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 371° 
Amanda
in black and white moonlit dreams
you’re not under my skin
you’re kissing it
i’m not stealing your time
i own it
we’re not avoiding love
we’re making it
reality, however,
is in screaming color
 301° 
BlueBird
I cant find joy anymore.
I have looked under every rock,
And behind every tree.
Ive searched through fields.

I dont know when she left,
I just remember waking up one morning feeling a little emptier
And a little more lost.

Its been cloudy every day since.
 285° 
Dogeechee
Bubbles full of rainbows,
Falling stars that wet our faces,
Echoing laugher beyond our reach,
and drawings full of worlds,
Smiling toys that do our wishes,
Warm hands and nervous kisses,
Dark monsters seen only to you,
Accidental mistakes fixed with glue,
Time stopping kicks that make the goal,
Held sadly to our souls
Throwback to my first poem
 280° 
Khoi-San
She's
there
when the rain sets in
She
sees
rainbows ahead of the pain
She
don't think of my shame
or
the
days
when I'm blue
she's
the
perfect
partner
my
emotional
rescue
Our eyes cannot think still (she) is exposed to every possible emotion we experience
In the way that we ease our emotions when we cry amazing isn't (she) how it partners with the soul
 251° 
Mystic Ink Plus
When I
Believe you
As the universe
And
You do
The same

Whatever
We do
Is
No less than
A cosmic
Celebration

I am healing
While you're a healer
You are healing
While I'm a healer
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Act of Surrender
 250° 
Starry
Why do you hide?
Hide where?
Under the bed, I mean?
Because it's safe.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Can I come and see?
As long as you promise to not touch anything.
Okay.
Welcome to under the bed.
What's this?
Don't touch it.
But I want to.
No.
.... Too late.
.......
.......
Welcome to under the bed. Your new home, child.
Conversation
 250° 
aury
i wasnt always the way that i am
afraid to wake up alone in 40 years
afraid of my emotions
scared to speak my truth
terrified of what may be
life has done this to me
and it has left me bitter
 226° 
Jim Musics
No Comment (Silence)
No Heart (Heartless)
No Thumb up (A+)
No Thumb down (F)

Reciprocity = Respect and Encouragement
Lack of such = "...so I'll just say fair thee well"

Deadline; World Oceans' Day
the least one can do
into the void of fruitless comments and likes shall I go no more
 193° 
Diya
The cavernous emotions
Camouflaged within can be
Perceived through
The dexterity
Of
Solitude.
I love company of friends and people yet solitude is my best friend!
It's the time one can dig in deeper to oneself
believe me
I need help
believe me
I don't need you
I'm okay
I run away
letting go
hold you closer
my voice
blows like the wind
can't you feel it
don't you hear it
believe me
everything is okay
I need you
I'm not okay
I don't want help
I run away
 173° 
Patches of Thought
♋︎

loneliness is real
don't doubt it for a moment
it can make you motionless
you can't get out of your own head
everything is frozen in time
time is your enemy
an emptiness you can't fill

But, it can be filled
family
friends
strangers
prayer
meditation

Wipe your eyes
tomorrow you'll
see the world differently

♋︎
This is just for those who are seemingly lost in their loneliness.  May you find your way out of it. God Bless
 160° 
Zander
I just wanted to take a moment,
and think about the times,
the memories,
the joys.
Before I was broken.

Before you ruined me.

Before my heart broke.

When I was healed.

My life was far from perfect,
but I was going to be alright.

Until I met you.

You were the best worse thing that has ever happened to me.
You filled me up
and then emptied me out.
But it was you.
So what could I say?

You changed me.
But what could I do when all I wanted was you??
And it's crazy because even though I know you're not good for me
I still want you.

Right now I want you more than ever.
 159° 
Scot
I look in the mirror and see
Wrinkles impressed upon me
Some from good and some for bad
I've earned each one, I'm not sad

Each wrinkle tells a story
Some glad some gory
So many ups and downs
Caused the smiles and frowns

I gaze the mirror and ask
Is this really me I take to task?
How did time fly by so fast?
My life is set in wrinkles cast

Upon my face, I wear my life
My sons and dearest wife
Some happened in the fire
Some took form because it was dire

I prefer the ones that came from smiles
A raised brow to see for miles
A ripple around my face pointed up
I wouldn’t remove a wrinkle, it's been my cup
 154° 
Olivia
The winds of my mind ******* away and I fade
I am empty
And I could just...
disappear
Into thin air

But yet.

My skin holds me, so that
I will not vanish
into the grey.
 153° 
TimmyG
Time


Time is precious as I’ve been told it can escape us if we stand still and pose.

Procrastination and taking our time can lead to problems that hinder our movement, goals and attainments.

Time is essential, limited and long the more you do now works out better in the long run.

Time when rushed is a dangerous occurrence our actions have weight that once completed are fixed.

Time is different in everyone’s eyes to me it’s a hurry, goes slow or is there to appease.


Time
 142° 
Elizabeth
I read a book the other day, it was one about all the things I couldn’t say. It spoke to me with words I’d intended to reach from deep within, grasping stories of betrayal and heartbreak but also ones of roses and kittens purring at my door. I read a book the other day, just on the corner of Main Street in a lonely market where people didn’t speak but they felt a connection anyway. We stared at each other from across the way feeling the same emotions but not saying so, just on the corner of main. I want to say these words, ones of healing and ones that bring others strength. I will return to the market soon to finally say the words I’ve always meant to say.
Silence is power but words are too
 134° 
925
They say you can’t remember pain
But brother I feel it bleeding
Even now
Even now
Even now
 125° 
cat
halo, halo
flooded by musky greens
that wipe out the bitterness
to your taste
hands tight on my waste
and lifting me
to sit on a shredded pillow
the window open
the walls damp
the chill once again comforts me
embracing an icy touch
you cut my hair
a head of bleach falls to the floor
my black roots remain
fragile breaths come from the trees
awakening once more
creeping their branches into the room
creeping under my tunic
the sky clears and I am soft
the pillow empties of its feathers
removing the inside
releasing the weight
 109° 
Midge
Maybe it’s just me
Who had all these fantasies
Is this even real?
haiku collection, more to come
 99° 
Blckstr
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 ****** –”
I know it sounds ******,
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.
 93° 
Eric W
I can tear myself to pieces,
it is a natural place for me.
I can and I will and I'm better
than I was but I'm worse still.
I can splinter myself and let every
doubt burrow itself into my open skin,
let the insecurities bloom into
harsh and wicked flowers,
let the bile rain into my poisoned mind.
I am precise with my agony,
following the loose ends to their end
and mine and fraying the
cord in between.
I do not mean to, but the issue
presents in its encroaching way
and I see no path but the
truth.
Finally getting a bit more active on here. I have missed you lovely people. School is over and I finally have some room to breathe.

Working on getting back into my creative endeavors. I miss music and I miss writing.
 93° 
OpenWorldView
born an empty sheet
traits and external forces
affect your choices

so, death is certain
all the time before the end
is yours to paint green
Try your best.
 88° 
unnamed
See the world through Van Gogh
Soften your focus and
look out your window
Haiku, daily
 73° 
ohellobeautiful
no matter how hard
these winds blow and shake me
i stay  r o o t e d  with the Earth

storms exist to awake me
one of the first few
rhymes i ever wrote
*and still my favorite*
 70° 
G Alan Johnson
Stand alone, dear one
and look at the dreams astray
the many colorful dreams.

I stand alone
don't we all
and they are vivid, these dreams.

You stand alone
and you find hues of possible
laugh or cry, wretch or come.

We stand alone
in crowded day rooms
wish for more, dream love

then stand alone

again.
 69° 
Nat Lipstadt
I am here, waiting patiently for her,
though long time no see
like in ever, like in never,
my absentia, dementia,
both critiques of self-censure,
here, then, my cadenza,
dedicated solely soulfully for you:

as the sabbath sun rises over the East River,
saying, mocking, laughing upon me,
“still here, though long time no see,”
for though I cannot never look upon her as well,
my sun, my sun,
yet she, too is everywhere-inside of me,
woman-sun, both warmly illuminating my muddled mind
 67° 
Jayantee Khare
***

hold me not
touch me not
maybe I'm clumsy-clumsy-clumsy!

have headache
want chocolate shake
maybe I'm lazy-lazy-lazy!

feel me not
mind me not
I'm cranky-cranky-cranky!

the mood is swinging
find me clinging
I'm touchy-touchy-touchy!

may be crazy
sometimes hazy
I'm moody-moody-moody!

stay away
go your way
I'm feelo-feelo-feelo!

just be there
patient listener
I'm despo-despo-despo!

here i contradict
have conflict
I'm ******-******-******!

changing hormones
troubling estrogens
tell me not a fatso-fatso-fatso!

maybe I'll be ok again!
maybe you'll love me then!


Maybe few females relate....resonate....rate .....
A big thnx to all readers and those who appreciated, thnx hp, thnx Elliott
 67° 
Peter B
Her eyes
reflect my moon.
In her eyes
it's always full.
 67° 
Natalie
waking in darkness, he saw
curtains
waving manifold,
their inward edges
delectably touched by carbon light
white as sugar—extravagant—
and elsewhere was black.
 62° 
Gracelyn Hill
Waiting:
is a sign of true love and patience. Anyone can say I love you, but not everyone can wait and prove it's true.
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Gold
 56° 
Chantell Wild
A moment with you
Is a lifetime
And a lifetime
Is gone in a moment.
 56° 
rufus
_
i want to ask how you are.
 55° 
sheila sharpe
(A WARNING TO THE CURIOUS)

Distance yourself
from this world
before you
into its troubled atmosphere
are hurled
 52° 
blackbiird
i wanna die. i wanna die.
i wanna die. i wanna die.
i wanna die. i wanna die.
but i can't seem to pull the trigger.
 50° 
the dirty poet
i see the flyer at starbucks

"are you caucasian?
without mental health
and drug problems?"

wow
i don’t know the answer to any of these questions
is a jew a caucasian?
is the occasional *****, ****-slamming drunken rampage
a drug problem?
as for mental health
i’m a deadbeat poet and unpopular pop musician
i’ve got a job fighting death and boredom
and i just changed my facebook password to "eat ****"
my frustrations have driven weaker souls to homicide
but are these PROBLEMS?
 50° 
Hg
wri
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threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
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l
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t
t
l
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.
©Hg
 50° 
JR Falk
so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.
3:06am
08.09.18

im actually drinking coffee rn. rip
 50° 
Invisible
We can measure blood pressure,
But what about mental pressure?
Peer pressure.
The kind of pressure
That leads to us
Believing that we're not good enough.
Pressure and motivation.
Not the same thing.
.
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