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 717° 
samuel
i look at you,then at me.can we ever be or is it just an illusion my dumb brain created. Everytime i see you my heart says"here is your chance" but my brain as dumb as it is says "don't even think about it".now i sit here,thinking of what can be or what might never be.am i such a fool to even think i could stand a chance,or am my just too dumb to see whats right infront of me...(us).my courage escapes me each time our eyes meet,but no,i must speak up,i can't remain voiceless forever.If its meant to be it will be...but if its not...atleast ill have answers alongside my broken heart...but for all its worth...LOVE WILL ALWAYS WIN
 643° 
Joshua Marshall
I'm sorry, I have to
break your heart.
I can't pretend to
feel the same.

It may mean we
have to part.
You'll forgive me
one of these days.
 491° 
Me
12
How I feel when I'm with you
happy
yet
helpless
 341° 
Vass
I've run out of time and rhymes.
I don't have any other feelings left to convey.
Your mind is still unmoved,
and I've got nothing more left to say.
 192° 
Bhill
What goes through the mind of a poet
It would frighten most people and I know it

The things you think of to write about
Take you to places that most folks would have doubt

The words that find their way to paper
We wish sometimes, would turn to vapor

We see things in dimensions, that are dimensional
Is that a word, if it is, it's just plain criminal

See what I mean, about the mind of a poet
I think my brain just exploded, I want a doughnut

Brian Hill - 2019#126
Wonder what could have been the inspiration for these words.....?
Sometimes it just takes over....
 187° 
Psychotic Poetess
The bitterness next to the desire
Love hurts! they say, but I am tired
Like weird sisters they go hand in hand
He is like an open itchy wound and you love that too
Becomes a part of him and you
It becomes the canvas for sickly passionate love
The pain as a way to connect with us
Loving you is bitter, no longer a good plan
Good memories blended with little knives
Good memories not distinguished from bad ones
What a twisted way to fall in love
 165° 
Sharmila Juliet
Darling
Even a single rose can
Portray a beautiful picture
As you do.
 165° 
laura
August burned quickly, incipient nostalgia
prematurely vanished, mellow and gentle
sea stone on the tiled table, cedar plank
with fish, sunset through the eye-slit window

thigh high in life and riding wherever life
takes me like a hopeless romantic
shout out to ang for lighting literally every poem of mine up

edit: Daily #2 babyyyyyy
 141° 
Mae Hoek
You said you loved me
You clearly don't
 133° 
Silent Moon
But you're too quiet to be one.
In elementary school, I was overall a quiet child but meanwhile my friends wanted to do the school talent show. I chose to be the monster who screamed and jumped out of the blanket multiple times but they said I was too quiet. Therefore, I ended up not doing it. I fairly regret this now.
 121° 
Capri'sGrave
-Look!
You want to runaway?
-Yeah let's do it!


You want to?
-Yeah!


Let's do it then...
Go!
Let's rock
Have a good day
 110° 
Patches of Thought
♋︎

loneliness is real
don't doubt it for a moment
it can make you motionless
you can't get out of your own head
everything is frozen in time
time is your enemy
an emptiness you can't fill

But, it can be filled
family
friends
strangers
prayer
meditation

Wipe your eyes
tomorrow you'll
see the world differently

♋︎
This is just for those who are seemingly lost in their loneliness.  May you find your way out of it. God Bless
Find hope through God
 101° 
The Dybbuk
1.5 grams of marijuana, 30 mL of cough syrup, half a bowl of cereal, and an iron supplement.
Then I throw up blood into a toilet, shave, and put on a pair of flip flops.
I don't bother changing pants, so I just grab a different shirt, throw on some deodorant, and smoke another joint.
I get in the car.
I take a deep, shaky breath.
I plug my phone into the car.
And I drive for a long, long time.
 96° 
Blckstr
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 ****** –”
I know it sounds ******,
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.
 93° 
ross murdoch
to allow her
to love you
with a love
that endures
first trust
in her heart
and trust
her with yours
pave way for
her dreams
sit not on
her throne
carry her fears
as if they
are your own
allow her to grow
to question desire
nurse her embers
until she burns
like wildfire
touch not her body
until you awaken
her mind
she will give
you her soul
and all of
her time
-to love her
The smell of rain
Falling on dry earth
Says the monsoon
Is almost here
I want to see you
Where are you?

This is your seat
In the shade of a tree
On an old bench
That is warm and wet
It remembers you
Where are you?

The gentle wind
Silently swings
Across the green glade
Knocking leaves
In search of you
Where are you?  

Friendless I am
Very lonely and sad
There is no one here
To know about
My love for you
Where are you?

My eyes are tired
They are dry and sore
They have seen thru’ light
And seen thru’ dark
They see you not
Where are you?
 65° 
ohellobeautiful
no matter how hard
these winds blow and shake me
i stay  r o o t e d  with the Earth

storms exist to awake me
one of the first few
rhymes i ever wrote
*and still my favorite*
 62° 
AmeriMav
Crushing times when I feel lost
Battered and tossed, but then you bring
Your sweet love with glowing light
In dark night to you I'll cling
Awdl Gywydd form
 61° 
Peter B
Her eyes
reflect my moon.
In her eyes
it's always full.
 56° 
Jayantee Khare
***

hold me not
touch me not
maybe I'm clumsy-clumsy-clumsy!

have headache
want chocolate shake
maybe I'm lazy-lazy-lazy!

feel me not
mind me not
I'm cranky-cranky-cranky!

the mood is swinging
find me clinging
I'm touchy-touchy-touchy!

may be crazy
sometimes hazy
I'm moody-moody-moody!

stay away
go your way
I'm feelo-feelo-feelo!

just be there
patient listener
I'm despo-despo-despo!

here i contradict
have conflict
I'm ******-******-******!

changing hormones
troubling estrogens
tell me not a fatso-fatso-fatso!

maybe I'll be ok again!
maybe you'll love me then!


Maybe few females relate....resonate....rate .....
A big thnx to all readers and those who appreciated, thnx hp, thnx Elliott
Both can ****
        The only difference is
                      Cigarettes shatter lungs
         She shatters everything

            I remembered the first moment
my lips pressed the filter
     as I lit it up breathed it all
                savored every smoke
       as if we covered up painful lies
        in a container of painkillers

The same way  
we used to pressed our lips
     sparked something between us
           savored every moment we had
    as if our love was a rose
               in a valley of tulips
Gold
 50° 
Mystic Ink Plus
When I
Believe you
As the universe
And
You do
The same

Whatever
We do
Is
No less than
A cosmic
Celebration

I am healing
While you're a healer
You are healing
While I'm a healer
Genre: Inspirational
Theme: Act of Surrender
 50° 
Hg
wri
ting is
threading
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
you'll
get
po
ke
d
a
l
i
t
t
l
e
.
©Hg
 48° 
JR Falk
so I noticed that we both drink coffee.
just like anyone, we both like ours a certain way.
i like mine sweeter, with just the aftertaste of coffee there.
caramel, sugar, creamer.
i think about when i’ll have my next cup, and the idea of it alone makes me happy.
i don’t care what time of day i have it, i almost always have a cup.
i make time for my coffee.
it might be safe to say i think you like your coffee black.
you might add just the smallest touch to soften its bitter taste, but never too much.
sometimes i think you just pour it and carry on, as though it’s nothing important at all.
as though all it is, is just some quick fix.
like you just want to get it over with.
we drink it in two different ways.
i drink it slowly.
i note every flavor in every sip, i enjoy it.
i note the warmth it brings me.
i like it all hours of the day.
you drink it quickly.
quicker than me, at least.
you don’t care if it burns your tongue, or perhaps you’re used to the pain.
you accept it.
you never let it last, you move on to something else soon after.
i lay in your bed, watching your eyes as they skim the screen in front of you.
your mind is somewhere else.
i savor the moments you look my way, if even for a second, and smile at me.
i wonder if you even notice them.
i feel your laugh vibrate my bones, making the hair on my arms stand on end.
do i make you feel at all?
i reflect on it every time i drink my coffee.
i think about it with each and every sip, taking my time.
something tells me that you don’t do the same.
after all, it's just coffee.
but i put my all into this coffee.
i think you like your coffee black.
3:06am
08.09.18

im actually drinking coffee rn. rip
 47° 
sheila sharpe
(A WARNING TO THE CURIOUS)

Distance yourself
from this world
before you
into its troubled atmosphere
are hurled
 47° 
the dirty poet
i see the flyer at starbucks

"are you caucasian?
without mental health
and drug problems?"

wow
i don’t know the answer to any of these questions
is a jew a caucasian?
is the occasional *****, ****-slamming drunken rampage
a drug problem?
as for mental health
i’m a deadbeat poet and unpopular pop musician
i’ve got a job fighting death and boredom
and i just changed my facebook password to "eat ****"
my frustrations have driven weaker souls to homicide
but are these PROBLEMS?
 46° 
mia
some people drink
to remember

others drink
to forget

I drink
water
 45° 
Scot
I look in the mirror and see
Wrinkles impressed upon me
Some from good and some for bad
I've earned each one, I'm not sad

Each wrinkle tells a story
Some glad some gory
So many ups and downs
Caused the smiles and frowns

I gaze the mirror and ask
Is this really me I take to task?
How did time fly by so fast?
My life is set in wrinkles cast

Upon my face, I wear my life
My sons and dearest wife
Some happened in the fire
Some took form because it was dire

I prefer the ones that came from smiles
A raised brow to see for miles
A ripple around my face pointed up
I wouldn’t remove a wrinkle, it's been my cup
 45° 
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.
 41° 
Destiney Sophia
loving you is killing me.
 41° 
Bee
she was the moon
radiating the night sky
and dancing among the stars

you were the darkness
the shadow that waxed and waned
through the phases of her life

she grew to believe
that your presence
is what made her whole

but like the full moon
she shone brightest
without you


x.
 41° 
Raziel
They’ll check your wrists,
But not your thighs,
They’ll check your smile,
But not your eyes
They’ll avoid the truth,
Believe the lies,
Nothing to sooth,
No reason to cry,
Our smiles are bright,
Eyes are a bit dull,
Wrists are clean despite,
The blade with an emotional pull,
And we’re emotionally unstable,
But they say that’s okay,
We are all a bit of a riddle,
But that’s the only thing we can convey,
And the world will open to swallow us up,
But that’s okay, at least our habits remain,
And when their arms finally open up,
We will show them the reflection they taught us to shame,
So we paint a smile with the color of red,
From the thighs they didn’t check,
And from our eyes we bled.
And they'll only understand,
When the noose hold us by our necks,
And if they had thought twice,

Maybe our eyes they would have checked.
 40° 
Rama Krsna
the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
two
for the exorbitant price of one

standing
at the chasm
of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains
as life’s sole friend

the memories of love
now
belong to time
and this aging body
to the five elements.

© 2019
 40° 
Zia
i've carried life inside me
yet find it a mystery
life that is
an odd quiz
one with questions
and no explanation
am i to only bask
and not ask?
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