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 363° 
Radhika Krishna
I stare at the mirror
not because I'm vain
and not because I'm pretty
I stare at the mirror
because the person looking back
is not me
It's a black, shadowy wisp
that runs away
when I try to touch it
I'm referring to myself as a shadowy wisp because nobody really notices me anywhere and I shy away when someone does notice.
 203° 
Anna Freshour
even in your arms,
you've been out of touch.
 174° 
Melinda Barrett
Someday I’ll be just ashes & a memory
 173° 
Abecedarius Rucker
We make
so much sense. But not
to you.
 170° 
A Mess of Words
We might have
laughed our way into age,
growing older,
shorter,
wider
together.

Instead,
we parted,
while yet young
and thin
and proud.
 153° 
saint
remember to never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever
ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever

compare yourself
 142° 
Laura Trueman
So if you don’t respect me as an intellectual
You don’t get my love
Be a you have nothing to do with the intellectual community
 110° 
Mario Benedetti
Yo también tengo ruinas
y si acudo al pasado
ya no sé a quién o a quiénes
busco entre los escombros
son ruinas sin prestigio
sin guías y con musgo
inmensas y mezquinas
señas de lo que fui
columpios desnudeces
huellas crepusculares matutinas nocturnas
la luna las descubre
les dice lo que eran
columnas de tesón cúmulos de experiencia
pedernales de amor
catacumbas de miedo

yo también tengo ruinas
pero no deslumbradas
sino ciegas distantes
residuos de palabras
vestigios de rencores
esquirlas de castigos
reliquias de caricias
ruinas tan taciturnas
calimas de la pena
albergan sus fantasmas
como todas las ruinas
y como todas dejan
escuchar su lamento

yo también tengo ruinas
meses y años troceados
muñones de confianza
perdones en añicos
piedras en las que a veces
me reconozco       entonces
amo la piel rugosa
de mis hermanas ruinas
 105° 
Wyatt
You never have to say
that the story is over
at the end of the last page.
 101° 
sandra wyllie
Speak

as if the world was going to
sleep. And the grass was growing
melatonin. Everyone’s interest was
stolen by the sandman in the sky.

Speak
as if this were the very last words
they’ll hear. Make it loud and clear. Cut
out the jargon and hyperbole. Sing it with
luster and glee.

Speak
as if the sky were falling. And chicken
little was calling everyone to run
for cover. Allow your words to be their
umbrella. When the sky falls to pieces
as a puzzle you’ll be their blood and muscle.
Life is beautiful without some people in it.
 93° 
Mari
Why can't my
Heart be empty?
 78° 
Skye
There are five stages of grief:

Denial
Anger
Bargaining
Depression
Acceptance
Look out for more poems on this topic. Written by me
 74° 
Aurora RW
This poem can be read three ways, straight through, 1st line every other, 2nd line every other

Her heart is closed

In a casket of gold

Sealed by magic

With stories untold

Far beyond the moonlit sky

How will this adventure unfold?

Up and away in galaxies unknown

Her soul with scars so very bold.

She makes her way to the path most sure

To find her weapon to break the mold.

—AuroraRW
Always have that energy
As your spiritual guide
To lift yourself up greatly
As that ship sails along the tide
Waters may sometimes be rocky
But, you must have that strong will to survive
Be that beacon of light
In order to continue to thrive
 71° 
Brian
Never is such a powerful word to others
Never give up
Never leave you
Never stop loving you

Never is such a hurtful word for me
Never going to survive this
Never good enough
Never going to have you
 65° 
yasmin
Everything you hate in others
lives deep down
inside of you.

Find him.
Find yourself.
 56° 
Scott Montgonery
Life asks what it thinks we can handle
Like lighting a flame to burn the candle
Life's not as hard as they leave you to believe
Life's just different so live and see!
 55° 
LLillis
The coldest night air
Seems no different than the
Space around the stars.
The mercury is dropping faster then we expected. It’s not quite polar vortex weather yet but the dry air and static warns of its approach.
 54° 
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.
 53° 
Anmol Mago
I saw a
br      en
ok  
heart
b
        u
    r    
             n
within my
soul
and its ash
s m e l l s
just like
love
Dedicated just to (you)
 51° 
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!
 50° 
Gavin
I cough words
onto a page,
and hold it up to the world.
They call it art, they call it poetry.
 50° 
Anka
Nights may seem long,
but day must come eventually.
 45° 
Laiba
What I really want
What I really really want
Is to die
I HATE LIFE
 43° 
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
 43° 
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
 42° 
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.
 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.
 41° 
Garrett Johnson
Saw myself as you knew me.

Where.
Do you fit in here.
What.
Do you know about sinking here.
Why.
Did you think I'd think you'd miss me here.
Here at the Pinnacle of here.
& The adolescents of never.



Garrett Johnson.
Seems so far away.
 40° 
café
the more sleepless days
I spend awake
eyes closed

I realize the night is short
the morning will rise and haunt me
 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.
 39° 
georgia
hello stranger,
how are you?
are you happy?
did you get everything you ever wanted?
did you lose yourself in the process?
 38° 
Julianna
13 years on the planet
and I can’t get it right
the personality
the ****** expressions
the life
I can’t get it right
maybe I never will
 36° 
Carlo C Gomez
The city that never sleeps
is also
The city that never dreams

Look out for future unrest!
 35° 
Adrienne
If God made us to be      
c---o---n---e---c---t---e---d     
then why do we build     
||||W||||A||||L||||L||||S||||    
to keep each other out?
 34° 
sophia
Fake smile
Dried eyes
Scratched wrists
Bruised thighs
White pills
Rope tied
Gun loaded
SUICIDE.
 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° 
Jon York
HATE   has   4   letters,
so does LOVE.  ENEMIES
has  7  letters,  so   does
FRIENDS.   LYING  has  5
letters,  so  does  TRUTH.

NEGATIVE  has  8  letters,
so  does  POSITIVE.

UNDER  has  5  letters, so
does  ABOVE.  CRY  has
3  letters,  so  does   JOY.
ANGER  has  5  letters, so
does  HAPPY.  

Do you think that this is just a coincidence?

RIGHT  has  5  letters, so
does  WRONG.   HURT
has 4 letters, so does HEAL.

Not all storms come to
disrupt your life, some
come to clear your path.

Life is a double edged
sword, exceed your expectations,
dance the night away,
be your best self.
Don't look back.

Some people feel the rain,
others  just  get  wet, so
just do what makes your
soul shine.                                                                          Jon York   2019
 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.
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