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I wonder,
when you look at her
do you still wish it was me?

I wonder,
when you talk about your dreams
do you still hear me cheering?

I wonder,
whenever you hear a giggle
is mine still an echo in your head?

I wonder,
whenever you have a bad day
Do you still want to hear my voice?

I wonder,
if this season
reminds you of me
letting go is hard.
As evidenced
In thine soft eyes
There lay a hardness of obsidian and darkness
Darkest night and ocular sheen
Hypnotize such lasers that shine from her hair
Red and purple with black
The leaves would compliment her head of roses
That leaves crackle under her footstep
If she walks in autumn, then she wanders in summer
If her hair meant to slip through the rug of nature
It would
As her beauty lies in her demeanour
She is a beauty of many seasons
Meet men of many reasons
Elizabeth Meza
and for a second i remembered why i fell in love with you all those years ago
it wasn’t just the laugh or the way your eyes lingered for a half a second too long but the way you made me feel in your presence,
like there was nothing else in the world that could draw your attention from my words.
but then i remembered, the temper, the walls, the vast insecurities that strangled you at night, and i remembered why i moved on,
you could never love me the way you loved being lost and i knew
i could never find you.
All we said at 1 am
We wake up and it’s not the same
All those moonlight thieves take us away from sleep
Your words I wish to keep
Lies, Lies that’s all we are baby
The rest of the world would judge us crazy
If only you could be mine for more than a night
I don’t know what’s right so I write
The sky light danced in your deep blue eyes
It’s 1 am let’s stay till sunrise
If I fall asleep you'll haunt my dreams        
You and I could make a good team
Even if we're not good company
Being alone is way to scary
siren in the sky blinking a cry for help
i want to come
but sleep pulls me somewhere else
Zack Ripley
Just because you don't have someone
By your side doesn't mean
you're alone.
Close your eyes.
Turn around.
When you open your eyes,
Tears might fall when you see
All the people who have watched you grow.
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.


You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.

Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
Pitch black room
Water running in the bathtub
Blood run too
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason

My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
Susan N Aassahde
magpie compost lace
drizzle *****
bonsai ankle spray
my mind is a whirlwind
it comes,
it goes
but it never
stays put
sunrain afternoon
the architecture: our design, our formulation

we design as we go along.

plans develop themselves organically.

somehow, we formalize, organize spontaneity.

learning-as-we-go, ourselves teaching each other’s selfs.

celebrating, locating our tangent intersections,

plotting points on the X Y axes of us.

labelling our quadrants,
past, now, planned but yet-to-be,
the unknown unknowns,
all upon blue lined graph skins.

a formula of a celebrated curvature, two unknowns, solvable, we are quadratic.

the precise precious solution,
a single square root,
that intuits the wee of our

our solution is annotated for all
mathematicians as the

square root of us.


somewhere in the internals
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
Chandler M
Can't get over you


I'll forgive myself

For thirsting over you
Satsih Verma
Your breath
a prayer in water, when
vision fails.

Life will treat you
in beauty, when you were
ready to meet future.

Like touching god's
feet, to smear the lunar's
dust on fore heat.

The journey never
ends. Bright stars beckon to
you, but you will not
find Miranda.

The fever was mystical.
In delirium you will recite
a poem.
I could be looking at you
and not utter a single word
but in my mind
I have already put together
a hundred words
that would later on
become my poetry.
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement

Everything was
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
Destroyed everything

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
The voices say

Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Why won’t they stop

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
I don’t understand

“Count it
Perfect it
Measure it
Clean it”
Someone just HELP me understand

This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
please, please, please
let me free
release these bindings
that tie down my wings
let me have the freedom
that i never got the chance to have
Shes like a sunflower!
He exclaimed
Then his eyes darkened
"wanna see me rot her roots?"
thats when i knew he never loved me, he loved the power over me.
A skate park at night is all I dream of
The glow of our flashlights
As bright as our love

To watch the wheels turn on the boards that we stand on
The wind blowing through my face

I wish to lay down and admire the stars
When secretly
I'm admiring you
I know I shouldn't think like this.
moon child
"I'm an open book"
She says

Written in
thank you
for the
that no
are they**
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational

!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
ok okay
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
You Lost My Trust
In The Dust
Of Your Lust
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
Questions left unanswered
Problems left unsolved

this is not the case
But discovering questions
and seeking solution
my mind is about to blow up with  doing research
Pilar Orozco
People hit their quota of sadness
I just have to pretend to be okay
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
I do.
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
kailee cardinal
I'VE been crying

JUST quit hurting

TRIED to live on

TO you

FORGET the hurt

i've just tried to forget
don't leave me alone

even if I begged you so

trying so hard to let go

I'll hold on tighter

don't leave me alone

even if I said so

I'm desperately screaming inside my head

no I'm not okay

the voices say I'm a burden

so I shut my mouth and forget I'm broken

I can feel it

every inch of my skin

I'm sorry I can't say it

please just leave me alone
Ugo Victor
Dear HP,

This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have

Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?

Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me

Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?
Am I Like the girls in your life?
the ones you tell me about
Do I stand different?
Or am I just part of the crowd?
I find beauty in dark places
Love in mysterious ways
Comfort in unbelievable happenings
I'm not weird
I just pay attention to things others neglect.
Life isn't worth living if it's viewed in one perspective
Night Sky
I want to write you
I want to put your smile into epics
Your eyes into ballads
Your kisses into rhymes
I want your hands as a free verse
Your smell a pastoral poem
Every word you speak is like a love song
And I want it
“Tattooed on my soul”
I want to write everything about you
And fill a thousand books with you
My muse
My love
I want it to well up in my ink
To overflow
Spill off every page
Like I feel your love spill
Onto me
I want to write your every detail
As only a lovesick poet could
My boyfriend makes music, and one of my friends heard his song and said she wanted it "tattooed on her soul". I wrote this poem for him
Poems aren't written,
they're found,
Somewhere in your head the words are waiting,
They're sprawled across the floor,
You just need to pick them up,
Make a path with them,
Let your path guide observers,
And if you can't write,
Walk down somebody's else's path first,
First poem I've written, to anybody who reads this is hope you enjoyed it and it made you day a little better
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