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 1025° 
Adrasteia
Understanding you was like
Understanding what a bird chirps
Like understanding why
The universe is infinite
Understanding you was like
Figuring out how someone can be
Everything and nothing
All at once
 1011° 
japheth
if ever

you don’t

feel

like you have a home,

pull me close,

wrap your arms around me,

rest your head on my chest,

close your eyes,

and feel the warmth of the fireplace

resonating from within my heart.
 807° 
Aaron
Here's a poet's plight:
To force words to come is a fight;
Gorgeous nothings hold no light;
Meaning shall not bow to might.

Thirty thousand words or more –
All just sounds heard before;
But somewhere deeper there's a door,
A certain feeling from some core.

Or, in clearer words:
I have nothing Great to say,
but That shouldn't stop me anyway
From speaking when I feel I must;
No other way to reverse this rust.

Perfection is a savage
Curse to ravage the mind
'Round and round in circles, growing blind.

But of all the stones and stars
Or overpriced, shiny cars
The greatest gift of all you give
Is that you let me gently live.

You accept me as I am,
Tarred and scarred and marred with gray,
There's a thousand whispers, but they're all okay
When they won't be judged anyway.

There's this frustrating little tic
Where no words can quite click
Because no lovely language can compress
or stress enough meaning into a tiny little space
That could give a hint of a trace
Of the meaning that was felt.

Suffice to say it seems somehow insufficient,
Nothing Great, simply true:
You're wonderful as you.
 700° 
Mandalina
Cry
I say,
I never cry.
Because I can't
and I won't;

Crying is hard,
I don't know how.

I refuse to cry,
I'm weak.
I'm sad.
But completely numb.

Yet all I need
                        is a
                               long
                                        hard
               ­                                  sad
                                         cry.



-j.m.k
 582° 
Liam
forever with me
so interoceptively
i sense your spirit
 454° 
Yue Wang Yidhna
What do I chase
If I must one day
Take leave from
Consciousness?

Love.

It doesn't just disappear
It's always there
Regardless of dreams
Or otherwise

Regardless of
The awareness of
You
and
I
 323° 
Ava
I’m
       Falling
                     Down
                                  A
                                       Staircase
                                                        With
                                                                  No
                                                    Chance
                                             Of
                            Getting  
                    Up
Everything
                     Disintegrates
                                               I
                                                   Destroy
                                                                  Anything
                                                                                    I
                                                                       Touch
 270° 
Callie Richter
i believe love will find me again,
but i'm not convinced it'll be happily
ever after.

- i don't believe in fairytales
 250° 
smc
what is the best remedy for a rose-colored view?
i dream not to be perfect.
start    
to  
transform  
?  
but get caught
in between aging and alive

- smc [2015 may 27] -
this is survival. i can't seem to hold on to Life.
 249° 
Regina Elliott
Summer magnolias, cream-white bows on boughs
Moon pies, cold milk from timothy blessed cows
The South, she's gifting us love
Sweet tea, screen porch, mourning doves
Asheville bride in Queen Anne's lace, whispers vows
 232° 
Hg
wri
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a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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 224° 
Aaditya
Waking up from a sleep
to the sound of a
deafening silence.
Everything is visibly dark,
blackest of black
as black as black could be.
I can feel the floor beneath,
moving ahead, it's a tunnel.
A white dot discernible
suddenly at a distance.
With time, it grows bigger
and whiter like a light that
fills the view of your eye.
Immediately, everything
is white. White light.
I had died.
 223° 
ThatBrokenOne
It hurts to know
It hurts to see

That you have replaced me
That you have past me

I am happy for you, that you moved on
I am happy for you, that you have found someone new

I told my brother
I told my sister in law

That I am not well
That I am suicidal at times

It was a relieve to tell
It was painful to see

Silence fell when I told
His eyes turned into water when I told

A river of tears was streaming down
But it didn't weight him down

To tell me, to let me know, he is there for me
He loves me, he will be here with me

I am grateful that he is here
He wants me to be here

Time is all I needed I said
Time is the hardest thing to let pass by

I told myself I can do this
I told them I can do this

So I will do this, I will see it through
So I can do this, just because I said so
 212° 
susurri
How lucky you are to be written about
shaped by someone else’s words
that you affected them so deeply
they had to write you out of their system.
 183° 
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
 167° 
Victor Bucarizza
First I was a drop in your dead sea.
Next, a wave in your hurricane.
Then I was the rocks you raged against.
Now I am the clouds;
feeding you still,
but out of reach of your drowning embrace.
 136° 
Merna Ketana
Would you spend the night and talk?

Tell me secrets, maybe walk?

Laugh around and share my air,

Show me someone could still care?

Fix the bruises on my back,

They are painful, turning black,

Save my soul from leaking out?

I can't keep myself about..
 133° 
Eli
To accumulate money,
Is a slow and steady process.

But in the blink of an eye….
It’s all gone.

No more green bills
To make you happy & cure your problems.
 124° 
Broken Cardinal
You lit up my world like a
Quick strike of a match,
Illuminating everything yet
Fast consuming anything.
I can't believe I fell so fast
Again and so I
Watch from afar
The still singeing debris.
At the core of it
Lies your crumpled blackened body,
Poised perfectly to a
Tempting degree.
I don't think you quite get how much I
Smile when I see your face, and so
It broke me when I saw you with his.
 122° 
Leixia
The clouds move slowly in their cruise along the sky,
gentle hues of yellow seeping through the cracks and crevices.
I open the jar, in which lies an ant—
suspended through time, encased in the beckoning dunes of sweetness which caused its own demise.
is it really possible to die of sweetness?

I look up the sky, the very same vast expanse of sugary white and blue and yellow
trusted by countless men to their own demise.

perhaps too much sweetness is
poisonous.
consume responsibly.
hi im new lol pls be gentle
 118° 
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
 113° 
Noone
Maybe your jokes aren't that funny..
But I laugh anyway..
So now you think you have got the way to my heart...
Maybe I modify the thoughts in my head..
When I tell you what I like..
So now you think you can certainly make me happy...
Maybe I dont miss you that much...
When I tell you my feelings resonate with that melody..
But now you think I think of you most of the time...
 112° 
Devon
There is a certain comfort
in some uncertainties.
 93° 
EMD
On Sunday evenings
When it was too snowy to get out
If we couldn’t make it to church
While the dog slept at our feet
M father gave the
Evening service in his slippers
 87° 
ethan gaskill
if it's real enough to ask yourself,
you probably are
i don't particularly like the answer, but i can't deny the truth forever
 72° 
grace
the fear we seek is what we ignore
the fear we have for the people we love to hate
and love to love
a mirror loves to capture our faces but not what's behind the eyes
your love is what i see flood into mine
and though the look of your reflection is a bit scary to me at first because i haven't been in love for quite some time
the sound of your voice and the care that you give breaks the mirror
i have imaginary feelings for your reflection
and real feelings for what's behind your eyes.
 71° 
J
Little did she know,
I love her
and the chaos
in her heart.
 71° 
braelynn
for the first time
since the last time
i think i stopped missing you
today.
 65° 
Poolza
Mother cries all day
Yet she hides the tears away
Whenever I'm near
 61° 
Ambrogino
If
If we danced in the moonlight?
If it was deep inside the forest?
If we both weren't breathing?
If we were both faking just for fun?
If we could find a way?
Would you dance with me?
 60° 
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 have stumbled
I have fallen
With an empty soul
A heart and mind
searching for a way
I saw your hand
Reaching out to me
Unsure, nothing to lose
I took it
You picked me up
Now we walk together
As you hold my hand
You guide me along my way
You whisper to me
Follow me and you will know the truth
~
Finding my way with God. Searching for peace for my spirit and soul.
 57° 
Kenya83
I crave the crisp,
The soft contradiction
The woody smell of nature
Of earth
Your words
In ink
Drip from your skin
A moment
In time
A part of your mind
And it fills me up momentarily
 54° 
ChrisE
I will watch your whites turn pink, because I put my red sock in your laundry
out of spite
what better revenge
 53° 
SingingTree
It is pouring outside, and I can feel the restlessness of rain drops to kiss the ground
 52° 
Neychard Charles
I’m a young lady
Surrounded by a judges society
Represents occasionally
Loves with loyalty
A queen in royalty
Hidden anxiety
A unique personality
Struggles in life are reality
Lessons are shown biblically
Living in prosperity
 51° 
슬기
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.
 50° 
Perry
If your poem touches at least one person's heart, then it becomes more than a poem
 47° 
Tanay Sengupta
Rain on me,
For I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
For I am too tired and I need sleep.
This world is a herd and I cannot be its sheep.

Rain on me,
And show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me,
It has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me,
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.







Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.
I came up with this while I was watching the rain from my window, a few days back. I hope you like it.
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