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Gabriel Bonney
He doesn’t need me, but oh the beauty
That He chooses, us to be tools of
His light, to glorify, and lift Him high
And so I try, to testify the sky
With all my might, but my might will die
And even with all His strength
It still does not quite reach
My capability to make you see
To praise Him in my humanity
But I try to personify, Him and His glory
So one day you can see the full story
My old hands cannot caress her,
She’s way too weak and too fragile
I miss the way I used to dress her,
Like that white day on the aisle.

In her nightgown, she is resting
Sleeping beauty in her room,
I can hear her silent praying
She cannot escape The Doom.

Doll was gifted to my mother
From her mother to my own,
Like this blonde one, there’s no other
And if there is it’s still unknown.

I take her far into the graveyard
The stones as great as my mistakes
I tell her “Hey, I lost my mazzard”,
Will you help my brain that aches?”

In a world that hates its feathers,
It’s the world I’ve ever known
There’s only one, she never left me,
And that’s you, my favorite doll.
His kiss would be the best death
Thomas Moore
Had such a beautiful day,
Then slip into depression thinking about yesterday,
Falling off of the edge of tomorrow...
Ashly Kocher
One or two
Have a void
Me and you
Carrying the weight
Heavy too
Anxiety attack
Coming through
Darkest moments
Seeing the light
Deep breaths
Closing your eyes
Therapy sessions
Within yourself
Fill the void
Love, love , love
What you feel
Then you will
Be healed
Raj Bhandari
Your darkest day is brighter then my shiny one!
Muhammad Usama
Today,it rained.
I sat down at my piano,
And composed her an apology.

Patter of rain.

I looked outside,
And saw a tempestuous spillage of emotions,
And an unambiguous uttering of poetic truth;
That I never could discover on my own–
I saw the trees tell me explicitly.
God has His ways.
It was one.

I never would have guided,
My ever-so-guarded heart–
To yield with all honor retained,
And accept this silent insatiable feeling–
It always was love;
That defeated time,
In the want of immortality,
In the pursuit of eternity;
That was abundant in scarcity,
And that sat like one timid angel,
In the abyss of my heart,
And lit it up.

Today, it rained.
I sat down at my paino,
And felt eternal in the silence between the notes.

Tomorrow, it will rain.
I will sit down at my piano,
And sing a song to the moments of eternity,
That God makes us experience,
Wearing this mortal suit;
In the name of love.
Wang Di
I see the waves
as I close my eyes,
calming me down,
whispering in the air
That the flowers that once were wilted
Are now bathing in the sun,
slowly rising again.

- The waves before your wrist.
Ron Gavalik
If you can't spit fire,
swallow hard,
and then slide out of the way.
Words and time
are far too valuable
to be wasted
by the amateurs
of life.

–Ron Gavalik
I was falling,
then crawling,
fighting to find my way

You materialized,
a lantern in the storm,
Offering warmth and safety

I held your hand
and off we ran
Headlong into insanity

Just for a moment,
I had a feeling
that life would be better,
but instead I was sent reeling.

You’ve been trying to help me,
hoping you’d free me
But I’ve slowly been dying
And I fear nothing can heal me.
"... eyes hang heavy
with all the things I'd not soon forget,
Youth's fruit lying rotten and wasted
at the forest's feet;
the saccharine stench of Death
buried beneath leaves.

Heavy with such sorrows, I long to look at you
unclouded by the fever
emanating red
from old wounds.

Indeed, a vision
hovers close within
of freedom shared
releasing the fetters
from our limbs and,

four-winged, rising
into boundless Blue;
Rising Star rising
to pray at the borders of the Rainbow,
billowing triumphs
of Light
above the Desert's
copper-indigo remove...
"Each missing the other,
let me look once more
and exhale,
for my shadow obscures wrongly
the face of my Beloved."
Suicide aint it chief
Charlie Dog
her voice has
a physical presence in the air
like wafts of silk paper
or the flap of (a) butterfly's wings
something delicate and smooth
calm waters
naught a ripple

i am quiet with awe.
melanie jackson
broken dreams
and ripping seams

a girl sits still
upon a sill

strings pulling hard
she moves not that far

shes controlled by her master
one that does not care

for her at all
cause a puppeteer

is always near
i have so much love,
for the world
for people
and no one
to take it
the greeks would call it agape
mila splawska
i took a sip or two of
a drink or two last night
that should've made me feel good right?
instead i stayed up until one or two
i stayed up thinking of you
you filled my mind
like that crowd filled that party but
i didn't cross yours
i should've been thinking about the others
there and yet i only thought of you but
the only time you care is when you can see me
BJ Donovan
Promises of treasured recognition
if your brilliant poem is picked
from the crowded field as first rate.
Award is 3000. Entry fee is 20 bucks.
Hmm. I think I'll start a contest. It seems lucrative?
take me back with you
so we can gaze at the stars
one sin at a time.
a haiku
Mystic Ink Plus

Genre: Inspirational || 6 words craft
Theme: cosmic synchrony
i know i shouldn’t be doing this.
i know this isn’t good for me.


i’m just trying to care.

why does it sound so fake.

aha- this building-


can die.


bye again </3
Lizzie Matthias
like the snap of a finger,
the flick of a wrist.
a good day
can change
crunch underfoot, in the mouth
in the mind
another attempt, crunched
and thrown across the room
The man's Mr. Rogers
by God he had been sent to fly
And now, he is on his seventh's sky

Sometimes he misses life,
his two kids and his wife,
also the earth where he once thrived

But alone he must go
on this sea of galaxies he must row
and although he feels no sorrow
he fears being lonely

So he sings a tune familiar to all
This time no red sweater nor piano
not even children singing along
for he is alone in the cosmos
heading to the bliss where he belongs
"I have always wanted to have a neighbor just like you,
I've always wanted to live in a neighborhood with you."
This Poem is a tribute to Fred Rogers, a wonderful soul.
Grace E
She's not the damsel.

She's the dragon.
And she knows who she is.
Babatunde Raimi
You are a part of me
Your life flows through me
Directly through my veins
You dont just walk away
No you can't Baby
Except we never were
If we are meant to be
No wall can separate us
At least not my wall
I am currently confined
In a prison of your creation
You are the reason I was created
Together, we will win
I am truly sorry Baby
Erin Asuncion
Together for almost 3 years,
And always crazy with fierce,
Friendship like Glue,
Can I trust you?,

Working for 1 year,
Like sisters we cheer,
But silence appeared,
Now I fear,

You kept your distance,
And so did I,
A secret you cant keep,
Had broken me from inside,

I can't say a word,
Not even a "hello",
I can't trust you no more,
Cause I can't seem to find a reason anymore,
I wrote this in the van on my way to work, something for a friend I thought I could trust but not
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.
suicidal as defined
by depressing thoughts
and tendencies to death
I do not define myself

but to gentle apathy
wishing nonexistence
and in bed till three
is what I will be

what do you call me
if I don't want to die
but simply cease to be
from any and all reality
I never wanted to die, only to never exist in the first place.
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.
Cat Lynn
If i was to admit what has been stirred
I know on my life, I would only be cursed
Somethings are better kept unsaid...
i took your eraser and rubbed the poem i wrote for you away.

it was near dawn when i wrote our "i love you" on both sides.

i still haven't given it back.


maybe next period.
you're unreachable at arm length. i want your attention, please know that i'm here.
I tell my mom I’m going to sleep early
Because the reality that is the wonderland of my dreams
Would be much more enjoyed than the reality of what is
you’re not


of love.

they weren’t

just worthy

of yours.
Your shadow
behind you like
a prisoner
of your

your eyes
have become
roses that
are slowly

and all
of my words
cannot help
her in
these nights,

where she
hides behind
these empty

at first light
of marriage
she was
ready to
set the
world on

put now
her fortunes
are just
empty pockets
of fate
buried deep in
her old
favorite jeans.

too young
too stupid,

in love
or whatever
you call
it at eighteen
years of age.

and I
send her
kisses and
quiet whispers,

that at twenty-eight
she might
grow to

that at
thirty eight
might cover
her heart
like a

and then she
will realize
that "yes,

I loved her
Pencils on paper
People talk about the parties later
but you’re wearing a blue stripped shirt today
And I can’t help but notice
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.
I'll wait for you like she could have.

I'll protect you like she should have.

I'll fix that heart of yours that she shattered.

I'll love you.

Just let me treat you like you deserve,
and i'll love you as long as you let me.
Mystic Ink Plus

Genre: Micro verse
Theme: Privileged
Author's Note:
He/She might not say
Anything casual

Expect something
Calm to ears
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
Megan Joseph
love is a drug;
once you have a taste
you can't get enough.
maybe that's why I am afraid,
afraid to take a sip,
a bite,
a whiff,
of love,
i might overdose.
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