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 1158° 
Path Humble
the count starts now (tired of tired)


I read your outcry at 3:00am
posted on Facebook

you are
tired of tired
sick of sick
the only question, will it ever end...

rise this day,  start another way...

count your blessing
count against all odds
for there are more than merely one

use both hands
both hands chested to feel the heart thrusting,
for living is a wondrous blessing unique
an unbelievable to believe than so many beats,
born and borne,
by you, a strength unequaled,
you a richness possessed

count that one first.
count my hands holding your shoulders.
count that as two, one for me, one for you.

more? more.  

mirror.  find the tiny light in each eye against a yellow backdrop.

add two more. for they are a sparking confidence of confirming.

you felt the heart thrumming
go back, feel the breathing warmth breaching forth.
add another. for now known you can never ever be cold.

wash the face, wash away the caution that sleep leaves,
the coverlet of fear that fears you not to dare,
amazing that tap water plain is sacred when it
miracle breaks you out and anoints thy forehead with pure oil like the kings of yore, be a kingly human being.

go out. do not return
until one act of kind is performed and
count that as a thousand blessed, a sum recurring recounted

walk humble and the path will always appear.
walk contented for you can be both king and servant,
there is no difference - you must be both to be the other
one.

and if you still cannot raise the head,
call me.
that would be a blessing for me
and I will hear your blessings sounds mine merge,
dear friend and no more stranger,
that is the simplest definition of our learning to count to
infinity
4:00am I read your cry on facebook
 500° 
allison
"give up" the voice said
fought it i did
but the voice had won
giving up on him once again.
 492° 
ts
an angel gave me his eyes and it ruined me
baby blue, with a sugary smile
attentive and excited
made me miss his hands
but he was no more an angel than you
his skin stretched thin over anger and assumption
so why were his eyes so sweet?
 320° 
Eleanor
it's not always about the way you look,
because looks don't always read like a book.
you didn't see me with the glance that you took,
because i cannot be an open book.

i'm sorry if you want to know more,
but trust me you'd have to be sure,
because in my mind you will find,
the most frightening things my life can bring,
haunting me night and day,
never able to get away,
because i am fighting a civil war.
in my brain.
 310° 
Wordfreak
In a sea of sand
A single grain
Holds the
Weight of a star
They interact
Shifting and sifting
In rippling waves
Edge to edge
If one grain
Were to vanish
The shape of
The wave would change
The edges would fold
And the sea would collapse
 282° 
Scott
Nothing speaks to the ears of the profane so loudly as silence.
 250° 
Yenson
Quick create another identity
got to get more for my trolling
I'm getting confused now
created so many
I'm losing count .

Well I'm a coward
unfulfilled and I only get any lift
from trolling
so don't judge me
I'm a coward, a sad inadequate
that's all
 228° 
Hg
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 213° 
Carmen Jane
To me you can bring
The meaning of spring
Cause your laughter is sweet
To my own heart beat
 191° 
Suresh Gupta
FORCES OF CREATION

Structure


Knowledge, wisdom, action - a triad for intelligent existence.

Knowledge - the seed of intelligence
Wisdom - the understanding of knowledge
Action - setting into motion


to continue ......

P.S. in the absence of any, the structure fails.
 164° 
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
 156° 
Ava
I’m
       Falling
                     Down
                                  A
                                       Staircase
                                                        With
                                                                  No
                                                    Chance
                                             Of
                            Getting  
                    Up
Everything
                     Disintegrates
                                               I
                                                   Destroy
                                                                  Anything
                                                                                    I
                                                                       Touch
 145° 
Adrasteia
Understanding you was like
Understanding what a bird chirps
Like understanding why
The universe is infinite
Understanding you was like
Figuring out how someone can be
Everything and nothing
All at once
 138° 
Kelsey
The boys I fell for saw girls as their toy
As if they walked into a store and saw me on the shelf
Picked me up and bought me, thinking they owned me
But they didn't, getting upset when reminded
And that's when I knew none of them deserved me
You don't own me, never did and never will
 138° 
japheth
if ever

you don’t

feel

like you have a home,

pull me close,

wrap your arms around me,

rest your head on my chest,

close your eyes,

and feel the warmth of the fireplace

resonating from within my heart.
 128° 
wordvango
It's hard to say
Goodbye.
Harder still,
When
You've missed the chance.
 126° 
Marianna
I want to fall in love in an art museum,
and gaze at paintings,
and see myself through them;

                 dancing between the lines

       singing among the colours
 125° 
Star BG
The mysterious remains,
on the journey.
Behind eye of a traveler.
Inside footsteps of the sage
Infused in wisdom of father wind.

The inexplicable anchors,
on the voyage
Behind the breath of dancer.
Inside eyes of a child,
Infused in scents of Mother Natures flowers.

The magic remains,
on odyssey of a soul.
Behind dreams of the heart
Inside sacred song of birds
Infused in a star stuttered sky.

The adventure remains,
in a humans pathway.
Behind an endearing smile.
Inside the hands of time
Infused in a love songs majesty.

The gift remains
in all of life
that's infused with love.
Inspired by Traveler  Thanks
 119° 
Agnes k
They say falling in love takes a while
But I knew the second you made me smile

When we said our goodbyes
I only wanted to close my eyes

The thing is that a broken heart almost heals
The shattered pieces goes back to the old feels

But my heart will always ache
Because there's a splint which didn't find its place

And I know when I try loving someone new
That splint will remember you

Even tough i in every place
Keeps seeing your face

I'll let the memories fade
Continue my live in a haze

I want you to know I wish we were soulmates
But i guess that just isn't our fates
In danish there's a word called "Sønderknust" .
There's no direct translation, but it means that you're in such emotional pain, you feel absolutely broken. That is the feeling, that I was facing writing this poem.

- I love feedback if anyone takes the time to read this
 111° 
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
 99° 
Brianna Bushee
Through gritted teeth
do it.

do the thing
your depression tells you that you don't love anymore.

do the thing
your anxiety paralyzes you from.

the things
deep down in your bones

Through gritted teeth
do it.
 86° 
Stephen S
Rusty chains,
Years old pains,
A faint soul awash in the rains.

Live free
and you'll see
what this existence can be.

Imprisoned
just isn't
the fate we envisioned.

Live free,
turn the key,
Just do it for me.

Metal bars,
And deep scars,
Are no replacement for stars.

Hear my plea,
and to a wondrous degree,
Live free.
 85° 
Broken Cardinal
You lit up my world like a
Quick strike of a match,
Illuminating everything yet
Fast consuming anything.
I can't believe I fell so fast
Again and so I
Watch from afar
The still singeing debris.
At the core of it
Lies your crumpled blackened body,
Poised perfectly to a
Tempting degree.
I don't think you quite get how much I
Smile when I see your face, and so
It broke me when I saw you with his.
 69° 
Devon
There is a certain comfort
in some uncertainties.
 66° 
Angelica
Wind chimes backward are like heaven in my
We cannot escape the past
So you and i will never last
"I love you" and lies were a blast
But even love, too, has it's final dance
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 60° 
J
Little did she know,
I love her
and the chaos
in her heart.
 60° 
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.
 60° 
Eleni
Tell me-
What good are they to you
If they can't understand your truth?

Living life with green eyes,
Sleepless nights and blatant lies.

What good are they to you
If they can't understand your truth?

They are always quick to judge
When you want peace they will hold a grudge.

What good are they to you
If they can't understand your truth?

You treated them so well
But they have no kindness to swell.

What good are they to you
If they can't understand your truth?

Child, they will come and go
But use this opportunity to grow.

What good are they to you
If they can't understand your truth?

Pick your fruit with wisdom
Don't let them ruin your rhythm.

What good are they to you
If they can't understand your truth?

Wake up!
 58° 
braelynn
for the first time
since the last time
i think i stopped missing you
today.
 57° 
Aaron
Here's a poet's plight:
To force words to come is a fight;
Gorgeous nothings hold no light;
Meaning shall not bow to might.

Thirty thousand words or more –
All just sounds heard before;
But somewhere deeper there's a door,
A certain feeling from some core.

Or, in clearer words:
I have nothing Great to say,
but That shouldn't stop me anyway
From speaking when I feel I must;
No other way to reverse this rust.

Perfection is a savage
Curse to ravage the mind
'Round and round in circles, growing blind.

But of all the stones and stars
Or overpriced, shiny cars
The greatest gift of all you give
Is that you let me gently live.

You accept me as I am,
Tarred and scarred and marred with gray,
There's a thousand whispers, but they're all okay
When they won't be judged anyway.

There's this frustrating little tic
Where no words can quite click
Because no lovely language can compress
or stress enough meaning into a tiny little space
That could give a hint of a trace
Of the meaning that was felt.

Suffice to say it seems somehow insufficient,
Nothing Great, simply true:
You're wonderful as you.
 55° 
ThatBrokenOne
It hurts to know
It hurts to see

That you have replaced me
That you have past me

I am happy for you, that you moved on
I am happy for you, that you have found someone new

I told my brother
I told my sister in law

That I am not well
That I am suicidal at times

It was a relieve to tell
It was painful to see

Silence fell when I told
His eyes turned into water when I told

A river of tears was streaming down
But it didn't weight him down

To tell me, to let me know, he is there for me
He loves me, he will be here with me

I am grateful that he is here
He wants me to be here

Time is all I needed I said
Time is the hardest thing to let pass by

I told myself I can do this
I told them I can do this

So I will do this, I will see it through
So I can do this, just because I said so
 54° 
Merna Ketana
Would you spend the night and talk?

Tell me secrets, maybe walk?

Laugh around and share my air,

Show me someone could still care?

Fix the bruises on my back,

They are painful, turning black,

Save my soul from leaking out?

I can't keep myself about..
 50° 
슬기
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
"
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
 50° 
Johanna
We are all a little lost,
                  a little tired,
                  and a little lonely,

                  You are not alone.
You'll be fine. Keep going.
 49° 
Yue Wang Yidhna
What do I chase
If I must one day
Take leave from
Consciousness?

Love.

It doesn't just disappear
It's always there
Regardless of dreams
Or otherwise

Regardless of
The awareness of
You
and
I
 48° 
Liam
forever with me
so interoceptively
i sense your spirit
 46° 
Tanay Sengupta
Rain on me,
For I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
For I am too tired and I need sleep.
This world is a herd and I cannot be its sheep.

Rain on me,
And show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me,
It has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me,
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.







Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.
I came up with this while I was watching the rain from my window, a few days back. I hope you like it.
 44° 
Perry
If your poem touches at least one person's heart, then it becomes more than a poem
 44° 
paul
"How are you?"

"I’m fine."

fine, fine like mother’s china,
breaking with a touch.
fine, fine like a fair maiden,
for whom only tragedy awaits.
fine, like the thread of life,
flimsy and anxious.
I’m fine,
thanks.
6/1/2018
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