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 3116° 
Lost
I DON’T WANT ANYTHING
I JUST WANT
TO BE LEFT ALONE

I RESENT THAT YOU CARE

LET ME GO AND
TURN YOUR BACK ON ME
SO I CAN FIND MY PEACE

I DON’T WANT TO HURT YOU

BUT IT’S AWFUL HARD
NOT TO GET YOU CAUGHT
IN MY CROSSFIRE OF PAIN

SO LEAVE ME ALONE

YOU’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT WORRYING ABOUT ME

AND I’LL BE BETTER OFF
NOT HAVING TO RESTRAIN MY URGES
FOR YOUR SAKE

I COULD FINALLY MELT INTO MY ILLNESS
DRIPPING INTO ONE ANOTHER
UNTIL I’M UNRECOGNIZABLE

LET

ME

GO

PLEASE

YOU’D BEST BE ON YOUR WAY
OFF IN A SEPARATE DIRECTION
TOWARD BETTER THINGS AND PEOPLE

BECAUSE I AM TIRED OF FIGHTING
SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU KNOW
AND I’D LIKE TO REST SOON
 590° 
chlorine
the adventurer doesn’t rest
but this hermit never leaves.
I swore on patience
and stitched it onto my sleeve.
admiration,
diluted within contemplation
they are thieves
that have the will to be deceived..
they will believe anything.
happy full moon 12/12 !! this poem is about my current reality....... thanks for reading :]
 494° 
Sofia Hinojosa
it's weird how you'll talk to the one that broke you,
but you can't talk to the one you broke.
 481° 
Ron Conway
As you get close to “the day”
Your tensions are holding at bay
But some might allege
That you're right on the edge
You're just one figgy pudding away
                                       rc
Limerick
Sometimes dreaming is my escape,
But others
There is no escape from dreaming.
 340° 
Dream Fisher
They say that the best heroes
Always hit an early grave,
The ones fighting for freedom
Spend their lives being enslaved.
Only the darkest tragedies
Open eyes to real change.
Pay attention to the little things
Like a soft smile on a face
Or the sound of crashing from the waves.
The best advice I ever heard,
Live life like it ends today.

They say that the best heroes
Fought for someone else to feel brave,
The ones fighting for freedom
Removed everyone else's cage.
Only the darkest tragedies
Make everyone see we are all the same.
Pay attention to the little things
Like the warmth from being embraced
Or the sound of calming rain.
The best advice I ever heard,
Change is never too late.

The best advice I ever heard,
This life is what you make.
 269° 
Anne denada
GIVE ATTENTION TO RAPTURE
BECOME SURE AND BLISSFUL
JOY CAN REAR IT'S HEAD
EAT A JUICY STAR FRUIT.

IT'S JUICE IS SWEETER
THAN AN APPLE OR PEAR
LEAP FOR JUBILATION
REAP IT'S NECTAR

LIFE IF FULL OF EASE
WHEN GAZING ON LEISURE
LEAVE IT'S OPPOSITE SPECTRUM
RELEASE WORN, OLD PATTERNS

BRING, RING IN THE NEW
 259° 
Nikita Greig
Lost but in control,
Looking into your eyes,
Still searching for a soul.
You're just an illusion,
That made me believe you were real,

That you'd be the light shining beside me.
Drowning my sorrows and pain,
Drowning more and more each day.
Drained by your burning love,
I love you too but it's not enough.
 250° 
Joe Marcello
When looking for a new doctor
For me the best of all
Is one that's overweight and a smoker
And reeks of alcohol
 250° 
jordan
crucify the king
he cares for us no more
the gifts he gives are rotten
and ****** us at the core

we'll celebrate no longer
the birth immaculate
no one can believe it
she was not celibate

fear not my merry friends
there is no need to cry
new leadership we've found
you'll see him by and by

the burden that he carries
is the sack of gifts he'll bring
while suited in the crimson
that leaked out of the king

under the cross he'll leave
for every girl and boy
a reason to be selfish
and buy into his ploy

no need for guilt or penance
it's all come to a head
no need for soul salvation
let's play a game instead

so take my hand and see
the pleasure to be had
no need for self improvement
put your trust in this year's fad
 208° 
Sim
you were summer to my heart
and tasted like the first day of spring.

the air was saturated with prayers and dreams
and for once I truly believed Heaven still exists.
 191° 
Ceira Roberts
It's amazing what hands can do
they can cuddle you
they can comfort you
they can be used to love you
but hands can also be evil
they can be used to hurt you
they can create painful memories
and most of all,hands can leave bruises
 175° 
Ragna
I keep my schedule free
My contact list empty
And my wrists stained red
Just so when death comes to visit me
She makes sure I'm found dead
Just a random poem that came to me...
 165° 
Sehar
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
______________

even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
haiku.
 138° 
Masha Yurkevich

I wouldn't want to live forever.
Forever seems too much.
Too much pain and
too much sadness.
Too much work and
not enough happiness.

But there is one thing I would like to do forever,
and that is

L O V E

For I do not think that it is possible
to love
too much.

 130° 
Angelica Liu
You always said
there may be other possibilities.
our encounter depends on earlier choices.

You always said
there must be some great purpose
in our coming together.

But I don’t agree--

love is reunion
rather than encounter
and our love itself IS the great purpose!
Love itself is the great purpose, because there is a question all of us will confront one day, when we are standing at the borderline of two realities: "Are you ready to be back, with faith in love?"
 126° 
Capriccio
I am Heaven
I am Peace
Life Love
Fear
Hurt
Pain
Sadness

I am Sadistically Committed to Being Peacefully Happy
 112° 
Sophia
" Cut yourself"

Just a cut
Just a scratch
"What's that mark?"
"It was the cat."
Just an excuse
Just a lie
"What's with all the bracelets?"
" Just fashion, why?"
Just a tear
Just a scream
" Why were you crying?"
"Just a bad dream."
But it's not just a cut, or a tear, or a lie
It's 'just one more' until you die
this poem is about me
 99° 
silentwoods
the difference between seeking to find me and seeking to stumble into me is the guarantee of only one of those.
 98° 
Ugo Victor
The majority of nights,
I spend on my bed,
and in my head.
Sleep then becomes
a luxury I can't afford,
even though I've worked all year.
 97° 
Karanveer
It feels to me,
That love is the awareness,
Of the unity of the present
With the depth of eternity.
 96° 
Varsha K
From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.
The community of lovers, hurts, addicts, wonderers & wanderers.
 95° 
hailey gunderson
don't cry at my funeral
i had choices to make
i made the wrong ones
i only lived for the next high
when you took that away
i died
overdosed
 92° 
Nathalie
When you are kissed by love
In its sacred form
You can no longer shroud behind
Any other kind of devotion
You are instantaneously transformed
By the pure sparkle of it

When love draws you out
Its creativity knows no bounds
Your imagination awakens
To the reality that lives
Inside the temple
Of flesh in which you reside

When attraction sees its
Mirror image in another
Where two souls remember
Their shine and purpose
True beauty emerges
And grace is born

When both hearts are open
The energy flows
In peace and harmony
Marvels are everywhere
Clarity becomes crystal clear
And intuition becomes one’s guru

When this new awareness
Is sealed in gratitude
A narration through
The nature of spirit
Unfolds, and through
This seedling, the blossoming occurs.


~Nathalie
 91° 
Chelsea
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
 89° 
Sarah Spencer
You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
 89° 
Emils
You don’t like what I’ve become
You turned me into one
You don’t see
You were the one who ruined me
 75° 
A
one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g
 68° 
JJ McCoy
Live your life in such a way
That the person you truly are
And the person you wish to be remembered as
Are the same.
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.
 67° 
Anya
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
excuse
of a sugar high
But really,
...
I was just being
myself
 65° 
B J Truax
She was a throw away girl.
The one that was used.
She was a throw away girl.
So many times abused.
She was a throw away girl.
 63° 
sydney
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
 56° 
Amanda Jane
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 52° 
Yggy
I spent all this time
waiting for forgiveness,
Yet it was I
who needed to let go.
 52° 
Hustler
I long for a better morning, quiet like hypnotize
But loud like nature's Life

I long for a better night, quiet like sunset
But loud like rough ***

I long for a better.. better mornings and better night's
I'm not asking for much, nor do I plan on reaching tall heights
But a woman's touch
I long... Do you?
 51° 
R B M
Falling in love with you
Is like suicide

...Except…
Different results
…Obviously

Not saying that loving you makes me want to die…
...God...
This is an awful analogy <insert loud eye roll>
But it’s the only one that works

Loving you is like jumping off a cliff
On purpose
Suicide
Except in the end
Instead of the death I would normally want
I end up in love
After the best drop of the century
Falling from the cliff
worst analogy ever
 51° 
Evan
Smiling in delight.

Smiling in sorrow.

What's the difference?

You can't tell.
 46° 
FloydBrandon
You’ll never know love so strong,
Or much,
As the things that fit in your palms,
Wider than galaxies,
Brighter than stars in our eyes,
Wonder of skies,
When gravity’s a force you can touch
but you’re scared you could break it,
And love’s so real you can’t fake it.
My second daughter was born yesterday and she’s more perfect than my words can describe. Love ya to bits Bright Eyes.
 45° 
Audrey
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.
 45° 
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
 43° 
Maddy
Empty yellow legal lad lines
Computer screen blinking
Begging for a word
Better still a line
Your muse left town destination unknown
Yet the words flow like wine
Sometimes miserable
Other ones sublime
You hit delete
Play waste paper basketball
Then it falls into place
It’s grace
It moves the reader
Poet’s lament

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