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Chelsea Rae
If there was anything I ever wanted
It would be to not be consumed by
A lover
More than by the love of the self.
Autumn is a subtle theif
Moseying in then out so breif
A swift taker of all things emerald and bright
No burgular alarm will keep safe the light
Daring to steal the warmth off your face
A cold Winter the only item left in Summer's place
This is my first poem for the 30 Day Poetry Challenge
An acrostic using the letters in your first name. Can be about anything EXCEPT you or your name.
I wanted to learn

so last night my fourth grade teacher
tore my eyelids off

and sat me near a television screen
that showed my mother dying
over and over
and over again.

I left as a cavity
of a boy,

collapsing at the sound of passing cars

as I searched for a payphone where
I could speak to the static about Gabriel.

(where is he?)

When I look at my brother and father

I beg for my eyes to be caressed until they’re scarred

with every daytime matinee
and curtsy on the train platform

that built me into this mosaic
of a “man”.
deeply personal. would appreciate kind words and condolences. my mother is alive but a part of me has died.
Neville Johnson
Her face is like a poem
Her heart a willow tree
Bending softly in the moon-glow
Beating always for me
She’s the bell in my distance
The hearth at home
With me everywhere
Even when I’m alone
In the desert she is water
She’s the forest and the trees
Everything she is to me
i am proud
proud of the simple things you do;
proud that you got an A on your exam;
proud that you ace your quizzes;
proud that you got the right answer on your recitation;
proud that you got appointed to be the treasurer;
proud of your achievements;

i really am.

i am proud of the things you do that makes you, You.
some flowers of the meadow bloom later than all the others
and some seeds lay dormant longer to await their perfect time
your fullness will happen no matter what wait you think too long.
Juelia Gaia
Is enigmatic
His spirit reaches
Pulling you in
His kindness
Some cant accept
Dont believe
Taken for granted
Use by others
Taking him for granted
Used for selfish reasons
And desires
He treads silently
Unconditional love
Is taken advantage of
With subconcious lessons
Guided to teach
Its never easy
Kind, naive to a fault
Like the firece Dragon
Fierce, powerful
Protecting his inner being
Protection from the Dragon
Curse the dark ones
Trying to manipulate his truths
Respect and understanding
Judge not what you do not
Open hearts
Kindness is a act of defiance
For the dragon lives
the scent of incense
hangs heavy in the air
the constant murmer of voices
comes crashing like waves
but your eyes meet mine
and the faces disappear
the voices die,
all that remains
is an unspoken invitation
from my lips
willing yours to kiss mine
and yours happily
meet their request
leaving our love tasting
like oranges
tenderly plucked
from moonlight lips.
Lips that have never been kissed
Hair that's never been brushed back
Cheeks that have never been caressed
Hands that have never been held

Yes, I know I dont need a boy
But it gets kind of lonely
These days I spend my time in wistful dreams
don’t get me wrong
i love the earth
but i’d ****** every last tree
to feed all the pages i could write
about my love for you
if it meant you’d love me too

don’t get me wrong
i love the earth
but i love you more
I dont know how to make this a poem.
I left with the intent
of seeing you again.

I wish I would have known
I miss the birb.
I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you
C8H10N4O2  so  softly  calling
Feel  my  energy  level  falling
I­t  faintly  whispers  my name (psss)
But now I'm just stuck stalling     (uh)
I  try but just can't break  free        (so)
"How about some herbal tea?"     (no)
Your  suggestion  is  appalling  (ugh)
But  coffee?  I'm  al­ways  keen
Need that daily hit of caffeine
Reworked previous poem into the shape of my beloved coffee mug
Levi Johnson
I just have to look
at you
to feel it.

To know it
I have to look

Like the pages
of a book

Fragments of
information, the pieces
all out of place.


I believe you
beg to be
i’m tired of waking up everyday
with a heavy heart and so much
sadness inside of me.

all of my tears are spent.
i can’t cry anymore
but my soul still grieves.
this isn’t even poetry at all. nothing but words of a sad girl.
Kayla Chappell
Dear Nicotine

Why do I feel like I need you

Like the air that I breathe.

You feel as good as oxygen


You are slowly killing me
I hate that I love you
you stole my heart

like someone stealing my social security card
like the last bits of Indian food i left for the next day
like hoops from your sister
like a conversation where someone interrupts the story
like a french fry on your plate

and i’m so lost man
why am i so lost
I wore black
Event hough
I am still breathing
I am no longer

I wish to
wake up next to you
On a Sunday morning
Looking into your sleepy eyes
And watch a flustered smile
Appear on your beautiful face

I wish to
stand by the kitchen window
In our underwear
Sipping coffee
Listening to the endless rain

I wish to
Sit across from you
At the dinner table
With the soft light of the candles
Illuminating your features
And you telling me all about
The dream you had last night

I wish to
Take a walk
On a sunny day
Breathing the fresh air
Our hands intertwined
A light breeze playing
With your hair

I wish for
Simple things really
Nothing too much
But somehow
Looking at our lives right now
They seem so very unachievable
When all you crave is a bit of routine in this messy world.
She claims it’s love.
Locking me inside an empty home,
Twisting my dreams into nightmares,
Stealing my tears,
Wasting my time.
It’s all love.
I don’t believe it.
I never did.
Aramitz J Durant
the world is unjust
unready for you, little one.
just hold on
just one moment — wait,

don’t go yet. wait
for me, my legs are slower
than they used to be.
brittle, you know.
you and i are both

getting older.
wait —
don’t go yet. stay
just one moment.
i’m not ready.
Faleeha Hassan
Two soldiers
Let's celebrate
Let us run to that hill
Let us climb up the remains of that tank and sing
Let us drink tea under this burned tree
Smoke our last cigarettes
It is not every day that the war can make dead bodies and we are not with them
12 years of waiting
For an escape to be found
12 years of surrounding myself
With isolation
12 years of dreaming
And waking up to the same nighmare
12 years of words
Trapped in my throat
12 years of wishing
For someone to help me out
12 years of wasting
Moments never taken
12 years of being lost
To the numbness inside
12 years of hoping for the end
Feeling dead
Yet I'm still here
With many years left
Lila Timberwolf
Stress riddled into my veins
A drug leaving my head in the clouds
No one cares about your stress
Just study for the tests.
3 in one day
What a gift
Stress in my veins
But it takes a lot to **** me.
she wants me for her wants
but needs me for nothing.

a women empowered
will only need her own.

so want her for those wants
and need her for nothing.

or you will find yourself
needing more than she can give.
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 stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
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.
BJ Donovan
A universe from nothing
water to land to sky and heavens
bones and flesh and heart and maybe soul
and if there's time a brain and love
always birth and death
war and peace and generations to fight on
famine and feasts and kingdoms and dark ages
live by the rules whatever they are
blame it all on me
I don't care
promise to die in the allotted time
keep everything a secret from everybody.
why is everything I'm told a secret? Nothings that important. Who cares?
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
Paper faces and silicone smiles-
Where’d you get that mask, little girl?
Looks an awful lot like

I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
What if
You have been fighting
A losing battle
All along
What if
The silence
Within you
Is only
The calm
Before the strom
It is going to be a fight
You just cannot

my biggest fear.
last rainy night
everyday will be a new reason
to cry over you
everyday will also be a new reason
to love you

and as long as each day comes,
i'll cry but i'll love you
as if it will be my last
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.
As I slice through the velvet blackness
Of this long tunnel
With the sun sinking into the sky
I ponder the feeling
Of what the end
Might feel like
If it extends into what my Mother
Felt and saw
As she transcended this
Splendid life
Into the ancient mists
Of the silken night
Have I a right to grasp
The meaning of it all?
I muse,
As I reach the other side.
If only we were as resolute as
Flowers bloom in the cracks of the cobblestone,
their sweet scent swallowing the area.
Attracting onlookers like a moth to a flame.

Pastel petals strewn across the terrain.
A seemingly infinite ocean of colors
waves of flora descending down on me.

Roots span for miles,
pulsating currents weaved into the ground.
Reaching for hope.
It was 4 am,
The world was asleep,
The stars were awake,
And just like every other night,
I thought of you,
Are you on the other side thinking of me too?
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