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 1533° 
Sophia Li
i am afraid,
one day I can’t recognize myself
 1120° 
Cory Wolf
I feel my mind spinning
Like wheels on a car
Always ever moving
But staying where they are
 487° 
Jia-Rong Tsao
Our texts went from paragraphs
to sentences
to one worded answers
to one sided conversations...
you only check on me for one to two days, then forgot me...

So tell me, do you really care about me? If you need me to leave, I will leave.
If you think that I am clingy and annoying, tell  me! I can leave...just tell me the truth...please!
Stop pretending, you won’t have to suffer, I want you to be happy...
even if I won’t be part of that happiness
 436° 
Jenna
Words hurt they say,
but the feeling of them being etched
is akin to new found pain
a pen would be easier,
staining my skin, in-erasable
the pencil is more dull
perhaps then will I finally feel smart
it feels like an unwanted tattoo.
 436° 
Ella Wolter
i’ve made it known
your in the wrong
stop crying

“stop lying”
i’d say if you’d let me
but the tears keep falling don’t you see?
lies
as i cry
wondering why
you don’t hear my cries
to my mom
 391° 
Aaliyah Houvener
a part of me wish I killed myself a long time ago
people call me strong
but it's all an act
I am being held together by a string
and it's slowly breaking
 370° 
FlavioPAR
When I eat melons
I see an eagle above
It climbs beyond clouds
Such beauty she is, soaring
Such fierce is her snatching prey
A little tanka I wrote to practice
 362° 
clever
i know who they say i am
 290° 
Eva
red, pink, and white
cheap or expensive gifts
from friends, family, or loved ones.
some people are sad if they don’t
receive one from anyone they know.
a holiday celebrating couples,
what about the single people?
what would happen if
you weren’t loved?
what would happen?
valentine’s day originated
from women getting sold
in a town square
and hit and whipped
after being bought.
 250° 
Tony Anderson
In the morning dew lies a baby calf
Hidden behind a rosebush
Sleeping in the warm sun
 247° 
Suresh Das
Ek din usse bhi samaj aye ga...
Jab naa kehte kehte...
Usse bhi pyar ** jaye ga!
...
bus ye ehsaas tujhe jaldi ** jaye...
Kahi wakt humare hato se na kho jaye!
 211° 
Napolis
Come take
your mind
on down
with me .

let our bodies
be canvases
to the tributes
of our
lives.

leave  
our old stories
like tattered
and worn
baggages

by the
door.

be each
others
savior for
awhile.

a old lover's
lament.

not trying
to fill in
each other's
water color
dreams,

with lies
or half
obligated
promises.

and finally
when the
late afternoon

comes to
swallow our
worn
innocence.

close the
door.

leave unsaid
the words
that must
be said.

return us
both with
some dignity


to the outskirts

of our lives.
 165° 
Alysia Marie
I can’t hide it
I crave it
Needing it to survive
The pressure of your body
That look in your eyes
Pulling me closer
Oh closer
Sometimes by my hair
Pinning me to that mattress
Or whatever you dare
For I feel it
I love it
That taste on my lips
Unable to move
With your hands on my hips
Oh you know me
Control me
Fingers dancing on my thighs
All those nights that you’d hold me
Brought stars to my eyes
By that grip of your hand
Firmly ‘round my neck
Oh you’d punish me tenderly
I could never forget
Yes you’d pull me
You’d push me
Goosebumps emerge on my skin
Feeling the beads of your sweat
Drip onto my chin
Kiss me
Tease me
Master you know just what to do
To leave me on my knees
Begging for every inch of you


                     Alysia Marie 2018 ©
Not for the faint of heart
 139° 
Ilonka
If I sink, I sink into my thoughts
If I float, I float in dreams
If I fall, I fall silent
If I rise, I rise up from the ashes
If I love, I love everything
If I hate, I lose everything!
If, float, fall, rise, love, hate
 132° 
Lillian Teresa
With my reflection-
She always wins

At least she is
Hollow
And cannot scream
Back at me

I am left to hate her
For the both of us
I must learn to love her for my soul
 131° 
Madison
Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
 129° 
James Study
sunshine morning squint
youthful thoughts of life anew
warm beginning bright
 121° 
E over c2
I said you were my moon
I meant it and I still do.
Tides and all.

I said you were my stars
I meant it and I still do.
Forever. Warmth.
 115° 
Emma Price
Everything that I do
can be traced back to you.
I’m so proud, so proud,
to be a part of this crowd!
~much love
 112° 
tayarose
i wish i can run
i wish i could fly
i wish that i can find peace inside my soul
 108° 
JaegukLee
Have you ever felt
you loved someone that
you hated the person?

Have you ever felt
you knew everything that
you knew nothing?

Have you ever felt
the overwhelming happiness and grace that
you manifested signs of sadness?

Have you ever felt
the burning heart inside
though you are soaked outside?

Feeling feelings,
i do not fully understand
what they are
but they color the blank sheet of life –
 106° 
Thorns
Sometimes I go too  deep in my writing for others to understand
It's too much for them to take in
I'm not looking for praise
Or for money
But for expression of myself and others
So, they can relate and understand
That some of us go through things that only a dark fantasy can describe
And I'm sorry if its too much
 106° 
Dan Beyer
egg
the sun is hot
it's heaviness compresses
so that i become tired
i want to be still
but the ground burns
busy life no time for stillness
 101° 
Chante Coutinho
You have this way
Of staring at me
That pulls on my heart strings

You have this way
Of drowning out
Life and all it's things

You have this way
Of stopping time
When I catch your eye

You have this way
Of making me melt
When you hug me goodbye

You have this way
Of singing to me
Without using any words

You have this way
Of making me miss you
So much it hurts
 77° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
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 70° 
Teresa Mercier
We are all a work in progress
But given time
We will be masterpieces
By the time we're finished.
Don't give up! There is so much to this life if only we'd open our eyes.
My best work seldom trends.
Imagine the disappointment
That the lack of that annointment
To the fragile sends.

It’s sheer luck
That I don’t give a ****
And completely possible
I ****.

But more likely
Some AI algorithm decides
Whether my work is seen or obscure dies.

Don’t seek validation
From social media engagement
Your audience is so diluted
The metrics so easily disputed.

Art is;
Art does;
Art takes it time
To connect audience to your rhyme.
Art lives;
Art serves;
Art is the power of your words.
Don’t measure it by likes nor loves or views
Or any other social cues.

Have you best expressed the sentiment you feel?
If yes then ******* my friend your art is real.
Don’t measure your worth by what social media says.
 65° 
Michael Angelo
I suffer
The circular trepidation
Of waiting
For joy
 59° 
Dermot Kirwan
I have got through life like a wounded animal.

Head down, avoiding further conflict.

When I look back on it all, I see no trace of me, no flattened grasss, no displacement.

Even the air remains undisturbed.

I want to come back as a crazy African rhino with a arrow lodged in his ear.
 58° 
Caitlin
Everyday at three fifteen you appear in my thoughts.
Routine urges me to reach out to you.
But by three sixteen I remember why I won’t,  
you aren’t worth my time.
Letting go of some of the toxic things in my life.
 53° 
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.
 53° 
episkey
One day
I'll meet you in the aisle
You'll wearing your bridal gown
And all i can say is
I am Happy for you
A NEW SPRING IS BORN

The clouds scattered like dreams
as the rain poured in the sweet sound
to a new day, where love pushed away
all the gray;

Now a new spring is born,
where true love made the sunshine
as the birds chirped to a new song,
while love carries on,

And new memories are being made
and love is being given,
to a heart that is truly mending.


Poetic Judy Emery © 2013
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Every mistake I've made
It leaves a scar that burns everyday
I I
 48° 
Ghost of Jupiter
cover my mouth with yours
and let me taste
the poetry dripping from your lips

write me a kiss that
will be remembered
through the length of time

and I will fall
from the pages of your fantasy
straight into your arms

~
 46° 
Shofi Ahmed
Spring upon the rose
live on the flow.
Be wrapped in the fragrance
touch it not.
Let it be without a form
even in the invisible dark
shows up the moon.
And believe it or not
that all perfect sweet spot
planet paradise could be the next stop.
Like the flower thins out into the fragrance
ah, these finest wings know no bound.

The butterfly paradise slips out is on the fly
wafts into the enduring scent of a paint so bold.
Lo, on its picturesque wings it has all the eyeballs
where does it reach out to no one knows.
It's on the other side of the pool
only the Queen Fathima knows that groovy grove!

No one tolerates any pause is deadly on this route
here death is unknown but none is destined to gain a foot!
It’s a Mount Sinai scenario no eyeball
can withstand the dazzling beauty enduring long.
Yet it’s immaculately spotless every soul shines out
that shuffles on these secret alleyways of God!

Pans out to the horizontal spread
and dips into the depth.
Flower in the fire, the sea in a drop of water
Hewn beauty Fathima is the far cry
water nymph amidst the mesmerised burnt-flock.
The resident handsome swan in heaven
on the constantly flowing riverfront  
keeping it on its toe!
 46° 
Drake F
What good are wings without the courage to fly?
We are grounded and soon to die.
 46° 
brinn
in the dark
all alone
it's the only time
i let you out
where no one
will see you
and your sounds
won't be heard
 46° 
Glenn Currier
This dark soil
teems with potency
of light and life
the sun stirs the soul
hidden in wait
for the creative juices
to flow and saturate
its seeds to spring.
 45° 
Poetry
Lick my lips
Cradle my face
Gaze into my eyes
And tell me I'm safe
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