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 620° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

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       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.
 470° 
DG
DG
DG is not my name.
Not my lover, not my pet.
DG is who kept me sane,
but he is now upset.
I know this won't make much sense but I wanted to write it. People inbox me to ask what my initials stand for. It's not my name.
 300° 
Ron Gavalik
At 6:00, I drank
to remember,
to swim in the nectar
of consequences secreted
over a lifetime.
At midnight, I drank
to forget.

—Ron Gavalik
 245° 
Jack Jenkins
So many words placed with delicate zeal I have left at your feet
Cover to cover my love for you fills the book of my heart
Has anyone loved as fervently as I have you?
My pages remain eternally locked away
None has the heart to read them
I don't even have a key left
There is no use for one
You remain alone
Pallid lover
I'm sorry
//On her and love//
 217° 
Luvanna
Mom asked me a simple question
'What do you want to be?'
So I answered proudly
'I wanna be an astronaut,
simply because I want to thank every each
of the stars and the galaxy,
for taking care of you and letting me have you
in my humble life'
 204° 
Angel
You're my favorite hello
And my worst goodbye
First in the morning
You're always on my mind
And when I'm in bed
Closing my eyes
And every little second in between
You're always in my thoughts
And nothing can intervene
 176° 
Christy Sandhu
i need my piece of space
i need peace
can you let go of me please
 144° 
mercy party
as roots now rot
my thoughts are caught
the deeper they dig
and bower my heart
like a progressive death of twigs
 135° 
Alex B
I think I know you
But I’m not sure if
We ever really met
 131° 
Sky
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
anew.
 126° 
Anne J
Prisms of a heart
Shatters of mind and soul and
Lessons for a hurt brain
And yet again I make a poem about a topic I’ve never experienced lol. This is gonna be in some fanfic I’m gonna write and I found it good enough to put here.
 124° 
Clive B Dalton
There are no friends
or foes
upon this page
No giddy heights
or falls from Grace
Just the tender kiss
and my embrace
 101° 
Mykenzie
We say goodbye
Just to say hello again
 97° 
Floor
...
My mom asked me what I wanted to be
'I want to be one of the stars' I answered
'You want to be above everyone else?' she asked
'I want to be gone and I want to turn into dust' I told her
Silence followed
 97° 
thara
in solitude
i find peace
in the silent night
i am free
~silver
 94° 
Deadwood Jawn
Indeed.

I am
Enveloped in
The cobalt-blue
Ocean of despondency
Tonight.

Do not save me.

Rather,
Come and be present
With me.

I love you.
I can't sleep.
 93° 
Kora Sani
i anchor
myself
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
 92° 
NTK
In my head a hail ensues;
It leaks through my eyes as rain...
Stress
 90° 
Rhoni Marjonelle
it was surreal,
absurd to be
precise.

he was all
that mattered,
since last
september.

he was
everything
as far as she
could remember.

he was all
that was left,
but he was bereft
from her
by him.

his discoloration
painted her rainbows
lavender.
 87° 
John Niederbuhl
Does a bigger brain
******* reality
Or make up stories?
 84° 
RVani Kalyani
Wish I could just hop on a cloud,
And ride it to the places I loved.
Wish I could pluck all the stars,
And become one of the Tsars,
Wonder what's daydreaming called in the night,
Is there anything more beautiful than moonlight?
With the sound of shuffling leaves
I gaze at the moon
With you on my mind
And I will you to glance up, too,
And I wonder if you will.
I wonder if we’ll ever find ourselves
Gazing up to the sky
Miles apart
And so connected
With the blue light
That shines in our eyes
As the strings to our hearts
Strengthen again.
Love me until the end
As I will love you.
 82° 
Beatrice Prior
turning an year older
wasnt a tectonic shift
nothing changed
the world still smelled
of destroyed lives
and ruined happiness
 76° 
Rama Krsna
under a cloudless sky
in this city of inconstancy
a perfect half moon
dazzles

the dark half
my tamasic nature
the bright half
your sattvic smile

forget not
any light thrives only
in the depth of intense darkness
cos my crepuscular complexion
alone absorbs thy fiery splendor

darling ambika!
having given
every pore to you
nothing remains

(to be continued....)

© 2019
sattvic: pure, light, goodness
tamasic: laziness, ignorance
 74° 
Katinka
You
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time
first.

You
with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best
second.

You
with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love
third.

You
with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

I
with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
 73° 
Eva Aloezos
Wake up
tweet,

retweet
repeat,

take a picture of all that you eat
gaze at strangers you’ll never meet.

kneel at the alter of group think,
offer up your mind to the narcissism machine that is social media.

For life is plagued with lows
and touched by the silver lining of highs,

enjoy each moment without seeking validation,
our time on earth is brief so pay less attention
to the screens which cause the world to never truly be seen.
 71° 
Francis Coquilla
oh darling,
even if you rate yourself as
6 out of 10
i will still love you,
10 out of 6
 66° 
Ben Tol
Limitless possibilities,
Countless times,
Incredible polarities,
Audacious crimes,
Captivated audiences,
Questioning minds,
Truthfully faking,
Emotions benign,
Stars distorted,
Unnatural designs,
Hope for Oscar,
Critics chime.
 66° 
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 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.
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

friends
family
the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
A fickle finch's heart
always flitting from limb to limb,
its gaze always fleeting.
But colors worn so proud,
gold in the green and blue in the briar,
so like a fool I try to fly.
 59° 
Blade Maiden

The room in starlight bathed
My body unscathed
Swimming indoors
sheets are shores

Wash over me like the tide
for I don't sleep at night
Swimming indoors
where it always pours

Moon reflection
on my cushion
Swimming indoors
following ancient lores

Diving deep to find
an Atlantis on my mind
Swimming indoors
til reaching the dream's source
 56° 
Mouthpiece
only the caged wolf
tries to dominate
the wolves around him
by proving how much more of a wolf
he is than the others

as above, so below
i suppose
 56° 
Lady Ravenhill
Stars float overhead
Lady lighthouse to starboard
She safeguards our soul

Haiku #104
@ladyRavenhill 2019
Haiku 104
 54° 
JaxSpade
Something for the night
A whiskey bottle
Jazz
Some deep bass
Candlelight
Something to twist your feet
Slide pull
A little closer
And leave
Something for the night
To remember
That song in the guitar
That old saxophone
Belting tones and exploding them
Shooting stars
A comet with a fiery tale
Blazing upon the atmosphere
Leaving a trail
Like a musical note
Floating in your ear
Something for the night
Could be what you hear
When the sounds penetrated
They entered the brains stem
They pounded a dope beat
With a dope drum
And it pounded continuously
Into my cranium
Something for the night
When the night came
There was a magical existence
Of a phenomenon appearing
Out of thin air
Another whiskey bottle
I can still hear the jazz
Tugging on my ear lobe
Molesting my hands
The way she wraps around me
When the song began
Something for the night
To have
 45° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 44° 
Alexys Marie
Do not hand me a feather
And expect me to fly .
For feathers feel heavy
When I carry so many .
And I know I should be stronger
Because others carry more .
But my body’s grown weak
and
I will
                        

drop
them .
 43° 
Dennis Willis
It's all about
The attention you get
Not from poetry

That's a bath
of unmatching
Angst

Uncounted syllables
and unrhymed
utterances

Splashing about like
some lower form
of soul

Raisins are needed
to offset
your parched

Appreciation and
foregiveness
that suicide themselves

in that barren
self
you call home
 43° 
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.

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