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 436° 
Kassan Jahmal
If I ever bought love,
I'm just going to break it.
  These feelings aren't concrete,
   but definitely belong to the
    pavement.
  
  I could love someone complex,
     but make it look so basic.

Even with my heart racing,
I haven't found one worth
  chasing.
  
My love has no form,
    all my feelings are shapeless.

And I won't go around falling in
love
  with pretty faces.
    So you'll just have to face it!
 360° 
Anna Alycia
dandelion is me,
wind has my fate.
it sends me to the mud,
where it's filled with unknown.
I thank wind for teaching me,
"you'll grow when you start to appreciate"
Gratitude is always vital
 240° 
Victoria
...and every single day you're gone
hurts more.
i don't know what to do,
i've lost my purpose.
my name, when you don't say it,
is forgotten.
my face, when you don't look at it,
is blurred.
i couldn't recognize myself these days,
a shadow that protects your endless sleep.
i've tortured you for years,
but now you haunt my dreams
and all my life's forever yours to keep.
 182° 
Con
Danger is when  
energies are translated.
They blossom to be
almost palpable.
People say you my match
Coz we will play match of love
In which no medals
But life will be on its peddles
I say you babe
Coz you will be my
patience testing lab
If I pass you will give me babe
If I fail my life will be hell
I say you friend
Coz we will share
good and bad
You never let me alone
And sad
The line of our
mutual respect
will always be green
And I pledge
it will never be red
donโ€™t blame me, itโ€™s not my fault.
youโ€™re afraid of the decisions you have to make.
youโ€™re obsessed with what isnโ€™t yours to take.
youโ€™re tired of the confidence you have to fake.
youโ€™re ashamed of the way that you break.
stand in your place, and donโ€™t blame.
and the coward points their rot finger at someone else, hoping that this will make them more brave. but blaming doesnโ€™t purify, it keeps rotting them from inside
 163° 
Nikkipopgun69
I fell in love with a player
Which screamed danger
But I feel for the charming words they used
Everything about them is adorableโ€ฆ but I guess Iโ€™ve been used.

But now i try to distance myself from you
Because I know deep down you donโ€™t feel the same. It maybe hard to do but Iโ€™m gonna give it my best shot as Iโ€™m playing games with my own heart.

But I donโ€™t know if I can out live this one
Itโ€™s getting bad for my health
 148° 
Karlie Watson
Living feels like  Iโ€™m constantly raging against the nothingness of existing,
like Iโ€™m living with all the bounds of humanity, that mean nothing,
to find a purpose to waking up, and breathing and being, other than slowly dying along the way.

And I spend all my energy trying to build a bridge between the duality of life and death, that constantly keeps me a raging builder and an awful architect.
 131° 
david badgerow
My ex-girlfriend and I used to play this game, I guess we made it up, called Sing That For Real. So at any time, when one of us said "sing (a song) for real" the other person had to sing it. With sincerity. Whether it was playing or not. Had to put their best effort into it, without any humor or undue theatrics behind it. Any song. You had to just sing the portion of it that you knew to the best of your ability. In public, alone, didn't matter. Over the phone. We would tell each other thru text sometimes. Sure, you could get away with not doing it and the other person would never know. But I never did. I always sang.

Because it wasn't really a game. It was a trick. A ruse to get the other person to open themselves up. To be vulnerable in front of you. Honest with you. To break yourself open--if only slightly, if only for a moment--without fear of judgement or insecurity. Without hiding behind humor or parody, to sing directly into the face of the person you love. Or on their behalf. At their behest. Have a moment of tangible honesty between the two of you. Show that person that you aren't afraid of anything, at any time. Once, at a deli counter on A1A, I sang "Not Fade Away" directly into her eyes. She showed me a secret Beyonce taught her at a pet store in front of the fish tanks. We duetted on โ€œYouโ€™re The One That I Wantโ€ on the trunk of my civic parked in a starlit cow field. It was a secret promise we made to each other. A private joke, almost.

She hung herself in her apartment 6 years ago today. She was high on *******. She was bi-polar. She was off her meds. She was scared of herself and everyone else. I picked her up. I cut the belt. I puked downstairs in her garden screaming. I loved her so much and I'll never stop singing for her.
 113° 
Zywa
Have I been playing

that I match you, did you play --


that you are my friends?
"Nuns and Soldiers" (1980, Irish Murdoch)

Collection "Thinkles Lusionless"
 84° 
Stephen S
613 200 Hours
25 550 Days
13 Cars
11 Jobs
9 Dogs
6 Surgeries
5 Children
4 Grandchildren
3 Marriages
2 Siblings
1 Weary soul.
No regrets.
 67° 
Nai
Me
I donโ€™t want to
Open my mouth
Because Iโ€™m still afraid
The truth might come out
And if it does
If it really breaks free
Youโ€™ll see what I am
Youโ€™ll see the true me
The one I hide
With jokes and lies
Iโ€™m a terrible person
All jokes aside
You donโ€™t seem to know it
You donโ€™t seem to see
Even a glimpse of that person
That I know to be me
Iโ€™m such a good actress
I hide it so well
Cover it with a laugh
And youโ€™ll never tell
You see depth in my eyes
You see love and emotion
But what would you see
If I ever did open
I canโ€™t bear to find out
I canโ€™t bear to show
The me you donโ€™t see
The me that I know
If I let it out
If I let it be
I know for a fact
That you would hate me.
 52° 
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
 50° 
David P Carroll
I feel you touching my heart
And I feel your everlasting love every day
And youโ€™re in my heart to stay
And I'm praying
I'm smiling away and I feel
Your peace and love that comes
My way from your heart every day
And I pray for the sick
And suffer every night
And I'll light a candle tonight
And Lord Jesus Christ
Here my prayer tonight Amen.
Lord Jesus Christ ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ™
 49° 
Warren
To finish your own life by hand,
May seem like the right thing to do.
But to free yourself from this land,
Is to imprison those that love you.
 43° 
Xi
i adore cold weather.
But not for the fires,
Or the warmth of another person.
I find something beautiful about it,
And maybe even a bit lonely.
It reminds me of bittersweet loss,
And finding the strength to move on.
 30° 
Betthia Mae
I saw you
Through the screen
On that second
Why did I think
It was meant to be

Now read from bottom to top.
 29° 
shana
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 29° 
Mykenzie
So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough
 27° 
My Dear Poet
Tonight
I will not be sleeping
till I write the words
that are keeping
me awake

Tonight
Iโ€™ll make the most
of a late night evening
and by the morning
waiting
for you to wake

Tonight
Whoโ€™d have thought
Iโ€™ll be weeping
while youโ€™re dreaming
words too late

Tonight
while gone
I keep writing
alone and grieving
words I wish I wrote
and now reaping
your fate
 24° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 22° 
ฤaviฤ‘67
I write poetry
because
I feel that;
not enough
of you
listen to me
when I speak
as a matter
of fact.

And even
then;
at times,
I feel
as if
I am back
to
square one
again.
 22° 
KV Srikanth
Envelope with no address
The path after death
Only thing certain
Yet to ascertain

Every life unique
Common in its end
Continue to pretend
Its agent it will send

Living life unpredictable
Cause of all the trouble
Live it on the double
Too late to realise the bubble

Only known about life
Take it in your stride
Anytime it will strike
Try with all your might


  Afraid of an event
That will happen
With no exception
Exclusive not an option

Not alive when dead
Not dead when alive
Nothing more mutually exclusive
Math theories none supportive

Finite in time
Time uncertain
Every sample tested
No solution founded

Rebirth after next
Not proven yet
A philosophic statement
Understand it's living eqivalent

A Spiritual insight
Only answer to this plight
Makes understanding light
Law if nature always right

Are both real
Are both unreal
Are both concepts
Are both dreams
 21° 
David Adamson
I met a woman
brutal in her mercy.

Her embrace was a clinch
to prevent hard blows.
She pulled me close to push me away.
Seeing my nakedness
she leant me a dream
of chainmail and shield.
Taking love from me she gave a reprieve
to a mind resigned to the slow death of feeling.

Ignoring my words she heard
my faint silent heartbeat and
understood that it was music
too quiet for the world to hear
and turned it up louder
than I could stand.
I wept in my deafness
as she danced.
Sunrise
tells me that Iโ€™m alive
Sunset reminds me
that I lived
 18° 
Ariana Bagley
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I donโ€™t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
Heโ€™s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
โ€œWeโ€™re perfect for each otherโ€
And you canโ€™t tell me
Heโ€™s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.
 18° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
ย ย Not a single!
Exclamationย mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
.


Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

Vanity
All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
 18° 
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
When I was a young girl I wondered
If I would find you.  I looked in the grass,
on the horizon, where the land woke
up each day.  I dreamed of your darkness,
of your hands sculpted by David, your
laugh.

I was younger then than I wish I had
been.  I saw your curls in the glass
of my future, your amber eyes stolen
from the Baltic. You guarded my time
telling me that of course I was happy
once but my mother took me
/
away.  She watched me for you on every corner of Chicago. Looked for your blue
eyes in the stranger she finally
married.

But he wasn't you and the penalty
was high.  My youth was her batter
which mixed with gin and
codeine she drank daily.

I found you in a hallway walking
toward me.  It was on a holiday
granted to me once.  I knew you
before the world was made.  The
glimpse of your silent betrayal
left me envying younger women
Before.  I knew you
In the hours of my life at last,

When I was a young woman you
found me. I was braille, you were
soft.  You left me in the tears
of another waif the dust blew in.



Caroline Shank
 17° 
Ziolko2
Looking back at my childhood experiences I
realize it was far from rosy and
I'm too young to feel so worn out yet
I'm too old to be a rising star

Never free
I see my sanity slip before my eyes yet
The end is still so far off and
when I'm gone the world will continue to be

I try to hide
These four walls protect me from the spies
With their prying eyes
Yet they still find a way inside

In the confines of my mind I see all I've done
And everything else done under the sun
I'm just a floating man on a raft out at sea
Waiting to be saved, or for someone to devour me
 16° 
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people donโ€™t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 16° 
Molly
She was my shelter;

But she was also the storm
 16° 
Dr Peter Lim
If you will wait and stay silent

  a moment will visit you and speak:

  your life is a miracle, not an accident-

  live, create, rejoice, celebrate, aim for the peak!
 16° 
Yasin
Sometimes
poems
make
me
want
to
write
in
a
crowd
of
only
one
person.
 15° 
dadens
between you and me,
i'm still rooting for us.

maybe not in this lifetime,
but in the end.
ยฉ d.a.dens
 14° 
Pola Berlinsky
Let's listen in: โ€œMonkey wrench. Yes, I said monkey
wrench.โ€ & My tattoos equal love, except this
one. It depicts Bruce Jenner's surgery,
theย ย surgery that made him
America's bravest
woman.
 14° 
LuxeLanguage
I use love the way you hated me unconditionally

the way you screamed my name for your deep dark pleasures

The way you use to step on my heart always brought brought Pain to my soul

The way you use to torture my soul to feed the necessities of your pleasant affairs

but only promising to clean up the mess when you were finally done

I cant forget why i love you the most you

reminded me of how much i didn't love myself
 13° 
Carlo C Gomez
~
Holy smoke!

This is a drag.

Nevertheless,
I've come to depend upon it.

~
 13° 
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.
I am wide awake...
For the moon light is bathing my window...
So my eyes are fixed on that sweet light...
All I can imagine is you looking at the sky...
With the two stars that your eyes are...
That is why the moon is illuminated tonight...
The moon is happy because perhaps you are looking at it...
So happy it projects that sweet light that will be my company for the night...
You bring happiness and sweet thoughts...
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