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B J Truax
She was a throw away girl.
The one that was used.
She was a throw away girl.
So many times abused.
She was a throw away girl.
A bad man stared me in the eye with a punctured gaze.
Oh god whatever shall I do.
Oh god whatever shall I say.
Mother wished me a happy birthday.
Father wished me good luck in my journey.
Brother sisters please just utter my name.
My wife, my beautiful wife, will we ever be the same?

I don't want to take that bullet.
I don't want to fry my brain.
I don't want to sing the chorus.
I don't want to be so lame.
Barrie T Whittaker

12 December 2019

Pining for that special day,
Leaves only seedless hours,
Wasted, life unplayed.

You are my gift.
Let’s unwrap you.
You’ll never know love so strong,
Or much,
As the things that fit in your palms,
Wider than galaxies,
Brighter than stars in our eyes,
Wonder of skies,
When gravity’s a force you can touch
but you’re scared you could break it,
And love’s so real you can’t fake it.
My second daughter was born yesterday and she’s more perfect than my words can describe. Love ya to bits Bright Eyes.
Thomas Moore
I missed you,
Without you I didn't know what I was doing,
I lost myself in a bottle too afraid to face my music,
What have I become?
Alone with my demons starring down the barrel of a gun,
Poetry my love, she picked me up and rested the voices in my head,
Never left my side when life left a man for dead...
Jupiters Arrow
Once upon a time,
there was a place where people could run
as free as they wanted
Once upon a time
That time is not here
That time has never been here
Diksha Prashar
There was time, I was too gone
Only negativity I pronounced
So deep in my misery
Forgot about the people
I can count on
Wounded from the unseen battles
No voice to protect my crown
No solitude to lie down
Judgemental eyes, feeding from your cries
Blazing flames,
Burning your sage
Ashamed to carry
The scars you attained
Forbidden yourself from, mingling game
There was time, I was to gone
To call myself sane
if i were to forget us
how would you
remind me of us?
-es's poetry.
Ciel Noir
I dreamed
a strange dark room
many flights of stairs
and in the middle
strange dark space
where some colossal
god once stood
i haven't known you that long
so i wasn't thinking of what could go wrong.
i liked all of you verily
thought we'd be more than friends happily.

but you were a scoundrel,
one i did not know too well.
you were a fabulist,
deceit is what you always insist.

i guess i was just too naive
in you i continued to believe.
now the red flags are waving at me,
telling me to go and fly free.
Lu Lu
he's not you
and that's ok
he's mine
you're no longer ~
no guilt
no shame
no vindication
Mandy Turner
Your friendship
has calmed the storm that ravaged inside.
Your love
has extinguished the fire in my head.
Your laughter
has evaporated the tears in my eyes.
All that remains is calmness
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
Smiling in delight.

Smiling in sorrow.

What's the difference?

You can't tell.
Lock me in ice,
Freeze me beyond my bones.
Let me become a visceral tundra,
Devoid of all,
Leaving only a chilling silence to roam.

Crystalize my blood; make ruby shards.
Tear the skin with your glacial flames.
Seize a still beating heart with Death’s arctic claws,
Puncture it with five frosting talons,
to diminish the simmering heat that remains.

If you’re going to ice my heart:
Spare no wrath, tear me right apart.
Since I made a fire poem, I felt obligated to make an ice poem. This one is more about love than Its counterpart, but that’s ok I think. I have to stop writing poetry in Trigonometry...
Luna Pan
You loved her, you loved her so much that you wasted me.
You thought that i was her, but i'm not her.
I'm much more than her.
I'm a combination of twisted mind and a beautiful heart.
Magdalena Galindo
Love is funny thing
It has never been easy for me-
Opening up to someone

But with you it was so easy
Seemingly perfect
Clear skies
What a surprise
Not a cloud in sight
Its almost as if there was no storm last night
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
Michelle L
I lean on his shoulder when
I am down. By warming me up he

Calms me. “I’m sorry” I said,
But I’m told not to worry. He

Tells me I am loved,
That all he needs is me

And I couldn’t ask for more than his
Caring self, or the sweet words from his mouth

That picks me up from my lows. Was
There ever a time as enjoyable as this? Even a

Small moment I may have forgotten? I’m being straight
When I say that I can’t fit my joy in this line.
This is a golden shovel poem. Using a line from Neil Hilborn’s OCD “when she said she loved me his mouth was a straight line”
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
Abandon me never, My Light...
You are the heat in my fire,
The Sparkle ...I admire!
The Life...In my breath,
For my heart you are Beth,
A shine in me You kindled,
All the negatory was swindled,
Abandon me never... My Light,
My tenacities you don't let weaken,
Always guiding..You are my beacan,
Forgiving my sins.. always you support
In plight and agony,
I come thy Porte,
Tend to me ...Your lap I seek
Listen always...
As to you when I speak,
I' m on my knees ,
I surrender...
With You in sight...
Abandon me never.....
O My Light!
doodle poodle
Little by little the raindrops fall
little by little you see me.

Underneath the sheer
veil of doubt

I watch as my dreams fall
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
of a sugar high
But really,
I was just being
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
A Poet's Voice
the pen is my needle
the words are my drug
the parchment, my vein
my name is bill hughes
and i am a poetry addict
Abby Kernoghan
I want to get lost somewhere other then my own head
You’ll be fine  driving away with the words you should have said
While I’m under the moon wishing I was dead
A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover

It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
Noni Winters
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone

Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter

You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen

And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions

I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no

So there you sit
Perfectly unpolished
A love

I can only visit
when i spoke
your words covered mine

when I speak
your words slip out

i don’t think I will speak again
i don’t think I can
maybe you can try
if im only speaking your words im not gonna speak at all

as she trudged up the mountain
      / \
    /     \
  /         \
/             \
victory pulsing through her veins

badum badum badum badum

her eyes set intently on the peak

a deathly stare

she knew she could do anything

anything at all

she was anything but meek

this world is not for the meek
The line “this world is not from the meek” I took from a poem I wrote last school year called “Story of a Lonely Bird”.
Nargis Parveen
It's not cold.
Defeating winter,
Spring sends me love-letter.
Don't I need blue bird any more?
No, no, this heart he tore.
O poet, you are a liar,
You are a self-admirer.
You only like to hurt,
That's a long chart.
You are playing love-game,
Constantly hankering after fame.
Oh no! Hear me,
All the time I feel it's he.
Then, why are you away?
It's my strategy not to say.
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.
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth

there is nothing more tragic
than the souls falling in love
simply at the wrong time

The things you’ve said
The things that happened
Burned in my memories
I close my eyes
It all plays on repeat
Like a broken record
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -                  
                                           Me too.

She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .

When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?

one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -

Time. Is. Up.
she’s everything i am,
and everything i could be
she gets tired and lonesome,
and she’s suffered for me

she’s strong and capable,
and someone i look up to
her unconditional love is powerful,
and she’s lessened every pain i’ve gone through

time after time again,
she’s forgiven my selfish ways
because she has always been a part of me,
and she’s always here to stay
a letter to myself
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