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it is not fixed just because you lost interest.
people are still being hurt for no reason
other than
their skin is a darker shade...
but their souls are so much brighter than
the people who
to lay a hand on love.
I wonder if god is watching me.
I wonder what he thinks of my choices.
At least I’m plastering ink over my scars, at least this pain is creative.
At least I stay away from the bottles and the pills lately, at least my monsters and me share a clear head now.
I could have been dead by now, wouldn’t have changed much to you.
You only answer my screams with silence, bouncing wall to wall. Deafening.
You, this mythical engineer.
You bringer of life, orchestrator of pain.
You left me, clawing, moaning, bleeding.
You could have saved me.

I wonder if god ever watches me, I wonder if he’s proud of me.
Aliza Jennifer
How stupid of you!
Hating someone for NO REASON
~Aliza Jennifer~
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!
keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
Goodbye Poetry
I went in the search of humanity,
But the only thing I could find
was indignity.

Then I went in the search of happiness,but everywhere I
Could find sadness.

Finally I went in search of God,
But the people I met were all fraud.

Then I decided to first change
Myself, now people find humanity,
Happiness and God in myself.
Don't look for good peoples , be yourself good .......
Samantha Babe
In the inch of despair
In the reach of the hands
The naked truth lies
The ray touches your back

You, against the light
Is the life I will live for
Grateful to someone ♥️
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t


So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t



I Inspecting the wreckage,they say it’s a good thing you weren’t there, that you didn’t suffer. You bite your tongue. They do not know what good is.This is not it.

II  You feel free. You know you shouldn’t, that it’s wrong. You smile anyway.

III You suddenly feel like you are drowning and no one is noticing. You cover your face and begin to cry.
I leave my window open at night
It’s more of a mindless habit
Than anything else

I trimmed the branches off the tree
Beside the roof
I suppose it gives me peace of mind

I haven’t heard the faint tapping
Of a boy
With black hair
And a cigarette smoke smile
In years anyway

Now, no one can get to my window
I leave open at night
More of a mindless habit
Than anything else
Realeboga M
There's quite a lot that I could put to words.
And to be fair subliminals aren't my forte.
But consider today a different story.
There's just so much I'd want to relay.
But so little ways to convey.
Without getting in trouble that is.

I'm not saying much,
But I'm saying everything all at once.
Can you tell I'm subbing you?
I made Pain my friend,
but it left me too.

I didn't want it to end,
but it had better things to do.

A funny thing about forever..
--it never, ever ends..

and so   neither will we.

The spirit is free from
all of this-- it will  always
remain lit..

only the flesh goes dark  
as we  leave  its earth-laden husk, behind..

But the core-heart of Love's true ache  will always,
always Remain.

In the calling out to one another
of the lovers up and down the strand
In the sound of the waves and the cries
of the seagulls, circling the sand
In the fragments of the songs
carried down the wind from some radio
In the murmuring of the city in the distance
ominous and low..

I hear the sound of the world  where we played
And the far too simple beauty of the promises we made

If you ever need holding
call my name, and I'll be there
If you ever need holding
and no holding back,  I'll see you through-

Sky, blue and black
Infamous one
Alienated kept out
Always looking in
Someday feel great
Other times bothered
A guilty conscience
Feeling off out of place
Anxiety feeling jittery
Mind racing thoughts
I dove too deep
Loved her too much
I didn’t want to let go
But she left anyways
Not everything needs a poem
it’s already

good enough.
marc rios
A true artist
Uses experience as it's greatest ink

Alongside with it's color of emotions
from the day were born we have to live an grow

find the road through life as on with life we go

there are many corners that we have to turn

there are many things that we have to learn.

there are many paths that we have to take

as our way through life we begin to make

there will be decisions that you must decide

as you walk through life thats so big and wide.

something we all do a journey we must take

from the day were born its a journey we all make.
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out
Diána Bósa
Your heart is my only window to the world.
So please, keep it clear for the view.
Whatever happens to having plans?
Making decisions so life wouldn’t be confusing, so we know where to go
We design our lives
So we feel more in control
But what if it doesn’t work out this way?
What if what we need is not meant for us
Maybe alternatives are better
We think too much of what we want to become
We spend a lifetime searching for what satisfies our soul

What will make us more important than others

We make plans
to feel more in control
of our lives

But maybe
not knowing,
being confused
having alternatives
Is simply better

We think too much of what we want to become
Instead of searching for what satisfies our soul
Ashley Jerome
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
Jessica Patrick
I watched the moon,
last night,
it danced through,
the tree limbs,
onto my,
bare skin.
I pondered,
if maybe,
you too held,
across your chest.
charles bateman
the pain you try to cover up deep inside your heart,
the abuse that you endured just ripped your world apart.
the anger that you cannot shake how ever hard you try.
Day by day it eats at you but doesn't tell you why.
Everyday you mask your hurt afraid that someone just might see,
I'm here to tell you Jesus does and longs to set you free.
What ever it was that happened
you are not to blame, the source of your unhappiness , your ill
unwanted shame.
gently kneel and bow your head , open up your heart.
you don't have to change a thing
Jesus loves you just the way that you are.
if you are hurting , depressed alone . this poem is for you
Jasmin Joy
Tomorrow will happen to us
it happens after every today..
But yesterdays will not come back
It's just a memory that happened just a moment ago..
Do not speak to mad people
They will run their mouth
Right out your door
Your neighborhood
And all the way to the next town
But if you get too carried away
You will see
That madness
Breeds inside
Of humanity.
What witered away was not your love but our trust.
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
There is no better teacher than pain.
No better coach than sorrow.
As long as you make it through
'til tomorrow.
mal frost
and i write,
like a madman grasping for scraps
of sanity

and i write,
because i'm not okay,
and i might never be

and i write,
as my tears well up,
held back by ignorance and pride

and i write,
when this absurdity overwhelms me,
and panic takes hold of me

and i write,
so i can explore always,
for where can you go when it's all in your head?

and i write...
so i write.
<3 4:01 AM
Aslam M
Walking on the Endless Road
Then I wished I had a bicycle.
So Worked Hard Day and Night
Finally  got the best one to Ride.
Then I wished for a Bike.
So Worked Hard Day and Night
Finally got the best one to Ride.
Then I wished for a Car.
So Worked Hard Day and Night
Finally got that hatchback one to Ride.
Now I wish to walk back.
Neither do I have the time or Energy
To walk Back Again.
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
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.
Surkhab kaur
Socrates said it right,
"True knowledge exists in knowing
that you know nothing."
You are not that great...humble down.
We are a tiny part of this nature...
So let your roots be grounded
But grow tall and high...reaching the sky.
Just like a tree...which humbles down
as more and more fruits grow on it.
Remember being humble is not your weakness
As being humble means
you know where your inner strength lies.
So be courageous and lead a beautiful life.
You are strong.
You are different.
Keep your self esteem high...buddy!
And do not change it to arrogance.'s rare to find a humble person.
So let's be rare😊
Being arrogant won't let's just try being humble.
Average Dreamer
i am stuck
to many people
too big too much too loud
a stray elbow, a well intended touch
too much
too MUCH
don't see me break down
don't touch me
don't hear me
don't feel me
don't feel
don't touch me don't touch me
don't touch dont touch DONT TOUCH ME
we've all been here. been crammed in a car for too long or at a party that you're tired of. thought it needed a poem. i'm plenty social but when i've had enough i've had enough y'know
“Social media is taking over our lives,”
she tweeted angrily.
I never told a lie to you
that I love you
I told a lie to myself
that you love me..
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