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 533° 
sunrain afternoon
next to never (a pair of ones)

squeezed between nuh-uh and fugetaboutit,

is that long gone notion in the nation of concepts,

like one true love, the connected lines on each of our

bodies, certifying we are a pair of ones, a strong hand.


there are chores to be done:

reread Guy de Maupassant,

delete two thousand unread emails

cry for my so lost children

let Walt Whitman wash over my body like oil

kick the guy out of bed so he can make us coffee.

a ton of stuff to do, good thing, we got a strong hand,

that pair of ones.

which I am now informed is called a pair of

Aces.

Who Knew?

7:51 Sun Jul 12
 294° 
David P Carroll
As we fall in love sweetheart
Your in my heart every day
Your Beating away,
And the best part of all this is
That I love you every day
And your forever in
My heart to stay..
My Heart ❤️
 210° 
Jenn
I smoked to fill my lungs
to **** the flowers that grew there
the ones you planted last december
 165° 
Mae
I’ll meet you there
in a place
where dreamers
are awake
and dreams
come alive

in a place
where the impossible
slumbers
and the cruel reality
momentarily
halts

I’ll meet you
somewhere
where you and me
are definite,
and our times together,
infinite

I’ll meet you in a place
where wishes come true,
tears dry,
heartaches heal—

some place where
I say I love you
and you say,
I love you too
October 14, 2017 – 9:50AM
 149° 
CSW
Ego
Regal, your ego!
Soaring high above the clouds
A hard pauper's fall
 139° 
Safana
A black blunt knife
She is, not a wife
Seems to be a life
 125° 
Bill Adair
Our picnic days are over,
The cherries are all done,
The clouds are darkening the sky,
And it’s chilly in the sun.
The strawberries are bitter now,
The wine has lost its taste,
The bread and cheese is hard and stale,
My broken heart lies with the waste.

Our picnic days are over
And the smell of new-mown hay
Is just a sad reminder
Of a sultry summer’s day
When we lay beneath a golden sun,
But the gold has turned to rust,
Those sultry summer days are gone,
My broken heart lies in the dust.
In case anyone is wondering, yes, it was my heart.
Working for YOU
Fighting for YOU
Losing sleep for YOU

But me, I work two jobs, have three sick dogs, and over 100,000 dollars in student debt to pay off.

Not enough time to eat, for YOU
Crying for hours, for YOU
Migraines for days, for YOU

But I'm seemingly straight
I am white
Everything I've done means nothing. . .

To YOU.
I am still in support of BLM and the many activist groups in my town. I have put my life in danger and looked upon the man with an AR 15 and stood with my chin up as the opposers dogs threatened to attack.

But it is clear, because I am white and seemingly straight, my voice doesn't matter. As a woman I am use to this. I just didn't expect it from you. I thought, we were fighting for equality, for the marginalized, for those suffering. In return, you don't even know me and you take away my voice.

Keep on fighting the good fight, and you know where to find me.

HelloPoetry is my only true outlet where I feel safe to speak my mind. Thank you HePo
 92° 
Daniel
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.
 91° 
Arthur M Roach
So leaves the conscious breath of day,
And with my dwindling mind power, I lay
And pray upon my awaited sleep
That it delivers me another life to keep.

Oh sleep, why don't you heed my call
To present me else with greater gall;
The life of one that springs in step
And looks back at all in a fond recall.
 83° 
erin
what does it feel like to be held
not by another body
not by a set of limbs, a chest, a chin
but
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
indistinguishable

what does it feel like
to write poems about
a love that exists
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.
 63° 
Arrow
The colorful world
Is colorless these days
Just black and white.
I tried to write a haiku.
 61° 
Alena Adao
She's been alone every time
Her family thinks she's just fine
She always has her phone in her hand
Cause she always feels so alone in this land

Every time she hears her mom screaming
She's not attentive & just keeps on day dreaming
She always wish she could escape all this mess
Cause she believes she's too young to be stress

If her family only knew,
that she always feel sad and blue
If her family only knew,
that escape is the one she's been craving to do.
made this poem in 5 minutes for my personal development subject. i can't relate to this but hope you all like it. message me if you can relate, let me know if i can help!
 60° 
Hers
Poetry is an incantation
A few words written
Cuts to the mind
Beyond imagination

Hurt a heart
Change a mind
Mountain moved
Emotions entwined

Magic is
What you read
What one writes
And can make your soul bleed
 55° 
Lane O
Goldenrods and oak
Flecks of emerald and amber
Awake! vivid spring
a little haiku for spring
 45° 
Luna Pan
you said you were an addict
i thought you are addicted to
joie de vivre, happiness or maybe smoking

you were an addict
but you were addicted to
sadness, drugs and pain

you were an addict
and i was ready to drown with you
untill you said you love drugs more than me
 43° 
Shin
My mask grows unsteady.
I've tasted the poison.
I prevail in the aura.
Blend my persona, I am ready.
Save the skin, feed me the mind.
Lie to me, this I do surmise.
Thank you, hold my hand.
I delude of Dorian Grey.
Delusions of grand fear.
Lonely, stark cold, lovely.
A jam jar built from marble.
A steed on a corpse.
Maps, dreams, peace filled, juxtaposed.
Lie to me darling, take me to the moon.
 43° 
kaitlyn
I watch as she smiles at you
Though I can’t see your face
I know I’ve made a mistake
7 / 13 / 20
2:30am
 40° 
Flower C
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
 38° 
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
 37° 
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
 37° 
Oliver H
i have this deeprooted fear
                        that someday it’ll stop
                 that everyone i love
          will tire of me
    and my constant state
                                         of falling apart

the fear tugs at my soul
           aches in my bones
      until i go numb
                   buried in the sheets with you
              desperate to make you stay
       it makes my hair stand up
  my stomach go sour

i want to run away
                            so bad it hurts
                    because i’ve learned
           to settle for a glass half empty
    to ruin good things
                                 before they ruin me

i’m playing a losing game
                                pretending this is viable
               wasting away just out of reach
                                                         out of touch
 36° 
Ruheen
I can't tell if the stinging in my eyes
Is from my tears
Or from keeping my eyes
Open in the rain
Too long.
Both end up blurring my vision anyway.
I don't mind though.
Because if there is a God,
And he's up there,
Then at least I know
He's as frustrated as I am.
And he deserves to be.
...
 36° 
CA Smith
Rope - 4 feet
Button up shirt, blue - 1
40 sheets paper -1
Box - 1
Pen - 1
Bottle of Brandy - 1
Big bag of dog food - 1
 36° 
Han Drew
Sun
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
 35° 
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.
 35° 
Broken Echo
Falling away

The edges crack
They break

Slipping through
Losing all we held onto

Fighting
Sinking

Trying to swim

Deeper and deeper

A battle within

Fearing death
After a life of sin

An unforgiving goodbye

THE END
Trying to survive in a world thats falling apart. Almost seems impossible. Almost.
 34° 
Amber Waddy
I've been known to share dank memes,
press F in the chat and Pog for sick plays.
I can even AYAYA when the mood takes me.

I'll tell me friends I'm malding when I mess up,
even ree down the mic at my pepega team,
or Alt + F4 when lag forsakes me.

I hang with the 'fellow kids' like a Chad,
But some days I'm not feeling hypers,
FeelsGoodMan or even pepeD.

Sometimes I want more. More articulation,
more pontification and eloquence.
Let my deeper thoughts run free.

For now I'll just 'same' and 'big mood'.
But just know that I am more,
cause saying WeirdChamp irl is pretty XD.
 34° 
clementine
i locked my
mind just to
forget you.

i caged my
heart for me
to be safe.

'cause i know
no one stays
just like you.
 33° 
renée
maybe I could drive away, drive my way
towards you
get past Tennessee
and through
watch the flowers die and bloom
maybe if I lose my mind—
come closer to the truth
maybe if I look for you
in mountains you’ll be carved into
them just the way
I always do—
you’re in my mind
you’re in my room
I see you in the phantom blue, I
fall I drown I look for you
I close my eyes, don’t wanna lose

I close my eyes;
the flowers bloom
 33° 
Linn Hernried
Queer is asking broken systems if everyone gets to breath again - now -
Queer is a broken system
Queer is every colour you ever seen and every sound you ever heard
Queer is movement moving like a river - calm
Queer is movement moving like a river - violent
Queer is home, un umbrella to make a home for many and few and everyone and no one
Queer is thoughts and bodies and *** and hands and hearts
Queer is the way I walk and sleep and love and work and write
Queer is my nose touching your nose
Queer is the kiss you give me on my cheek
Queer is the fear and the truth and it’s the fear of truth
Queer is more true then all the other ****
Queer is Crip and Femme and the Working class
Queer has many friends, queer loves and inspires and takes care of its friends
Queer becomes its friends. Invisible, beautiful and broken
Queer is pride for broken backs
Queer is when the broken they see is what makes you whole
Queer is queer is queer.
 30° 
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.
 30° 
Brandon
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
Unwavering
Until the end of time.
 30° 
Skyla
I’m somebody’s daughter

Made of sugar and gasoline
I wash away the filth until I bleed  
Desperate to be clean

I’m somebody’s daughter

A small and hungry crime scene
Made of guilt and strawberry cream
But I never cry in my dreams

I’m somebody’s daughter

Trying to become untaught
They love the sound of sorry
Even when they know I’m not
 29° 
OpenWorldView
when words are targets
the truth remains unspoken
and progress will stall
 28° 
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)
 28° 
pluto
and they never knew
they were lost stars,
building their empires
after many lost wars.
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