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Grace Haak
i sit there and wait
until you get up and leave
kitchen is now safe
Grayce Hobart
to look back
at my words
tears open old wounds

but perhaps they have stayed open
because i have stopped tending to them.
your love, violent
causing scars, bruises and wounds
all over my heart
Christina Cox
At two weeks old I was blessed to be healthy, happy, and strong.
Which is actually really sweet.

At eight years old I was baptized fully underwater in a giant tub.
It sounds stranger than it was.

At eight years old I was confirmed a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and given the gift of the Holy Ghost.
But why would the counsel of the Holy Ghost be a gift only given to those in this church?
And why is the name so **** long?

At twelve years old I was moved to different classes separated by gender then brought back together an hour later.
The concept and schedule of a three hour church day is quite strange.

At sixteen years old I could have followed the rule my parents and higher-ups had made to not date until sixteen but only in groups.
At fifteen years old I broke the rule and found a boy to call my own.

At eighteen years old I graduated from seminary, even though I lied.
It helps when we graded ourselves.

At eighteen years old I could have followed the rule my parents and higher-ups had made to be allowed to date without being in a group.
But I broke this rule three years prior.

At twenty-one years old I could have chosen to spend two years away from school, family, friends and serve the church through a mission.
A scary thought to me but a great experience to those who are faithful.

At twenty-one years old I told my parents, “I don’t think I believe.”
**And crazily, they still love me.
I was born into the church and have just put a few experiences here. Just like any church, there are people who believe and people who do not. Please don't take this as a strict, "This is what this church is." That would not be fair.
Scott Baillargeon
Survival, undermines courage, every time.
Tired of going to sleep crying
And confessing my love
Just to be told I'm lying

Tired of doing my best
But never being enough
And never finding rest

I met a boy with bright blue eyes
He looked at me with a softness I didn’t know I needed
As he softly whispered
Don’t go.
I just started seeing this guy, and he is wonderful, so patient and soft with me.
Yz Doo
Afraid of what others think
Afraid you can’t do something right
Afraid of stepping out of your safety box
Afraid of living your life right now
Fear is what we perceive might happen in the future
GO FOR IT what’s the worst that can happen
It’s the only way to be in life with little regrets
You can’t take the clock back
Seize the day.
Regardless of outcome
This is no verse but a guide into your own verse that is created by living life with uplifting words to follow
Buried Words
I want to look as empty as I feel
They say to have a relationship
You must know what you need
I need respect
I need forgiveness
I need encouragement
I have figured out what I need
I will give it to myself
I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
Sunshine Girl
i flatter myself, thinking every word you ever wrote was inspired by me
i know they weren't
but i can't stop rereading and wondering
i'm not crying
It's been 7 months since I let your sinful filth between my lips.

I still crave you every day.
Mimi Hachiko
Often i am upset
That i cannot fall in love
But i guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
Are you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now but i swear
When i'm ready i will fly us out of here
Love is a priceless gift
It cannot be bought or sold
But it's value is much more greater,
than a mountain of pure Gold.
For pure Gold is cold and lifeless,
it can neither see nor hear
and in the time of trouble,
it is powerless to cheer
It has no ears to listen,
no heart to be able to understand
It cannot bring you comfort
Or reach out a helping hand.
A wander to my eye
Pattened colours
In my view
Brilliance of colours
I can see
Little rainbow pieces
My Kaliedascope
Whit Howland
a box fan

in a dark
of the room

cold air
on my legs
bed sheets flaking away

a cat

sandpaper tongue
across my calves

© Whit Howland 2019
Image association
cross my heart and hope to die
stick some scissors in my eye
and i won’t beg, i won’t cry
until your death, i won’t die
as i wallow in my pain
your words are sweet like sugarcane
comfort me with pretty lies
i love you
I shouldn't be up this late
I have work in the morning
I hate my boss
I hate my job
I'd quit if I didn't need the money
But I can't stop the drinking
And I can't shake the feeling
Of you on my lips
I'm cursed forever
With the taste of your kiss
And your hands on my hips

I need someoone to help
Did I tell you I'm drinking
I hate this taste
I say hate too much
Is that why you left me lonely
But I can't stop the drinking
And I can't shake the feeling
Of being alone
I'll guess I'll get use to this
Or at least try
Everything feels so strange
And I know I am up too late
I'm smoking the buds of your cigarettes
Just to be where your lips have been
I'm only doing this all because I think that I need it
It's as close as I can get to you

Yeah as close as I can get
(As close as I'll ever be)
As close I can get to you

I'm smoking the buds of your cigarettes
The ones you left in the ash tray
During our last conversation
I'm wearing your t shirts
I'm listening to your favorite mix tape
I'm only doing this all because I think that I need it
It's as close as I can get to you
Written as a song
The stars
are just
night time

They pull you deeper
and deeper
into the night sky,
you're 30 miles in,
and not looking for home.
Azumi Rabulan
I love broken things,
But I don't love myself.
I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you
mabel remington
every evening i slaughter the sun.
every evening i cut her up on unforgiving mountain peaks
i dip her blood orange blistered flesh in saltwater;
i do this for the moon.
the sun gurgles as she drowns
Rohan Press
         suspends space—
too much space—between fringe and
fringe; moonlight
pools through windowsill—
         a mirror of its shadowed self.
Suicide aint it chief
Stephen S
The other day I saw
some red rose petals
slowly floating along a shallow creek.

I sat down on a nearby log
just to take in the peacefulness
of it all.

And in that moment I was reminded,
of where the beauty lies in life.
Gale L Mccoy
I whisper to myself
no, I write to myself
cause the clack of keys
is a sound unreadable...

                 "let me be ****"
take me back with you
so we can gaze at the stars
one sin at a time.
a haiku
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 too *******.
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.
BJ Donovan
Promises of treasured recognition
if your brilliant poem is picked
from the crowded field as first rate.
Award is 3000. Entry fee is 20 bucks.
Hmm. I think I'll start a contest. It seems lucrative?
Thomas Moore
Had such a beautiful day,
Then slip into depression thinking about yesterday,
Falling off of the edge of tomorrow...
His kiss would be the best death
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
This is my sun, it burns me so
My sweat irks me more
The people criss-cross and go
Will any wait for me?

I am in foliage in hiding
A snake hides in the bushes
A rat in the walls
Both afraid of the one above

A faceless person is briefly a good friend
A walk of bureaucracy is a march of the future
Still moving too fast for me to keep up
Peter Gareth
Lately I've been feeling most odd
Watching the hours slowly go by
Like every day is an endless dream
And I'm just too numb to wake up
Most of my friends moved... or are just too steeped in their own plans. Feels like the world's spinning for everyone but me.
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