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 900° 
IrieSide
Let these words carry a harmony
The same feeling as a
Top 40

Tuning in,
Irieside
Peace in your vibe.
 281° 
Shane Roller
Your waspish smile
     Stings me
Like a hypocritical barb from a jaded glance
     A subtle trip, within a slow dance

Alas…

Your Poison ain’t what it used to be!
 230° 
Amanda
HSC
i was always envious
of the women
with their **** together
their confidence unparalleled
their stable nature

but not anymore...
it wasn’t luck
that got them to the top

i saw their names
etched into the walls of hell
as i walked through,
and now i understand
why they always have painted nails
...
they’re hiding the charcoal
hades survivors club
 207° 
Ray Dunn
let the sound of the music
drown out the check engine light
as your pulse beats to the drums
yolo
 197° 
Butch Decatoria
Turquoise reflections
Poolside on a clear day, cool
July Sky so blue.
Senryu
 195° 
Raj Bhandari
This life is nothing but an ongoing test,
You burn yourself, day & night, no rest
 184° 
Georgia Kereopa
why do I emote
by my pretty little cuts
give me mindful tears
 148° 
chaouki
i wrote two long complicated poems.
and somehow couldn't understand them either with such complicated vocabulary.
until she said "i miss us"
and that was their summary.
 128° 
Derrick Jones
In the sweet embrace
Of a well-written novel
I am infinite
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Thanks for reading!
 123° 
Lily
~I want to feel again the way we felt that night, the feeling that we were on top of the world~
 94° 
multi sumus
...nimbus permeates the firmament behesting the doleful eye

"here shall ye be concealed" susurrates the gale

"manumission conferred...solace as remuneration for despair"


... and so, let the ascetic rescission commence
shhh...let me hold you
 92° 
Lexie
I will not come home to anger
Whiskey
Astral projection
You know better
What are you keeping from
Secrets
Not so sweet
 90° 
wildflowerpetals
that moment when you realize

that all you hug at night

is your

stuffed

moose
I'm sorry you have to catch all these tears
 89° 
Megan Joseph
they fly by
the days,
i look down,
my hands are
wasted away
like the colorful leaves
that surround me,
the sun begins to set
like my time here,
i sink into the earth
the elements become me,
nothing lies
before me,
nor behind me,
it all disappears,
i become what I am:
nothing
 88° 
Kai
Cannot fall in love
without first loving yourself
or you know no love
Your first love should always be yourself!
 86° 
Muluuta Mugagga
love and hatred
are close neighbours!
emotions
 83° 
Sydney Rose
they shall have no confidence
to sing lips on stage to a crowd
of single furious eyes of rage
as they once did backstage
rehearsing successfully to thee
 75° 
Chris Saitta
Come home from eagle-throated distance,
The canoe-tip of the crescent moon scuds
Into the silt-gold, mud-bed of heaven.
Her face-dream beside the pine trees
The mollusc of purpled wampum beads shining.  

Bury my hands, ninidji, in the eagle’s nest,
Carry my feeling words to her on wings.
Let her mix roots, berries, clay
and the feather of my hands
To paint her face with my words and these trees.

Or let my hands ripple like flat-fish
Above the silt-bed of her slim stomach,
Held there in radiant scaled warmth.
Lappihanne, the rapid water of our river heart,
Like an arrow that glides from the bow,
My people where the tide ebbs and flows.

To us both, the dark, golden edge of woods whispers, kuwumaras
And the water arrow will never land,
But carried in my eagle’s hands,
I say kuwumaras, my love, and pierce through all darkness
To the empty path made full with the ripples of all who have passed.
My nika, swan of the woods, let us dive into the dark, golden sea
Of forever in the hills.
All italicized words are Algonquin.
"Wampum" is well-known as the colorful beads made from whelk shells and later used as currency in trading with New World explorers.
"Lappihanne" was the basis for the word Rappahannock, which is also the name of the tribe known as the "people of the ebb and flow tide"
"Kuwumaras" means "I love you"
All other words are self-explained in the above.

Roots, berries, clay, and sometimes feathers were used for face paint.
 65° 
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.
 65° 
Somon
When I first saw you,
I saw perfection.

When I got to know you,
I saw pain.

When I started loving you,
I saw strength.

Now...all that I see
Is what means everything to me.

What I see
Is the strength to go on.

What I see
Is the courage to do anything.

What I see
Is the love to be around anyone.

What I see
Is everything I need.
 63° 
M e l l o
ang buhay
ay parang pagtawid
sa kalsada
tingin sa kanan
tingin sa kabila
nag aantay na maging
berde ang ilaw
na nasa kabila
mabilisang pagtawid
sa kalsadang abala
sumasabay sa mga taong
hindi kilala
wag kang tumawid
pag ang umilaw ay pula
mas mabuting mag-antay
kesa masagasaan ka
Poem of the day.
I will be free in my heart!
I will be free in my soul!
The light of Christ will make me whole!
A radiant center of light I'll be!
The joy of the Lord will flow through me!

Allelujah! Allelujah! Allelu, allelujah! (3 X)
A joyful chant of celebration. To be sung with utter conviction.
 58° 
Donna
Think positive and
positive things will happen
Believe in yourself

❤️❤️❤️
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
 53° 
Nina
Never tell someone you love them
Don't give them the advantage of knowing.

Once they know,
they'll use it against you

they'll use you as a second option
as a fall back plan

because they know,
no matter what they do,
you'll always be there for them.
loving them
 52° 
atticus wilson
Until I can talk to my friend again
 52° 
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.
 52° 
Silverflame
I try so hard to be happy,
but what does that mean?
What does it look like?

I'm the monster inside
my head, I tell myself
things that reek of death.

In the middle of it all,
the light is burned out
and it's all my fault.

I gave in to the chaos
in my soul, now I'm lost.
I lost sight of control.
 52° 
Steven Cole
Never make promises that you cannot keep
Always back up your words with action
Consistency leads to
Satisfaction
But talk is always
cheap
Every idol word
spoken
Is another piece of trust
broken
 50° 
Vallery Obure
I will not complain that you left me..
Because.
Every minute that you stared at me, made me feel that I look beautiful too..
Every laugh you shared with me, made me feel that I can be happy too..
Every touch of you made me realize that I still can feel love..
Every moment that I spent with you made me feel that life can be beautiful
Yes, I will not complain that you left me…
I will wait for your return..if not this life.. Next life it is..
 48° 
Sam Clemens
Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world
 44° 
Theia
on your last day
the sun was shining
and big white clouds ran across the sky

someone held you tight
and told you, "i love you"
admired you
and cherished you

on your last day
all of your love poured out

you inspired
and you soared
you lived
and you died

your love remains
always
 43° 
Terry Collett
That she must stand close,
and he, wanting
to take her hand,
must do so
in his head,
and by his own
appearance,
pretend that he
does not feel
that way,
but deep down
he burns to touch
and feel,
but he does not,
and ignores it still.

That she is unaware,
that just by being
she moves him
to a darker place,
a place of lust,
confused with love,
and being unaware,
she stops to wait
and dreaming, stare.
 41° 
grumpy princess
Good morning, universe.
How was your sleep?
Good?
Do you still see him in your dream?

It's ok.
You're not alone.
Because the same thing happens to me, often.
And all i always do after woke up is cry.
can i sleep any longer? i wanna meet him once again.
 40° 
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
 40° 
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.
Walk
beyond the pale
and catch a look
at the proxy (yourself).
Glimpse at the unfamiliar,
at the sweet terror of someone,
you've never known (yourself).

Revel and tune in,
on the loose lips of a stranger(yourself).
in the queer warmness of this red rose.
Learn to love the unmanicured-self.
the new self that needs you.
 37° 
Qualyxian Quest
it's not great timeless art
but, Susan, I tried my best

now I write at night
before I take my rest

I seem to need the poetry bleed
my mind finds rhyme expressed

I loved you for a long time
yes, Quixotic my crazy quest

now just a little couplet
may you and your family be blessed
 35° 
JP
It's a fence
You want someone
you love
to
Break the fence...
 35° 
Starlight
rocked world
closed eyes
battle beat
broken sigh
mountainous drop
lady luck
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