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yellow soul
The fact
The we won’t
Ever get
Together again
Tears me


I see everyone,
but no one sees me.
I hear everyone,
but no one hears me.
I touch everyone,
but no one touches me.
I know everyone,
but no one knows me.
The invisible me!
I like being with you
Seeing the trees
The greens change
In the sun
And the sky
Feeling nature
Crown Shyness
I have a pain in my legs, and my right foot
I can't tell if it's from running,
being tense all the time,
or if it's growing pains

I have a sore throat
It hurts to swallow
You know, it's summer
But I think I'm catching a cold

I have a bruise on my head
A patch of hair missing the size of the nickle
I think it's from when I (accidentally)
Ran headfirst into a wall

I have an ache in my heart
A hole in my brain
I can't tell if it's from thinking too much
Or feeling too much
It's all the same
"I feel like such a mess right now it's hilarious."
This was me on July 14/15. As of now I actually have a cold and my legs aren't sore anymore.
Panemorfi Onama
let me tell you about the olden days,
they were just gone,
and all you'd see,
is the sun getting up,
from dawn to dawn.
oh, the olden days,
they are just gone,
no sense no thoughts,
no lies they just ran.
and soon,
you look at the mirror,
a white head with a frown,
what's wrong old man?
your days are gone.
let me live mine now,
but I can't,
this old liver is leaking,
my bile turned to stone,
oh, olden days what happened?
I've done wrong.
Akshita Ray
I listen to the moon
The moon tells me a story
I memorize each detail

I try to hide
In between the sheets of a notebook
The moon continues to shed
It’s light on my nook

Now, it’s half past twelve
I have forgotten all my learnings
I ask the moon to kindly
Narrate to me a story

Some fable to remember
To fall asleep peacefully with
The moon shows no mercy
The stars offer no support

I hide in the aftermath
Of the monstrosity of
The demons
Of my own making

The moon never tells
A lie
I have never been more

I can’t describe
In words
Or numbers
Or colors

There’s just smoke
Tears on my denim
My notebook
And the moonlight
Risa Njoroge
I can not be loving you like this,
Forgetting to let my heart beat,
And constantly wondering what you need,

Or feel,
I’m losing me,
Alone fighting for us in this quicksand you told me was called love!

I can not be loving you like this,
Feeling like am losing a little part of me,
With each skipped beat from a heart that no longer wants to feel,

I can not be loving you like this,
Dreaming dreams I will never live,
And grasping onto pieces of our sinking ship!

Or feeling;
Like I am alone roaming this earth
Living in the memories of our last kiss

I can not be loving you like this,
Wishing you were here kissing my lips,
And living in a castle that we will never build!

Or losing,
Me, while I seek thee,
In your world where you see all but me,

I simply can not go on;
Loving you,
No, not like this!

I can not feel,
When you standing there smiling at me,
I can not be loving you, no not like this!
In this quicksand he called love!
जीवन सड़क जैसा है
जिसे इससे गुजारना है
उसे गुजारना ही है
चाहे हो भारी
चाहे हो प्रभारी
चाहे हो तेज
चाहे हो निस्तेज
जिसे इस से गुजरना है
उसे गुजरना ही है।

ना करो कोशिश
किसी को रोकने की
हां एक साइन बोर्ड से
सलाह देनी सही चलने की
ना तेज दौड़ाने की
ना अटकाओ रोड़े
नहीं तो निकल आएंगे
खुद के ही फोड़े
बस सब को सहना है
जिसे इससे गुजरना है
उसे गुजरना ही है।

जीतना होगा लंबा
उतने ही होंगे इम्तिहान
ज्यादा होंगे नए मुकाम
भारी देख रोकना नहीं
हल्का देख मुस्कुराना नहीं
जीतनी होगी निर्लिप्तता
उतनी होगी स्वाभाविकता
चमक से कुछ होना नहीं
धीरज कभी खोना नहीं
खाली कभी रहना नहीं
जो आए वही गहना है
जिसे इससे गुजरना है
उसे गुजरना ही है ।।
Carl D'Souza
I compose songs
which express how I live.
I compose melodies
which joyfully exercise the heart.
I compose rhythms
which move the heart to dance.
Niki Gray
Pain is better than numbness,
because at least I can feel
my life not just move through it.
Thank you for taking the time to read my poetry.
Qualyxian Quest
Ireland like a thread
         to and for my beloved Dead
                     Chicago to the Brazen Head ...

m h John
the moon pulled the tide
to new highs of extreme
scared to come down
the ocean forgot
all he used to be
until the sun came around
and the waves could now hear
the significance of its own sound
he thanked the sun
for bringing him
back to the ground,
“don’t worry”
said the moon
“i’ll be back for another round”
the moon is my enemy + friend
Perhaps one day I'll look up and see
The same stars that you do
But for now, I'll settle for
That strange light in your eyes
Du du du...
I am a tiger and a fawn.
The she-wolf that screams to the moon at dusk
And the meadowlark that whistles to the sun at dawn.
I am darkness and I am light
Flipping my tangled hair to the cascading stars at night
Lifting my hands in prayer, releasing the morning birds to flight.
And I will protect them,
These birds of freedom.
I will carve their songs
Deeply into my heart
And set aside a space
Where the cruelty of this world
Cannot, ever, tear them apart.
So laugh my little children,
And sing your songs of glory,
You are safe
You are heard
And you are worthy.
I expected the worst.
Now that it came,
It still hurt me
The most.
You gave me something to lose
don't worry I am happy even with your residues
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.
wink and grin and lips
blue sky eyes and sunset dress
you, a dream at sight
i am looking
at you
as you look
at her
and though
it's all temporary
it still
hurts me
to the bone

- i'm trying to forget
Emma Price
Does it make you feel better
thinking you're better
than everyone in the room

Does it make you feel warmer
making me colder
leaving me alone in a tomb

Does it make you feel smarter
dating the smarter
of the corpses you exhume

Does it make you feel better
taking out everyone better
who you perceive in the room
~much love
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.
What’s in a picture, does the world stand still , is time captured forever in in all it’s good will, are our memories of past captured to last !!

She gave me PAIN....

Her name wasn’t
My heart still beats,
My body still breathes,
And the earth still travels
Scattered books and pens
A noose hanging from the roof
The ink running dry
First attempt in Haiku,
I wrote it a couple months ago during the final exams.
Living life
to please
is a
waste of
You are the sun
I am the moon
And whatever we create
Will be the world.
But it was just my dream.
"i've got everything."
i know i do,
but the darkness doesn't discriminate
like you want it to.
it chases me despite my privilege,
despite my "perfect education,"
my "perfect family,"
my "perfect life,"
despite your protesting.
you cannot stop the darkness,
no matter how hard you try.
you cannot stop the darkness,
and neither can I.
sad ***** hours
Stay immortal,
leave your legacy

Conquer the greatest dragon
rescue the bravest princess
find your hero
deep within
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
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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.
Janet Aitch
I sat in the shelter
as the sunset flared

In my steel thermos
is hot freeze-dried coffee
instant, not ground
a sure reviver
I feel like I’m in a dark room
Without light or a sense of direction
I used to be scared by the infinite gloom
But now I know you’re somewhere in it
Anxiety knows the world is burning
   Even if we can't see the flames

Anxiety knows predators are out there
   Even if we don’t know their names

Anxiety knows bad luck happens
  Simply unfortunate events lay claim

Anxiety knows less about statistics
   And much about things that maim
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
Picture this;
A love so rare,
so raw,
at times flawed but magnificent.
One that inspires
and catches you off guard.
A love that creates wonder
and curiosity
Now picture this;
all this love,
is you.
Everything is changing,
And I didn't think we'd make it,
for a second,
But it was the second,
and I'd go back to the beginning,
just to meet you again.
Stained Glass
"But the problem is, even if i could go back,
                                                     I wouldn't belong there anymore."
Neha Sharma
What is love ?
I never knew.
Until I fell for you....

~your smiling queen :)
You made me understand the meaning of love.
soaking in the sunlight
under the trellis of greenery,
shadows dancing on the face
and warmth lulling to a slumber,
faint music pouring into the ears,
and fleets of feelings unfolding
dancing with the memories,
untold stories peeking behind
the closed lit eyes,
pressing to let out.
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