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I can hear what it sounded like
A million years ago
It was quieter
I can hear a pine needle drop
On the rain battered forest ground
It sounds like the barely audible clink
Of harmonics on a guitar
There is probably greatest virtue in the surrender
Of rustling trees blown by archaic winds  
We could all learn from that sound
To be carefree and beautiful
in the hands of nature and time
Renard Jackson
Place Walking

Trying too hard with effortless means
Short schemes no dreams
In tunne with reailty
Trapped, to find a way out But "no pity" in my deception.
Lost, cause you have no direction
In actuality S*@% I'm screaming this my call out
Actions speaks louder than words Encouragement can't be seen
Best said as you play shall you lay. A balance beam What's your place?

Introducing what youth have is yours. Make it,  Own it!
Gather up your words,
and let your voice be heard.
Bonk a stranger over the head,
with your opinion.

Now's the time for us oppressed,
to get undressed,
and no longer wear the clothes,
of the feeble minion.

There's a new day dawning,
that the people are wanting,
not for us to weakly stand aside
and hide.

Rise from the muck and mire,
to fight fire with fire,
those who bully are really
cowards deep inside.

Stand up from your knees please,
and live on your feet,
as we march through the street.
It's time to begin,
it's them we condemn.

Their voice shouldn't be louder,
just because they have power.
Now is our hour.
We'll burn their shoes,
while they're standing in them.

When they turn the other ear,
and feign to neither hear or care,
what we have mumbled,
and rambled and said.
We'll slap them upside the head!

It's our station in life,
to have them pay attention
to what's right,
We should.
Or were better off dead.

It's time for new ideas and a fresh take,
to shake off their mistake,
that losers always lose,
and winners win.

Have your brother and your mother,
stand with one another.
Have your little sister kick them in the shin.

If it's to dole out a drubbing,
with our fisticuffs flying,
to change them from denying,
to attentively listen.

Then by all means,
shove down their throat,
any wisdom of note,
to choke them,
on the value of our opinion.

                This time they will listen
                 .... or else!
always telling myself
i can do BETTER
almost like...
im not good enough for me
i wish
i could be proud
of myself
in the same way
i feel
when someone else
utters that same sentence
makes me feel
its not that im...
constantly searching for it
i try desperately
to fill that void
the same love
i give to other people
in abundance
it never feels
the same as when
someone else
looks me in the eye
and all you can see
is love
There was an angel who fell from the sky
And I mended his broken wings
But it pained me so
When he had to leave
He blessed me goodbye
And kissed me on the cheek
And promised that
He’d come back for me
a late-night written poem
Melinda Barrett
All I wanted was your time
But you were busy you said
All I wanted were your words
But you just left me on read
All I wanted was your love
But you ruined me instead
Kevin Zed
Blessed in a lot of ways
Cursed in a lot of ways
Wondering if I'm stuck in a cycle
Or if the cycle is stuck in me
What i had wasn't perfect,
It never had to be.
I just loved the way it was,
For it laid perfect on its own way.
For what its worth, everything i went through was worth it because i got to meet you, given a chance i would it all over again no matter what the other choice is
Sara Al-Yasseri
Was it really that cliché?
The typical boy meets girl situation?
I think it is a little bit… (cont.)
Last night got no sleep
Just rolling in my sheets
The mind is shouting
And heart is pounding
In my dreams you're always there
But why with that other girl
Scared of sleeping
As well as waking
Oh what will I do?
If in sleeping and waking
Scenario is just the same.
is wondering how the world works
does not know what to do
is abandoned in the universe full of meaningless
blames herself
is beautiful
A beautiful, frightened mess
is desperately searching for love and a purpose in life
we are all in this together. I don't know what I am saying though
the day a poet  
falls in love with you
is the day
you know you will live
not in life
but in the love
that your poet
could never seem to
but will
give you
all of

if I were the Scar to your Mufasa,
then I would rewrite that disaster
I'd be th' one to go to th' hereafter,
for you I gladly opt to be the matyr
he who sheds  blood with me is my brother
don't cry

how dare you

I was right here

all the faces

no one saw through mine

all these faces

I can feel your sadness

cheer up

I will be around

even when I don't take your call

feeling so lost

I miss some faces

if you ever go back

tell me

can you see through mine
Your fingers are caught,
entangled in my ribs,
my heart is in your palm,
and our time is running thin.

If this is what it feels like,
to fall out of love,
then I take back every kiss,
I take back every touch.
believed that she was rare
only to realize
she's one of a kind
I try to change but it's usually too late,
I try to change but I'm already awake,
I try to be me but turns to be fake,
Understand me but misunderstood,
I can see why now that I am damaged goods.
its 2am and my eyes hurt
i dont wanna sleep i dont wanna wake up
let me stay here

dont let me process dont let me cry
just tell me goodnight and that you love me
I sleep like a lazy cat,
In my comfortable chair
While falling into abyss.
Happy people smile at me,
I don't smile back,
I see a majestic cat,
Covered in white fur
With its little paws.
I smile back,
But the cat hisses at me.
People still smile back,
But I ignore them.
Nimisha Rana
I saw you standing there
I know you cannot bear
With weary eyes and skin so dry
You looked down wanting to cry

You want to hide in unknown places
Kept running away from your fears
Covering up your ears
To the words you don't want to hear

Storming days suddenly passed
You didn't moved until the sunlight flashed
You looked up and surveyed the sky
Finally found a reason to smile
Follow my writings on instagram @_spread _u_r_wings
I look at you
and dream of sunflowers
because you told me once
that home was where the sunflowers were
and I’ve been awaiting summer since then.
This is actually a dialogue I plan to include in the fantasy book I am writing :)
There will be many nights
Where you see a starless sky

There will be days
When it pours and rains endlessly

There will be evenings
When you wish you were
Anywhere but here

There will be times when
All you want is to be rescued

However, know that these times
Are simply ephemeral
They will not last till an eternity
I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she tells me it is my destiny,
and it is all in the email she sent me.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
because she possesses many Riches,
and she has promised me all of them.

I want to save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
from her wretched uncle,
who will steal her wealth and lock her away.

I would save this Princess from Zimbabwe --
but she only needs my Government ID,
Bank Account and Social Security.
they say its a key
but I don’t need to unlock it
when I've seen
what's behind them

it doesn't prevent it
but rather demotivates

Yet I sustain
my hope
and wonder.

I push on
until I set off
and I do so 
with as much knowledge
in my head 
as I have power
in my legs.
Regulus Cayapata
Bacakan untukku tragedi penghancur semesta
Dalam bayang yang merana
Ditengah malam para pendosa
Bacakan untukku kematian yang harum
Melesat masuk kedalam ringkuhnya tulang-tulangmu
Hingga remuk berbutir pasir
Panggil para penguasa dalam mayanya utopia
Biar mereka merangkak disana
Sunrise to sunset.
I miss every lonely star.
They are far yet close.
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
Saïda Boūzazy
She wanted to smile 
Yet, she fell down  
A shooting star is coming down  
Generating madness in the heart of sadness 
Dawn in the Dawn  
A Broken bird  lies  alone,
in the agony of sadness and madness.
I'll take to the streets with my flame,
Light up their darkness
So they can see the strength in my words.

I will not be silenced,
Made meek by the fear that my shoulders are too broad
For their expectations.

I will climb their walls
And fight for my right to love when I want
Or cry when I must.

And when the battle ebbs,
I will calmly sit beside the river and wait for you still.
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
Every single one
Would throw fire if they could
And try to forget
I am the sun.
I rise, and I fall into a sunset.
I circle the world, only to return back to you.
Worse than a nightmare;
Worse than death;
It is being alive with so much pain inside.
I found myself lost and alone
struggling to feel free
but as time moved along
I knew I could be a better me.
Ella Clark
I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.
I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.
I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.
I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.
I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.
I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.  I never got to say goodbye.

On my knees, falling to the ground, in your arms, screaming,

I never got to say goodbye.
A piece from a larger body of work about the death of my best friend.
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
Ghost of Jupiter
I could write a million poems about
about how wondrous you are
how you have opened up
the midnight sky
to show me galaxies
that I never knew existed

or of how you
plant gardens, a burst of blossoms
in every color
blooming eternal in my heart
just for you

or how you have pierced through
the ashen veils of grief
hanging over my eyes
to give me glimpse
of sunlight again

I could write a million poems
but my words
will never be enough
to tell you
how much you mean to me and
how much I so deeply
love you

Mary Anne Norton
Sharing poetry
Exposes one's self
To the elements
One has to weather
The storm
Anthony Collazo
May the mind of the broken rest
in the pond of forgets
where the past chains break free
from the pillars of regret
We often allow our selves to be overwhelmed with things that have long passed remember the lesson that it brought but realease all the stressing that is done
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