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 590° 
Sarah Munoz
Hips
Beckon love
Bear birthing babes
Beloved in a lullaby
Sway
Elfchen Poem
 236° 
Fahad
Itโ€™s your eyes ...

Your magic!

When you stare ...

Like a pause ...

With no stop!

I like your eyesโ€™ white ...

Innocence?!

Always ...

You can have me any time ...

Any time you do the same thing!

Same beautiful thing!

Like never happen ...

Before ...

Or

After ...

I like the way you look at me!
 156° 
John Destalo
I asked her
where she
was going

I asked her
where she
was from
 143° 
Nikh
I just did something
And now Iโ€™m hated by
The one I love most
Hereโ€™s a little haiku
๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ด
๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ง๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ
๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด
๐˜—๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜บ๐˜ป๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ๐˜ฃ๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ด

๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ
๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฅ๐˜ญ๐˜บ
๐˜“๐˜ฆ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ
๐˜›๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฅ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ฏ

๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ท๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜บ
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ต
๐˜’๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ช๐˜ตโ€™๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ญ๐˜บ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ง๐˜ต
๐˜›๐˜ฐ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ-๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ

๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜บ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ถ๐˜ด๐˜ต
๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฃ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ
๐˜š๐˜ช๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ฃ๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด
๐˜Š๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ด๐˜ด๐˜ถ๐˜ณ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ง๐˜ง๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ต ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด

๐˜๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ด ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ญ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ด
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ง ๐˜ฃ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฌ
 111° 
Bhill
conversations in my mind are often complicated
the crisis here, in fact, is that it's tolerated
what to do and what to think, are often misconstrued
it makes it hard to understand, what is to be pursued
I must unwind this twisted mind and put it down in text
adjectives, adverbs, nouns, and such, it's hard to see what's next

Brian Hill - 2020 # 221
D you all have this same issue?
 104° 
Mitch Prax
I am not
for everyone.
I am not
for this life.
I am not even for myself
on most days.
 97° 
Feather
Try hard as I may
To make sure I never fail
I stumble and fall and obstacles seem so tall
Will I make it out okay?

Twists and turns and Iโ€™m barely out of it all
When a new challenge arises and Iโ€™m fighting it now
Afraid to admit and determined to succeed
Criticise not my faults but only my misdeeds
 92° 
Luna Maria
I see you looking at me
in a broken mirror and
I promise to hold your hand
dry your tears
and I will make for you a
soft universe.
I promise myself I will be okay
 77° 
avyukta
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
forever
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
grant
themselves
but will
give you
all of

 70° 
rohayani
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
 60° 
Mrs Anybody
dear diary,

today i
fell in love
with
a stranger
also check out my other poems!  :)
 55° 
Haadiya Sunasara
The books I read,
The songs I listen to...
All fill me with envy
Such lives they have
Filled with feelings and emotions
I would die to feel
My insides are numb
As if turned to stone
My mind's dead,
My heart asleep
I carry on like a machine
I want to escape my life
 54° 
lifeonLSD
Her touch changes in gold
Everywhere she goes
The people around her know

Except for her
Midas

His touch changes in gold
Everywhere he goes
The people around him know

Except for him
 54° 
Joe Marcello
Note to the rioters and looters
Though justice maybe blind
All the law abiding citizens
Can all see you just fine
 54° 
fika
donโ€™t let others take advantage of your vulnerability
 46° 
Kirsten Claire
After twenty-one years
I have finally learned
That my heart
Does not have to be left as a gift
On the doorstep of another
And I can leave that special gift
At my own front door



8/13/2020
 39° 
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
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 38° 
david badgerow
and so there she stands
your daughter liberty
alone and weak
because you left her unattended
in a sundress and fireman's coat with blood
on her chin and her face contorted
for the cameras to see
stupefied on the edge of the gravel pit
with the confetti ash swirling in her hair
and her eyes filled with animal fear
as her slack body slams against the railing
and a swan song swells in her throat

they use billy clubs to beat back the rats
under the skull of the moon and
the fickle stars like frantic pouncing eagles
the neighborhood dying has scratch marks all over it
diamonds etched in storefront windows
and rollicking clouds of tear gas to make it fun
there's a ****** taking a **** out in the open street
and where's the flag? oh i remember
it's snagged on a parapet five stories up
burning in the ignored sunset between
the silent buildings

we are an enormous pile of sentient garbage
coming up from the rot wearing life preservers
advancing with the picket line tide
blowing flashbang death on flugelhorns
outside the framework of the 2-party system
invented by the mongrels in hollywood
guerrillas moving in troupes thru the city streets
filled with exhilarating hope and
plumes of smoke insurgents chanting
violence is american as apple pie

i keep my tv dark to reflect the flames
of the grocery store outside and my insides
feel ripped up,ย i've never had a shave this close
squish my denim body against the window like a telescope
to hear the growl from the depths under the city
this is the moment just before something big happens

this is the flashover
this is when the panic begins
there's a man in a tree out in palmdale and
i need the morphine to tell me it isn't my fault
i need my pastor to tell me god doesn't lie
tonight the fuses blew out on an entire continent
tonight i wept
 37° 
Rushil
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
 34° 
strawberry
it could all end at this moment.
the human body is so weak, i could end it all here at this second.
i donโ€™t know if itโ€™s me being off medication.
i donโ€™t know if this is just the way i am.
and i donโ€™t know if itโ€™s because iโ€™m insane.
i want to end my life. i wish to have my throat slit as it was in my dream.
it was so warm.
like a hug
 34° 
Amanda Sant'Anna
It was monday night
When he wrote me a letter
With all the words he could not say
He filled his bag, and left me sleeping
I woke up empty
He told me he was evil
He told me he was saving me
And that he was doomed to be alone
I drank some coffee to taste the bitterness
If only he had asked me
I would have said I'm evil too
I would have said we could be dark together
I would have told him light is overrated
And that his eyes were enough to guide our way
But he just left
And I went to work
The computer screen was so bright
It made me sick
messy poem, just for self expression
 34° 
Desire
you,
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
you,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
 34° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 32° 
romy
can I be your morning coffee
right when you wake up

and your warm cup of tea
before you go to sleep

wishing I was the cup against your lips
held right below my hips

can I be the tears running down your cheeks
and the shadow right under your nose

can I be the music you listen to on a rainy day
and the dimple right below your eyes

can I be your breath after walking up the stairs
and your late nights completely unaware
of all the things I want to be to you

can I be yours?
 31° 
Chris Saitta
Love not the empress curve of your cheek,
The many-storied, empty ziggurat of belief,
The man-handled, baked brick built so high,
Your grotty thighs are pasted with all your lovers,
Your lacquered heart is glazed by luminous grief,
Head-bearer of broken vases as your crown,
Filled with dry dust from liquid stars.
 31° 
Natalija
Hands up
Don't be shy
Say it out
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย loud

ย ย  You hate the world!

Envy more
Stay jelous
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Ignorant

But don't come
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Crying
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย  Terrified
ย ย ย ย ย ย  And lonely
When everything is over
Ode to Ignorant humans who destroy mother Earth carelesly
 30° 
Stevie Ray
I
feel
without
myself.
 30° 
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
 28° 
K
I donโ€™t want money
and
I donโ€™t want flowers
I want a connection
and
I want to talk for hours
I want to know
why your soul is so sad
I want to be your relief
and
I want to understand
I want to help you
and
I want you to feel free

But most of all

*I just want you to want me
 27° 
Hugo Pierce
I am swimming in an endless ocean
At the mercy of temperamental waters
My effort dictated by an apathetic sea
The volatile storms give reason to my struggle
But when the crashing waves cease
And the tide is still
I wonder why I am even swimming
There is no land in sight
No clear direction
Yet if I desist
I begin to drown
Sometimes I just hold my breath
Sink into the depths of despair
Just as I am ready to accept my demise
My toes brush the jagged coral
I mustn't rest on this bed
Or I'll sleep forever
Suffocating
I muster what little energy I have left
Launching off the seabed
Ascending through the pain
Gasping for air at the surface
Relief washes over me
I have escaped the jaws of death once more
Only to end up back here
Swimming in the endless ocean.
This poem depicts the struggles of suicidal depression. The way each day can seem like you are constantly at war with yourself just to maintain your sanity and repress the thoughts that try to take over. The bad days often better than the good because you have a justifiable reason to feel bad. Often you get tired and can want to sink into the dark place rather than fight it, but it can get so bad that you are ready to give up. Usually, at this moment you find a reason to survive and carry on. When you have reached rock bottom, it's either do or die. You work to pick yourself up and put the pieces back together, start getting out of bed, eating again and exercising, only to end up back where you started, fighting each day just to be ok.
 27° 
Jessica
I can hear what it sounded like
A million years ago
It was quieter
I can hear a pine needle drop
On the rain battered forest ground
It sounds like the barely audible clink
Of harmonics on a guitar
There is probably greatest virtue in the surrender
Of rustling trees blown by archaic windsย ย 
We could all learn from that sound
To be carefree and beautiful
in the hands of nature and time
A magical friend
Kind, true, comical and real
I can count on you
8/12/20
 27° 
Simpleton
Trace the shadows of where the joy in the journey still thirsts inside you
Taste the red truth in the ribbon of your tongue
I want you to see the cloak over the song of your heart
Isn't it a mercy that the city is unaware of your dreams?
I'd tell you there's freedom in the way your future lingers as it walks the aisle
And it can meet only you
So don't be discouraged
If the night sets
And the dawn comes
Time and time again
Want only the sky
The heavens will open
For they were made for you
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