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oh, but look at what grew

all because of the dirt
that they once threw
There are no perfect goodbyes
As hard as may try
We can plan them
Imagine them
But there are no perfect goodbyes
hey you. why
do                          you
always                       want
to                          confuse

t      .      h
when emotions goes overboard. what do you choose more- listening to your head or your heart more?
i never intended
to take apart
all the pieces
you glued back
In my madness
I’m a lone wolf

When I’m sane I will be with you
I’ll care for you
I’ll be kind
I’ll smile and chat

But in my madness
I’ll be magnificent
Greater than Life

When I’m sane I’ll be with you
When I’m mad
I’ll write poetry

I’ll be with you when I’m sane
Because you read my poetry
Ashly Kocher
At the end of the day
You are the heart of it all
Anika Nelson
You're thirsty?
Let me offer you some of my tears!
(I've got plenty)
The Lone Rager
Do you think, even, Ole McDonald knows
what the **** "EIEIO" means?
harlee kae
when you're little
everything feels black and white
good vs evil
a perfectly labeled box
for you to divide people into
experiences into

but the older i get
the more i realize
life is all about the gray
and most things are a mix of good and bad
happy and sad
an abundance of hues
some in crisp lines
and others splattered all about

and that maybe it's up to us
to make the painting worthwhile
i don't know. it was better in my head.
it was like we had our hands tied together but,
you were finding out your way out of the threads first,
wanting to get away like my skin was getting too hot to touch,
but you didn't know my knots were already loose,
i got away first.
this is the part where i fell out of love
Victoria Edwards
I walk through ****
To heal the fallen angels
Because halos shine brighter
In the glow of the underworld

They've abandoned God's light
In search for another
For within a sinful plight
The hater becomes the lover

And perhaps I'm them
trapped beneath an expression
Because in place of my God
I am stuck in depression
August burned quickly, incipient nostalgia
prematurely vanished, mellow and gentle
sea stone on the tiled table, cedar plank
with fish, sunset through the eye-slit window

thigh high in life and riding wherever life
takes me like a hopeless romantic
shout out to ang for lighting literally every poem of mine up

edit: Daily #2 babyyyyyy
Joshua Marshall
I'm sorry, I have to
break your heart.
I can't pretend to
feel the same.

It may mean we
have to part.
You'll forgive me
one of these days.
torn apart
unable to mend
pieces scattered across the galaxy
lost in the vortex of time
taken for granted time after time
fabrication of tears sown on my soul
I want to feel this no more
Alex Teng
Break the norms and raise high,
Who told you, that you cannot fly.
Gray Ndiaye
an unforeseen pain
a burst of misery
potentially fatal
this hurt cannot be described
Luna Maria
a red liquid
flew as tears over your
not because of sadness or grief,
but caused by guilt
we won't let you forget what you've done
the blood of the innocent
keeps sticking on your body.
I feel so ****** up lately
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

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
Find hope through God
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.
How I feel when I'm with you
Storm Albertyn
Four helping hands
Its two for two
The third to last
Is feeling blue

Let go, let go
Can't hold no more
Let go, let go
Now three not four

Three helping hands
Now all for one
The third to last
He's time is done
F A Pacelli
a spark transforms
into a raging fire
crackling and bursting  
voraciously consuming all
with time the fire subsides
into dark glowing embers
radiating soft warm heat
that burns just as deeply
as the flame that gave it life
this is the progression of love
Katie Miller
I keep getting this feeling
That I'm just not enough
You say you love me
But, tell me, do you?
Vanessa Gatley
I like
Fred Tabitha
maybe it's peer presure
maybe it's love
but i don't know
and all i know is
that i can't stop
thinking about you
maybe it's not my fault
maybe it's theirs
but i don't know
and all i know is
that i can't stop
thinking about you
and it's not your fault
but maybe it's mine
and i wish i knew
but all i know is
i can't stop
thinking about you
i just wish
i could find a fix for this
this is for the boy i like 5/24/2019
Sharmila Juliet
Even a single rose can
Portray a beautiful picture
As you do.
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*
Peter B
Her eyes
reflect my moon.
In her eyes
it's always full.
The bitterness next to the desire
Love hurts! they say, but I am tired
Like weird sisters they go hand in hand
He is like an open itchy wound and you love that too
Becomes a part of him and you
It becomes the canvas for sickly passionate love
The pain as a way to connect with us
Loving you is bitter, no longer a good plan
Good memories blended with little knives
Good memories not distinguished from bad ones
What a twisted way to fall in love
Smooth cool air moves across the land
where love has no limits to its endurance
where even the mighty seas are at peace,

Love is the beauty of God
a gift to all of us
Love is the light that shines so bright
in our lives even on the darkest of nights,

The sea moves along its pearls of waves
whereas in the night sky shines its light
upon the sandy banks
where nature produces its beauty all around us,

Love is a beautiful gift from God
like a rose is so easy on the eyes
so is the love of God on our hearts.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1982
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Silent Moon
But you're too quiet to be one.
In elementary school, I was overall a quiet child but meanwhile my friends wanted to do the school talent show. I chose to be the monster who screamed and jumped out of the blanket multiple times but they said I was too quiet. Therefore, I ended up not doing it. I fairly regret this now.
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
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
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
What goes through the mind of a poet
It would frighten most people and I know it

The things you think of to write about
Take you to places that most folks would have doubt

The words that find their way to paper
We wish sometimes, would turn to vapor

We see things in dimensions, that are dimensional
Is that a word, if it is, it's just plain criminal

See what I mean, about the mind of a poet
I think my brain just exploded, I want a doughnut

Brian Hill - 2019#126
Wonder what could have been the inspiration for these words.....?
Sometimes it just takes over....
I want to lower myself onto you
Onto your tongue

I want to watch while you reach for me

I grab your hair
Feel me

I want to move with you
Unit I forget

Rise and fall
I try to stay quiet
But I don't care too much

Look at me
Not in my eyes
Watch when I take you
Watch my eyes roll
Watch my hips move

Kiss me
Kiss me please
Kiss my lips my chin my neck my chest my nips my
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