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rachel kirkpatrick
the scent of incense
hangs heavy in the air
the constant murmer of voices
comes crashing like waves
but your eyes meet mine
and the faces disappear
the voices die,
all that remains
is an unspoken invitation
from my lips
willing yours to kiss mine
and yours happily
meet their request
leaving our love tasting
like oranges
tenderly plucked
from moonlight lips.
Aramitz J Durant
the world is unjust
unready for you, little one.
just hold on
just one moment — wait,

don’t go yet. wait
for me, my legs are slower
than they used to be.
brittle, you know.
you and i are both

getting older.
wait —
don’t go yet. stay
just one moment.
i’m not ready.
Sophia Clouse
Close your eyes, see the blank space...

Smell the light scent of vanilla...

Hear the soft sound of the piano...

Taste the peppermint on the tip of your tongue...

Feel your muscles letting go...

.... Relax.
Just follow the directions. concentrate. Use your senses... and relax.
I wore black
Event hough
I am still breathing
I am no longer

song of wind
in the time
travels soul
I'm gullible
I crave sincerity
I'm fragile
That's not a lie
Never once would she hear tears fill her father's eyes.
Rarity of reaction.
Bittersweet stupefaction.

Never once had she caused this satisfied expression
Joyful stab feeling.
Wounds slowly healing.

Crawled through life a failing disappointment.
Finally a delayed response of dad's delight.
Diksha Prashar
Let me see the side which is never seen,
Let me be the heart you never feel,
Let me be the light shining in the dark,
Let me be the shoulder you cry on,
Let me the love blossoming in your heart,
Let me be the hands pull you far,
Let me be the ocean submerging your demons,
Let me be the girl you fall for.

summer vanished in an instant
i always told my momma we should move
somewhere else far from here
Levi Johnson
I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look

Like the pages
of a book

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.


I believe you
beg to be
Zoe G
I'd like to sing for you
a song I wrote for you
and then we can sing together
Ellis Holden
If we burned the bibles
   -debricked the churches
Who would we be?
You captured my attention.
Consume me
with a heart abandoned.
Luz Hanaii
Wisdom must be earned.
Wisdom comes through pain, sorrow, suffering...
but also through purity of intention.
i am my own me
the me ive always wanted to be
the me ive lived my life to see
i am my own kind of me
Ciel Noir
the face of god
stares through the ruins
souls so dark
the stars shine through them

and bringing joy
and light to sugar o'er the void
i feel like i'm rotting
from the inside out
i just really wish
not everyone would doubt

i'm rotting, can't you see?
he hurt me

Agnis Lynota
"I long for you"
We laughed at that phrase
Watching Seinfeld,
Like we do most days

But hearing that line
And in our laughs too
I couldn't help but to think
How much I long for you
Faizel Farzee
Humming along to the beat of life as i sing along to the music of my heart.
The melody of you tapping enchantingly through my mind.
Notes composed by your fingers strumming every part of my quivering soul.

       Your love my song to life
You my melody, my music to life,
You eliminate all strife, you smile takes me high, losing you, would be falling on knife.
He beats my daylight
Oh, carelessly
The cross my dearest carries
He carries to me
I love him
Empty are my dark skies
Outside the light inside his eyes
I know now
This flame of mine has to die
I love him
Poetic T
They say life's
        A story.

Me, I never read mine.

I lived it, who wants to know
     The beginning and the ending.

live your story,
     Skip chapters,

Remember your writing it.
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
Apekshya Basnet
leaves fall apart
away they sway amongst the trees
the sky a flame
the birds reawake
when I finally left
the mirthful wind bellowed
commanding my soul to come back
to the days of pleasantries offered by October
Oh i just cannot go
These words are all i know,
go ahead feel the hurt,
tell me why's it cold
if it burns
and why'm i strong
if i fold?
Sometimes I forget if I've always been this way
Or if a beast has taken hold
Of expectations lost
Desires unsatisfied
That's dried me up
I have thousand copies of your smile
I draw them as portrait
I composed them as song
I write them like poem

Until I realized..
I can't draw your actual smile
I can't make your perfect rhymes
I never made your bliss
Even once,
All I do is just a drawing
A letter, words, notes,

So... I built this empire of ashes
By Playing my flute
While watching my masterpiece,

... Im back
Pedro Vialle
I fell
right from the sky
going down really fast
piercing through the clouds
then the ground got close
everything went boom
and when the smoke cleared up
there was only You
Jacob Lyons
Skipping beats like rain in July
It was unexpected, but here it is
Still my arms are burning inside
As the heat punches and kicks
Why did I put a heavy coat on?
Just to prove that I was strong?
Strength should be knowing best
And getting this out of my head
So I'll cut off my hair and then
Put sunglasses on instead
Watching the waves of fire
From a distance I can desire
The day has ended once again
But we both know it's not the end

Are we even meant to be?
We can't be our enemies
But I'd really hate to see
You with someone that isn't me
Quit saying you're sorry
We both know what you mean
That the grass could be green
But right now it's all dying
You always get my attention
And my heart, not to mention
I smile when I see your name
I smile when I see your face
The day has ended one more time
But we both know we have the night
Paper faces and silicone smiles-
Where’d you get that mask, little girl?
Looks an awful lot like

The world's not perfect,
Neither are we.
But the infinity we share,
Is as Perfect as it can be.
It's ok, we'll make it. Don't you worry :)
I wanted to learn

so last night my fourth grade teacher
tore my eyelids off

and sat me near a television screen
that showed my mother dying
over and over
and over again.

I left as a cavity
of a boy,

collapsing at the sound of passing cars

as I searched for a payphone where
I could speak to the static about Gabriel.

(where is he?)

When I look at my brother and father

I beg for my eyes to be caressed until they’re scarred

with every daytime matinee
and curtsy on the train platform

that built me into this mosaic
of a “man”.
deeply personal. would appreciate kind words and condolences. my mother is alive but a part of me has died.
It was 4 am,
The world was asleep,
The stars were awake,
And just like every other night,
I thought of you,
Are you on the other side thinking of me too?
i can feel you
slipping from my fingers

the harder i try
the faster you fall from my hands

no matter what i do
you return to the sand

where i’m losing you forever
What if
You have been fighting
A losing battle
All along
What if
The silence
Within you
Is only
The calm
Before the strom
It is going to be a fight
You just cannot

my biggest fear.
I want you to stay but my words won't let me say so.
I don't want you here cause I just wanna try and let go.
I don't know why my heart burns.
I'm sorry for how my emotions turn.
I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
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.
loneliness, an old friend
is knocking on my door again
and I’m trying so hard not to let him in
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.
Janet Aitch
Poetic proclivities
or a taste for rhyme
won't make a poet
all of the time

But discussing the subject
revising the plan
makes a prize-winner
from an also-ran
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