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 1445° 
Adrasteia
You played me like a poker game
Your love was a bad hand of cards
“Bet it all”
Said the dealer
“Be my queen of hearts”
I handed myself over
Hoping I’d be enough
I wish I could’ve seen it
I wish I called your bluff
 728° 
Robby
Sometimes it’s just easier to be crazy
Than it is to deal with sanity

This clarity is painful
So I’ll find a substance to make it go away
 635° 
Floor
o talkative listener
what do you do
always rephrasing sins on your skin
you are a devil in disguise
and I love you for that
you are ragged edged with a hint of silver
wanting to make gold with stones
you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders
and walk like it's your last time to shine
o talkative listener
what do you do
always marking your words with a metal edge
you are a devil in disguise
and I love you for that
 538° 
Tobe Rune
Google maps says
it will take me
21 days to
walk to you.
Just enough time
to break the habit
of thinking
that I need to.
 492° 
Chapstick
My head spins like your fingers in my hair
I'm stuck with a tenseness in my stomach as your lips work around my body
I stare at your face
And trace your eyes with my mind
Leaving me to wish I was what you need
Vry old
 341° 
Anonymous Freak
Being loved
In return.
 310° 
Aquilla
Without her
I have no reason to breathe

~aquilla~
 280° 
Lia
Lying here alone. In an empty room. Thinking about you.
I never saw you. I never met you. I never spoke to you.
But my heart is calling for you. My eyes are looking for you. My mind is dreaming of you.

But I am a stranger to you.

You never saw me. You never met me. You never spoke to me.
But still, my heart is callling for you.

It's aching with loneliness.

The day we'll meet, you will know my name. You will know my story. You will know my pain.
But 'till that day comes, I am lying here alone.
In an empty room.
Thinking about you.
 278° 
Penelope Winter
The world continued
To force my tears
And beat me while
I was already down
But I heard your voice
And I saw your smile
And the world
Is nothing now.

- p. winter
 250° 
japheth
dam
i think
the dam was already broken
when you arrived.

i think it was waiting for someone to fix it
but all it received was band aids and glu tac and never a good repair.

didn’t you see the sign
before you enter?

“broken dam, don’t enter.”

so please.
when i say

“i’m broken. ****. don’t enter.”

don’t.
 240° 
Harriet Cleve
Beneath the lies and obfuscations of life's hall of mirrors

your true reflection rests

It is not for all to see it

only you know its lustre
 234° 
jeffrey conyers
She pretty.
Maybe gorgeous as hell.
A beautiful woman.
Until she spoke that is when you realize the brain must have stopped.

He is handsome.
Extremely to you.
A woman's dream.
Until he spoke then you comprehend must be something lingering in the air.

Fooled by the exterior of our eyes.
But woke up to the truth by your mind.
 219° 
Hector
~

There is a motion, a spin of worlds

collides inside my mind.

I watch you walk glue to the hind

of deep desires, the Latin blood

surge through your veins,

your skin in dark, my mind a flood

of dreams and wants,

I watch you walk.

How could I run the curve of you

in pleasure pains,

my hands to steer on every turn

and let you drive me

around a place of no return-


-
H.O
November 15, 2019
“These hips are mighty hips.
These hips are magic hips.
I have known them
to put a spell on a man
and spin him like a top”
― Carol Shields, Dropped Threads: What We Aren't Told
 198° 
lowercasemmmmmm
fingers drum
slap and hum
gusts breeze
fists fly with ease

eyes look
by the book
strands comb
a shaded tome

lips arch
as legs march
to a bold swagger
of a finger wagger

bark strips
yaps and rips
the dog and tree
become them and thee
 156° 
Gulishta
Contemplating the mess
We all called life,
Sitting on a bench
Like dear old times.

Thoughts drifted back
Towards the starry night,
Where it all had began
First time you called yourself mine.

A stroll down the memory lane
Bits and pieces
Some still the same,
Fresh like it happened yesterday
When I wasn't struggling
To be sane.

The way you smiled shyly
Everytime you saw me,
The way your eyes Sparkled
With mischievous glint,
The way you got choked up
Overwhelmed with the love,
That used to flow like a current
Between us.
The intensity you used to
Watch me with.
And the goofy laugh
We used to share on my
Stupid nerdy jokes.

Flashes after flashes
Of the time spend together,
You and me...the world
Nothing else ever mattered.

Then I came back to
Myself. ..
And a heavy sigh escaped.
Still kinda weird,
But you made me smile again.
 155° 
Leanne
#27
I'm a ******' joke to you, aren't I?
 134° 
Arawyn
He looked at me,
The way the sky looks at the rain,
Waiting for patiently for the relief.
Hands intertwining around my waist like vines,
Every touch felt.
Warm lips pressed against mine that has been worn.
Heal them I say as if they have been broken so many times before.
I love you,
I love you.
Our love is inevitable.
 112° 
Ragna
Don't get too close to me
Don't ever love me
Don't ever care for me
Because in the end...
We'll just both leave each other hurt
 103° 
IrieSide
From depths of
churning blackness
into starburst
electricity

slow rising light
blossoming
into gentle
infinity
 92° 
Maciej Miernik
Nothing much to say,
time flows at its fastest pace,
when I love you hard.
 76° 
Robert D
Look at the night sky
Make a wish from where you are
On a falling star
 70° 
joe machetto
Spring will have it's way
as Winter puts
its bristling souvenir
of empty bed to rest
behind the eyes
of blue birds
asleep in the sun

as I watch her
in her chair
pen in hand
a light beyond
the rainy rose
my bleak plantings
turned to bloom
as I listen
to her songs
 63° 
Chloe Haas
My periods turn to semicolons
My suicide notes to poetry
My goodbyes become hellos
The blades turn to sunflowers
And the bullets, a rose
My heart still is broken
But the pieces have been found
Death isn’t for me anymore
What is, in the here and now
I still don’t feel enough
But I am alive
And that’s enough to say
Today is not the day I die.
 53° 
Traveler
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
  Not a single!
Explanation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes

Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test

Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Traveler Tim
Hay
No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect
I love you all!!

Welcome aboard newbies!!!

Who said explanation marks were merely laughing at your own joke?!

Actually my grand daughter gave me this poem!
 53° 
sophia
Fake smile
Dried eyes
Scratched wrists
Bruised thighs
White pills
Rope tied
Gun loaded
SUICIDE.
 49° 
Jo Pietersen
the wrong one
will find you in peace
and end up leaving you in pieces

only the right one
can find you in pieces
and guide you to peace
 47° 
Kurt Philip Behm
Will your writing change when death comes to call,
knowing it’s time for goodbye

Will each word become richer, each memory dear,
in the limited by and by

As finality beckons, will conviction resolve,
each day meaning more than the last

Your faith shaken then stirred, all verses called back
—eternity’s epitaph

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2019)
 43° 
Moe
your hands are etched
with tiny dry lines
that cut
each one-way road to nowhere.
 43° 
Ashly Kocher
The moment when
Everything is
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
Apart
But yet it’s
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
Right
Into place
 42° 
Steve
Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.
Five little ten worders to ponder.
 42° 
Ray Dunn
your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone
idk something that just popped into my head
 39° 
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 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.
 38° 
Theia
somehow
all of a sudden
every dream
is about you
 34° 
ok okay
Depression is numbness
Anxiety is pain
When they are mixed
It is like fire and rain
Except the fire never goes out
And the rain only becomes heavier
3am thoughts
Depression is rain and anxiety is a raging fire
 33° 
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.
 33° 
Anne
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.
 33° 
Akshay
These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.
I often wonder why we can't understand other's poems sometimes, but deep down it is the one who writes it knows the value of it.
 33° 
OpenWorldView
enchanting whispers
of lost love and new longing
penned with ink and heart
pure magic
thank you
 31° 
Jessica
The moon pulls the ocean
To crash into the rocks
The way my heart yearns
To hear you talk
To me,
Once more.
My last breath
Would be the deepest yet,
Just to look
Into your brown eyes
Again
And your irises burn
Like smoldering cigarettes
In the hands of God.
I can not extinguish
The gravitation
Of my sighs
Nor can I easily forget
A love so strong
It would bring tenderness
To death
And feel a truer death
In you saying
Goodbye.
Even when your life goes on. Even when you both move on. You can still love them in a way that stays with you. It’s haunting, sad, and beautiful. In a profound way that often cannot be articulated in words. I tried though.
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