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maybe we aren't fundamentally weak
but we just have a small fraction of a moment when we're weak
and in that moment, we lay in bed too sad to move a limb or we simply do not want to see the world beyond our front door
this is ok
we are not weak to the core we are weak in the moment
we are not fundamentally weak we are fundamentally human

three empty words
i want to fill

three empty words
i want to feel
I have no reason to be sad.
I have food on my table,
I live in a luxurious stable,
I’m not disabled nor financially unstable.
Everything I want, I had.
So please explain to me how I went all bad?
there is this vertical scar on my arm.
still raised, still partially scabbed, slightly pink.
for some reason it reminds me of bliss.
Stars only reflect
the inner most desires
burning to escape.
Something is missing
In her smile
A perfect, glowing smile

         -Where is your dancing tooth, Aicha.

         -Here it is.

Gift-wrapped as a pearl
Tucked in a paper bed

         -Goodnight baby

Till tomorrow
Rise and shine
So when my uncle smile
As if he smile for sunrise
A poem for my niece.
She had her first wiggling tooth removed on 10/11/2018. Yesterday the second. I love you Kitty :)
Maria Etre
I have been
the language of thuds
till a sailor
heard my heart
and deciphered
its tone

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Morse Code Translator Insert Message here
Mike Hauser
one fine day
it all came true
like a piece of cake
every i love you
every knowing nod
every gentle nudge
as you count the cost
on every thought of love

one fine day
all the day could do
was to make its way
through its daily loop
with one end up
and one end down
being simple enough
with love around

one fine day
out of the blue
life ran its course
on a whistles tune
on a gravel road
under a quarter moon
to the simple truth
of i love you
" That's just me "

You’ll hear her say

" I am lesser than beautiful "
I refuse to believe that
I am of worth
What exactly am I?

A courageous soul who is unapologetically herself

Well, the truth is
I look in the mirror to only see
My reflections disappoint
No longer can I say that
My beauty radiates from within

now read from bottom to top
There are worse things
than a broken heart
but to a romantic
to a poet soul
it's fuel, it's fodder
we keep scratching the scab off
and fingerpainting in the pool of our own blood
still working on closing the wound..
I place the hammer on my chest
and laid on the ground as the pain consumed me
I tried to lift it a couple of times
lift that endless weight between my *******
but I wasn't strong enough
I would never be strong enough

I placed a weight on top of the hammer
and felt my heart skip a beat
suddenly, I found it hard to breath
I tried to lift it a couple of times
but I wasn't strong enough
I would never be strong enough

It was all my fault
I became the antagonist in my story
and even the hero in me couldn't beat me
the cycle continued
and I fell deeper into the sea of pain.
i dont miss you

i miss the warmth of your hugs
the blitheness of your kisses
and the sweet scent of your cologne

but i dont miss you
sorry I haven't been writing much recently, life has been too ******* me and I'm struggling to cope.
I had never seen such pretty tears
I wanted to feel each drop
Taste the sadness
But I would give you all my tears
To make it stop
To take the pain
To see your smile
Of sun and light
Without it
My world is not bright
As humans,

you take
the love,

kitty heart
the red roses beneath my feet,
the once white roses.
have seen much defeat.
  they were painted with blood,
of my very own,
just look at them,
they have trapped my sole.
My poetry
It means
When I can’t
Share it
With you
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.

Now read from bottom to top.
A Blizzard
There are flecks of
Salt on my tongue,
The sea replaces the
Blood in my veins, and
I can feel the sand on my skin.
But the sting of the
Air in my lungs remain.
Probably one of my favorite poems I've written and one of the firsts.
i’m just not cutting it anymore.
and you are lying straight to my face
to the moon
They'll surround you
They'll keep you
They'll befriend you
They'll love you


When they don't need you
When they won't want you

They'll leave you

Back to the corner
Again to stay,
As a stranger.
I let different boys touch me
Because I wanted to know
Even for a second
What it felt like to be loved
Even if that love was cheap
And it tasted like ***
Like the punchline to a joke
I never got because it was me

I let different boys have different parts of me
Parts that they didn't deserve
But I offered up willingly because I couldn't give anything else
Because you broke me
And I was looking for different fingers
To place different pieces and hoping
That the outcome would be a masterpiece
That maybe one of them would find a way
To cover up the handprints you left all over me

I let different boys touch me because I had to prove to myself that you wouldn't be the only one
That the scars that mark my body wouldn't define my worth to be loved
I am still not entirely sure that you aren't the only one
Who could ever touch me

I let different boys touch me because that is all I have been taught
To be a joke
To be silent
To be ready to give until you have nothing left
- I am hoping one of them will show me
- they keep leaving me and I am to scared to offer up anything more than my body to get them to stay
you once called me your dream girl
I was terrified that some day you'd wake up
He writes poetry
But no one knows

He writes poetry
He writes about love
And loss

He writes about smiles
And frowns

He writes about sorrow
And forgotten towns

He writes about how lost he gets
Caught up in his own mind

He writes poetry to
And about others

But no one knows

Know one knows the depth of his soul
Because they all choose to see the exterior
And that exterior screams

And preppy
Don't have souls

Or so they thought
Until the day he was consumed
By his own poetry
Ria Mehrotra
It took the gift and loss of love
The joining and breaking of hearts
To come to the realization
That feeling is an art

I mimic your hands
Clawing my stomach and back
But I have a knife instead
And blood spills from the cracks

It flows when I call out your name
And paints my bed and sheets
If only you’d come back
Then you’d see my masterpiece
we are the sun and moon never destined to meet

but rare times we did

felt like fate.

-the sun called it love while the world shielded their eyes from the damage  

It hurts to be this empty.

It hurts to long this much.

All I ever needed from you

was a loving touch.

Maybe a smile

a laugh


But I was met with harsh words

and cold blue eyes.

How can emptiness be so heavy?
emily Sarker
To the girl that let him go,
I thank you the most.
Ammar Younas
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
Evert night at 2 AM
Different poems are written
Different words are scribbled
Different papers are crumpled
But only one thought she had
Yet, word can't help her convey the feelings
"Empty" has much more than herself
"Sad" is not sadder than she thought
"Broken" is more whole than her
"Hurting" ain't just bleeding just like her
And when words can't take the role
It's the blade that play with her
Every cuts has meaning
Everything is her unreleased feeling
Sometimes, words are not enough to tell what we really feel and most words doesn't fit to the emotions we are holding.
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I felt like space
so so alone
Skyler M
arms and legs
spell untimely stories
just as eyes
are the windows to souls
the scars on foreheads
and the bruises on hands
take home
the stories you dont want told
"you don't know my brain. the way you know my name" -Anathema by twenty one pilots
you don't look at me
I get wet in the rain

ever since I am soaked in love

it is not that important
I sell my jacket

ever since I stayed in frosty

don't think of me at all
that is how know life

ever since wandered the edge of the cliff

maybe it is necessary
transform fear to pleasure

ever since I listened to  the wind like a song
Alex B
Someone stole my color
And threw it to the wind
Scattered like ashes
I don’t know if I’ll ever find it

Someone stole my color
From the face I know so well
I saw it in the cotton candy clouds
And the teal ocean swell

Someone stole my color
I guess that’s where it went
The world looks so much brighter
Like something heaven-sent

Someone stole my color
And that’s what no one knows
Depression isn’t black
It’s the color of a rose

It’s the light orange in a sunset
And the yellow of a peach
Light blue, my favorite color
So simply out of reach

Purple like my favorite eyeshadow
No, lavender, I’d guess you’d say
And my favorite music artist
Although he has passed away

Someone stole my color
Now everything’s too bright
I suppose sometimes darkness
Isn’t the opposite of light

Someone stole my color
So I’ll wear grey and black
As if in mourning
Until I get it back
Star BG
My poem shows no gender
no color of self.
Just words standing on their own merit.
Vibrating from pen to page,
page to eyes
eyes to readers heart.

My poem written with intent
will not tell where I lay my hat,
or financial status.

Vibrating from visions to mind,
mind to moment
moment to dream.

Its content of words
strung like pearls speak truth
and that is all that matters.

So read on and dance
or perhaps praise, or cry
in gallery of words
It is my gift to you.
Just playing with words that flow in sparks of thoughts.

I was made to

So sorry, there’s been so many things going on on my end...
There’s been more down than up and I needed a mental break to prevent another breakdown.
I’m sorry that I disappeared again.
I don’t mean to worry anyone.
I really truly appreciate you all and all the support given.
I hope you guys can forgive me...
Love you guys so much.
Thank you so so much for 257 followers.
It's amazing I even managed to get this far...
Lyn ***
sometimes lips tell feelings
better than words do
Jeremy Bean
We are all heard
its usually too late
My couch,
Is death,
And avoidance is a second language,
Ask me do I speak it?
Conjoined twins,
Of misery and manipulation,
No calls,
Only cushions and customer's custom complaints,
From tomorrow,
The phone wont ring,
So I'll stay down this road,
Listening to headlines and headlights
Moody music dwelling,
Where the lies and shame met in between,
Cut the cue, end the scene

The stage has been rebuilt,
We talked like teenagers,
And you told me that I've changed,
But the same,
Still that same number,
No more gap,
But your smile still kills,
Pain with palendromes,
We were here before,
And so again we,
Our fighting saying goodnight,
Street lamps in different cities,

I'm just fine,
Playing my part,
My mainstream maybe different,
Obsession has been overcame,
By the rising tide of a smile,
If the teleprompting signs shine through,
Meanwhiles and meditations
What can I do,
Except hope I'm reading,

The couch,
It asks,
Where have you been?
I set down another,
Kind of scattered
oh it's all a lie,
I haven't seen you in years
but I want to sound safe,
like I at least have you.
my emotions in motion of an ocean
no bottle, has been seen around?
it's an ocean of emotions.
I dont have you
I haven't seen you in years.
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