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Be the moon
and inspire people
even when you're far from full
I want someone to know me well enough
That they know when I'm actually tired
Or when I'm just saying it to hide behind
Dear God, it’s me, lonesome
The only friends you give to me
End up leaving shortafter
What did I do?

Dear God, it’s me, anxious
You tell me everything that could go wrong
And tighten my chest, make my breathing unsteady
What did I do?

Dear God, it’s me, depressed
You give me so many good things
But even more to ruin my happiness
What did I do?

Dear God, it’s me, Reagan
I can’t figure out what I did
To make you want to throw the worst my way
Please tell me, what did I do?
I miss you
and I’m afraid

Of the days
We never left bed
Head safe on your chest
Fingers through hair
Eyes closed

Soft and strong
My teddy bear

Afraid of the days
Spent drifting
Through used books
Into the gallery
The stupid ceramic hippo

Of “my angel”
Of “baby” and “I love you”

I miss you
And I’m so afraid
To remember
Anmol Mago
And as I woke up

I saw a flower
weeping in
the golden
morning hues

It reminded me
O beloved
of the time when our
love used to blossom
As innocent as
innocence ever could be
and now through
each passing day
I feel it withering away
Dedicated to (you)
Triumphant victory, sews seeds
For a catastporhic downfall.
When my hunger is no more.
And when all is numb,
when the snow below my feet is nothing more,
than mere ice.
My eyes close at once.
Everything is dark.
And soon, I am a pile of snow.
You love me ?
Why you left me?
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
of a sugar high
But really,
I was just being
Mitchell Duran
It's a little late for
A smile
It's a little late for
A mile

You promised
Maybe I did
That the sun
Would always shine
Both of our eyes

You're a tad quick
With your pick
You're a bit knicked
With your tick

But I love you
Just the same
There's no reason
I wouldn't have came

Walk toward a dead poet
Expose of a soulless

One day

They'll have a soul

They believe

Is not worth

Carlo C Gomez
Madame Fury
The Sun
Has dropped
Her lawsuit
And settled with the Moon

She'll pique and threaten
Once more
Jade Lima
The pieces of me have fallen away.
Every memory or moment in time has changed to someone else’s pace.
So why is everything black and grey?
I’m trapped in their sequence and I’m not sure if there’s another way.
So as I try to think back on the good there once was, I’ll remember that it was enough.
I’m sick of their games and calling their bluffs.
But if I could change things there would be more peace and less scuffs.

if my mind
was the universe
thoughts of you
would be the
stars that fill it
beyond measure

Every time
You'd see me with a sad face
You'd tell me to smile
Every time
I seem moody
You'd tell me to smile
And when you know that  I won't smile
You'd end up doing the things that will make me smile

You said my smile
Was my biggest attraction
But little did you know
My smiles are all because of you
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
Bile in my throat
Acid dance to my gullet
I want this to end
I believe that these poems changed me,
That they changed the way I view the world.
I believe they changed the way I think of things,
And the way my feelings wirl.
I just don't know in what way they changed me yet,
And I want to figure it out. Will you help me with that?

A poem every day.
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.
sheila sharpe
You have taken the music from my life
now my soul sings no song of belief
not a single note did you leave me
not even a semi-breve
the melodies of my memories
are lost chords now in my heart
since you took the music sheet of love
and ripped it all part
So now I am left with nothing
as the music fades away
come back to me
come sing for me
and chase these blues away
Ryan O'Leary
In essence, a good mixer
is a sign of being cultured.

There was a time when
kitchen tubs had two taps.

Hot and cold were segregated
by the canyon of an abyss.

Yet, their waters were allowed
to interact in that self same bowl.

Chaud et Froid, the former always
on the left, was the rule of thumb.

Politically correct taps have no
designated areas, they are bi-flow.

So, next time you wash your teeth,
look at the mirror and sink ?
I think
Therefore I am
I want to be greatest
Of all time
Actually I'd settle for
Being the greatest me
I can possibly be
So I guess no regrets
Pretty much impossible
To regress
God I only pray
For success
Morning mantra
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
Mikey Kania
been living in a rehab
fifth day
telling myself: don't relapse

youtube: "Interstellar theme song - video"

“...most Substance-addicted people are also addicted to thinking, meaning they have a compulsive and unhealthy relationship with their own thinking.”
― David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest
I've been enlightened to see today
there are to many cracks in my darkness
for the enlightenment to penetrate
I think about you and it hurts
I don’t know why I don’t think often
I find that I enjoy distracting myself instead of facing head on what I’m feeling or thinking
And what’s been on my mind for such a long time
It’s been you.
I don’t know why, stuck up there you remain
I can’t get you out of my head and it stings
I miss talking with you, even if we only talked in groups
I miss hugging you, even if it was only in greeting
I miss when we kissed, even if you did it out of lust
I miss everything, just one more touch would be enough
Don’t forget about me, because I can’t forget about you.
-Somebody that you used to know
Ukam Chiemerie
Love what is loved??
Someone ones told me
Love is the best thing in the world
In fact it is.
Love can make your imagination's
Go wild
It brings happiness
I thought so
It brought happiness
I would have to admit
my imagination's ran wild
Until everything stopped
You broke my heart
And I just sit and watch
One's the love of my life
Love someone Else
I'll never fall in love again
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.
We made him out
To be
More than he is,
And now he's a broken
Indigo Dream
As I stand barefoot on this cliff
I know that I am sick
I am already diminished
by my attachments
because I told myself
there are things you need to carry around with you to survive

They think they left nothing of value
but I buried a pearl
Wala ba akong karapatan mapagod?
Rinig na rinig ko ang hiyaw ng aking kaluluwa
Gustong-gusto ko, pero hindi pwede

Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang kapaguran ko
Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang sakit
Dinadaan na lang sa biro at libog
Sa halakhak at ngiti
Sa mga sigawan at kwentuhan
Sa kalungkutan at panloloko sa sarili
Ito'y ang aking araw-araw

Kay sarap isipin
Kay sakit marinig
Pero sana'y makahiga, pikit, at idlip rin

At kahit minsan sana'y
Maramdaman ko ulit
Ang tunay na kapayapaan
Blue, my favorite color
It reminds me at the ocean
The place where I am happy
I wish I could be there now
At the beach
Where I can see
The sun shining on the water
On the blue ocean
Where I can forget all my troubles
And be just happy!
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
Close your eyes
Count to ten
Take a breath
Find a pen
Write it out
Let it loose
Don't get lost
In these woods
For one day
You might get stuck
Way too far
In the muck
to love;
is to feel the tenderness, the vulnerability, the joy, the discomfort, the calmness, the concern, the connection, the insecurity, the desire, the power, the confidence, the pleasure, the presence.
to love is to let yourself feel. deeply.

to love;
is simply to be open in love.
Lost in my sanctuary
Might make it out eventually

Is this my reality ?
And my imagination is becoming a frivolity?

Questioning the existence of life that surrounds me
Rather I’m the one without life in me

Lost lost lost lust lust lust
In an island filled with unhealthy lust

Unfortunately this
The Red Woman
as a kid
i built my wall with lego's
then later on
i finished it with stones
“You’re not good enough”
Is the one sentence you should
Never tell yourself.
Hi. I’ve been struggling with this my whole life. It’s like I’ll never be able to convince myself. I feel like my poetry is at a decline. I feel as if nothing I write is good. I couldn’t tell you the amount of “drafts” &  private poems I have on here just because I’m afraid.
Afraid of ridicule.
Afraid of hating myself more.
Afraid of everything.
fray narte
i will pick you a bunch of sunflowers;
each one is icarus,
reborn from falling,
from trying to fly too close to the sun,
each one,
still facing its direction;
maybe it's a sunstruck shade of love, darling.
or maybe it's just a bad case of morning lunacy —

see, each one still has wilted,
each one still has withered,
each one is still a tale
of icarus falling to the earth.
and darling, maybe flying and falling for you
are still habits i'm yet to break.

— to the boy made of sunbeams
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