crying.. Tired of breathing.. I’m just so tired..
pΓ΄r do sol
Don't speak harshly,
Your words will form swords in me

Touch my cheek; speak gently,
And they will form worlds in me
it wasn't until the sun rose
that I realized
just how much
I was in love with the moon
She has the spirit of a wolf that belongs to every man
Built a pack and conquered all crowns
Hides silently in every closet, worn as dress exquisitely covered with thorns
She gathers all with just a whisper, and rules over with a simple tug of the string
McKenna Pickett
It's like the entire world feels right
whenever I see you.
to the the girls who starve themselves,
the ones that watch their carbs,

you want to feel adored
youΒ΄re personality is fading
theyΒ΄ll eventually get bored.

while striving for more
you settle for less

you canΒ΄t seem to love yourself
step on the scale, there go a few numbers
along with your happiness
π™Έπš 𝚠𝚎 πšπš’πšπš—'𝚝 πš”πš—πš˜πš  𝚘𝚏 πšœπš˜πš›πš›πš˜πš ?
π™Έπš πšŠπš•πš• 𝚠𝚎 πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš‹πšŽ πš’πšœ πš‘πšŠπš™πš™πš’?

π™½πš˜ πš›πšŠπš’πš—πš’ 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜 πšŠπš—πš’πš–πš˜πš›πšŽ,
πšŠπš—πš πšπš‘πšŽ πš πšŽπšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš› πšŠπš•πš πšŠπš’πšœ πšœπšžπš—πš—πš’?
π™±πšžπš πš πš‘πšŠπš 𝚘𝚏 πšπš‘πšŽ πš›πšŠπš’πš—πš‹πš˜πš ?

πšƒπš‘πšŽπš— πš πš’πš•πš• 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πš›πšŠπšπš‘πšŽπš› πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚊 πšŒπš‘πš˜πš’πšŒπšŽ
πš˜πš› πš™πš›πšŽπšπšŽπš› πš‘πšŠπšŸπš’πš—πš πš‹πš˜πšπš‘?
π™΄πšŠπšŒπš‘ πš πš’πšπš‘ πš’πšπšœ πš˜πš πš— πšπš’πš–πšŽ.

π™°πš—πš πš’πš— πšπš’πš–πšŽ,
πš•πšŽπšŠπš›πš— 𝚝𝚘 πšœπš–πš’πš•πšŽ πšŠπš—πš 𝚝𝚘 πš•πš’πšŽ.
πšƒπš˜ πš‘πšžπš›πš πšŠπš—πš πš•πš˜πšŸπšŽ.
πšƒπš˜ πšŒπš›πš’ πšŠπš—πš πšŒπšŠπš›πš›πš’ πš˜πš—.
πšƒπš˜ πš•πšŠπšžπšπš‘ πšŠπš—πš πšœπšπš’πš•πš• πš πš˜πš›πš›πš’,
πš πš˜πš—πšπšŽπš›πš’πš—' πš’πš πš’πš˜πšžπš› πšπš˜πš’πš—πš
πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’πšπš‘πš’πš—πš πš›πš’πšπš‘πš.
πšƒπš˜ πš‹πš•πšŽπšŽπš πšŠπš—πš πš‘πšŽπšŠπš•.

πš‚πšπšžπšŒπš” πš˜πš— πš›πšŽπš™πšŽπšŠπš!
π™»πš’πš”πšŽ 𝚏*𝙲𝙺 πš’πšœ πšπš‘πš’πšœ πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš›πšŽπšŠπš•?

πšŠπš—πš πšπš’πš–πšŽ πšŠπšπšŠπš’πš—,
πš†πšŽ πšπš•πšŠπš—πšŒπšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πšŒπš‘πšŽπšŒπš” πšπš’πš–πšŽ.
π™΅πš˜πš› πšŠπš•πš• 𝚠𝚎 πš”πš—πš˜πš  𝚘𝚏 πšπš’πš–πšŽ; πš—πšžπš–πš‹πšŽπš›πšœ
πš˜πš— 𝚊 πš πšŠπš•πš•.
π™Ύπš› πš’πšœ πš’πš 𝚊 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝 πšŽπš–πš™πšπš’ πšœπš™πšŠπšŒπšŽ ..
π™°πš—πš 𝚠𝚎 πš’πš— πš’πš?

πšƒπš˜ πšπšŽπšœπšŒπš›πš’πš‹πšŽ πšπš‘πšŠπš πš πš‘πš’πšŒπš‘ 𝚠𝚎 πšŒπšŠπš—πš—πš˜πš πšŒπš˜πš–πš™πš›πšŽπš‘πšŽπš—πš.
πšƒπš‘πšŽπš— πš’πšœ πš’πš πš‘πšŽπšŠπš•πšπš‘πš’?
πšƒπš˜ πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš πš˜πšŸπšŽπš› πš πš‘πšŠπš 𝚠𝚎 πšŒπšŠπš—πš—πš˜πš πšŒπš‘πšŠπš—πšπšŽ.
πšƒπš˜ πš–πš’πšœπšπšŠπš”πšŽ 𝚊 πšœπšŒπšŠπš› πšπš˜πš› 𝚊 πš πš˜πšžπš—πš.

π™»πš’πšŸπšŽ πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πš–πšŽπš—πš.
πš‚πšŠπšŸπš˜πš› πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›πš’ πšœπšŽπšŒπš˜πš—πš
𝚝𝚘 πš›πšŽπš–πš’πš—πš’πšœπšŒπšŽ πš πš‘πšŽπš—
πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš˜πš’πš—πš 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 πšπš˜πšžπšπš‘.
Don't spend the rest of your future looking behind your shoulders. Conscious living.

Β© snoW
Madison Wright
I guess I’ll never understand
      Why you cry yourself to sleep

Why you look in the mirror
      To see one missing piece

What must I do to help you
      Sleep sound
            When I’m not around...

You are complex, hard to read


You are


to me.
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