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stefania rivoltini
made of clouds
vagabond  into the sky
waiting for you to look up
before the wind
dissolves me
Maria Etre
The hardest thing is migrating
from being the sun in one solar system
to another
it's a whole different universe
Can you be honest with me, if your lying to yourself?

If others can silence you, why cant you silence yourself?

Do you trust me to think for myself?

More than you trust yourself
                                to speak for yourself?

Let me be in charge today
dead o p h e l i a
o escopo do meu corpo tem sido a sua boca por tanto tempo

(minhas pernas se recusam a ir a outro lugar)
Vivian Zems
Beneath rich blue skies
wisdom exonerates time from theft
It’s not what time took
but it’s what it left behind
It’s the maturity of imagining
what it’s like to be unbreakable
… be remarkable
is what wisdom teaches those
crawling up the vine
i know you don’t care.

and really, it’s fine.
it’s what i wanted.
what i asked for.

the funny thing,
about finally getting what you want
is that most of the time

you realize you don’t want it.
I wonder if people,
keep tabs on me,
Like i do them. . .

I wonder if people,
Think of me
Like i do them. . .

I wonder if people,
Still feel the pain,
Like i do. . .
this is for all my ex's out there
I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
i fear what is true
and find comfort in the folds of reality.
lurking between material and abstract,
i find your outstretched hand.
pull me back into your world
and teach me to love.
a letter to you, thought you'll never read it
Alex Baker
her eyes could tear holes into steel
so tell me why
when i catch hers with mine
do they soften?
about an old friend
𝑰𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅;𝒛𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒚𝒓
𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔;

𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆
𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆

𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔
~moonlit night
M S Barthe
I can't
but its still
so funny
The fear I feel stirs curiosity in my soul,
For you are the ever towering light.
My eyes only see in your presence.
When your flame burns out,
I become one with the darkness.
Your return is only but blinding
And your touch is golden
So I walk out to you blindly
I have never thanked you,
for the conversations.

I have never thanked you,
for the smile.

I have never thanked you,
for asking me how i'm really doing.

I have never thanked you,
for staying alive.

Thank you,
thank you.
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
by another soul

what does it feel like
to see truth in another pair of eyes
instead of hidden intentions
instead of absence

what does it feel like
to hear a familiar heartbeat
resounding next to your own
reaching through skin
through bone
two rhythms

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
you toy with me
distant friend
fingers through my hair
whispers as you dart about
our secret game will remain
our secret
but I must know if you are child or adult
woman or man
past lover in this or an earlier life
reveal to me the answer my spirit
so that you may walk in my dreams
and open the door to both worlds
Give Love Freely , Christ calls Us to Love Our Neighbor here.
Give Love Freely, For Christ calls Us to Love Our Brother too.
Give Love Freely , For Christ calls Us to Love Our Enemies too.
Give Love Freely, For Christ has Loved Us First then We Love Him.
Give Love Freely, For We are Called to spread the Gospel of Love.
Give Love Freely, By Loving Others First maybe then they Love you too.
Give Love Freely, Through doing this People shall see Christ within You.
Give Love Freely, Not the worldly type but Unconditional Love from God.
Give Love Freely, Live Your Life as a Servant for Christ Love Unconditional.
Samantha Szumloz
Moon in the water
Stars all aglow in the ink
Dollops of sweet dreams.
These are going to get old, I can tell
I'm tired of writing for you
They all get read
But are never seen
Spilling my heart out for you
No one likes
What isnt green
But it is
Sickly and nauseating
Atrocious, deafining
Every sense is overwhelming
When it comes to you and her
I'm tired of writing for you
I'm so tired of writing for her
Maniacal Escape
My world is on fire everywhere I see.
So I stick my face under water, smiling secretly.
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
Megha Thakur
क्या कहें क्या दिल को चाहिए,
क्या इसको मिलता हैं।
कहाँ सुबह होती हैं,
कहाँ दिन ढलता हैं।
बिना उसकी मर्जी के,
क्या एक भी पत्ता हिलता हैं।
किस्मत पर कहाँ जनाब,
किसका ज़ोर चलता हैं।
- मेघा ठाकुर
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about

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
In one small space,
Time ceased to exist and we became the very stars we were in awe of.
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.
Han Drew
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
P I Watson
I wake up
with you on my lips,
but it's only your name
and not your kiss.

I dreamt of you,
and I can’t get back
to our unconscious innocence.
I wish we had not woken.

The crack lets the light in.
Pitiless beams expose my lies,
and reveal your absence.
Regret is making coffee in the kitchen.
you desire of her
to be open.
study her inside and out
teach her
to love whole.
then call her weird
when she finds beauty
in you.

⁃ phases  of  â“
If my fate is to love you
From a distance
Then I'll burn for you
Like a star in your night sky
Bright, steady, reliable
Until the end of time.
guy scutellaro
staring out the window,
I remember you as you were

a bird always in flight

a fist full of tomorrows
held in the palm of your hand

staring out the window at the pouring rain
the warmth of your hand
pinions of a dove's wing
your hand in mine

I will not see the shadow
under your smile

gathering all the light in a room
like a flower in the sun

I remember you as you were
Flower C
You’re much like the rain,
You can be soft or heavy,
Or kind to my drought.
your presence
is all
i need.
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)
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.
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
Renn Powell
my nightstand is full of unread books, lavender candles and leather journals.
i like to keep books beside my bed because i would like to read someone else's outlook on life instead of writing about my sorrows.
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.
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
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