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You're a beautiful poem, but I'm not the verse who fits to you .
a love this intense
one of the most sought after things
it’s in the way you look at me
the way i say your name

to love is to fear
fear everything you may lose
but if you don’t try
you’ll never know
what you might gain
Don’t sing
They taunt.
You said your address is 7773
Come out to the country and see me.
I launch myself into your open arms.
You catch me midair, as you always do.
Mine is 3777.
Same side of the mountains as you
Surprised, but I don’t know why.
Our numbers consistently align
We should be used to the subtle reminders
of the inner workings of the universe
By now
It’s been happening to us for years.
So interesting how numbers appear to us if we’re paying attention. I don’t think it’s random
Growth looks different on everyone.
Don't try to look for the same face twice.
Saw it all,
One last time...
Slowly, pressed "DELETE"
Swore to myself,
This mistake shall not repeat.

But I know, you know
I was bluffing.

It happened again.
I saw it all one more time,
One last time.
But this time, my hands don't tremble
I press not slowly, but swiftly "DELETE"
And I know, for sure,
It won't repeat.
***** display their phantom religiosity.

Dirigibles drift in hapless abandon.

The horseman croaks for a pittance,
while the Christ-person blithely ignores his pathetic beseechment.


The wrath of the path,
press vital visions into subterranean oblivion.
Stephen Leacock
The Emperor
The Emperor like a god head
The builder that is said
The fire like a red bird of his power and red robe  that comes from planet that is red
The self disciplined and self love and armor that is stronger than lead
The gray throne that he sits on
The wisdom of experiences of the golden crown on his head
The Ankh, Eternal power Beyond the dead
His family from the spread
The process of work turning things into action
Transforming  the thoughts and vibration  that comes from his head and words that are said
The tools of his wisdom and knowledge that squares things into manifestation
That turns into gold from lead
There's a tomorrow
for every night
rest and respite
for every war and fight
and there's someone else too, my love
out there in the blue
but that someone else
just isn't you
What good
are doors on the floor
just invite yourself in
I can't stop you
I'm asleep
everyone sleeps
thats no weakness
still unsafe
close my eyes
never again
I can try.
I'll drink your poison tonight.
It was not your fault but mine.
Forgive me but you can't because
you don't know how. Maybe in my
mourning I'll nail me to your cross
and die for you one final time.
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
I am happy that time flies
Cause then I can think of time as the bird
I watch from my balcony
Stopping by here and there
To say hello
Then taking flight
To remind me he doesn't belong to me
I know we can be friends
When I hear him chirp as I sit inside
As if he's telling me to come sit with him
But he is not a tangible creature
And would take flight once again
If I ever tried to reach for him
caught in a conflict
one has my time
one has my attention

he has my heart
the other one has my affection

my heart is tied to both
but the strings are getting tangled

which one do I have a future with?
Sophia L
I love myself more.
Fall for me,
I beg at night while I watch his eyes wander.
Wondering why I'm not getting his attention.
Knowing I will always be the second choice waiting to be picked.
Today he forgot about all the little lies and heartbreak that came from his mouth.
I put on a smile and pretended that he really did change.
Knowing that it's an act that will last a day.
In the land of the blind the man with one eye is king.

A sheep lives his whole life fearing the wolf.
Only to be eaten by the Sheppard.

Only God can grow a flower.
But any child can sit and pick it apart.

In order for one man to have everything.
Another man must have nothing.

Money is the root of all evil.
Yet every church asks for it.

When darkness is revealed.
Light becomes harder to find.
Anthony Suchan
the thing between you and me.
where i think of you most.
my favorite thing to spend on you.
where i get lost in you most.
the thing you bring to me.
where i embrace you most.
one of many things i see in you.
where i melt for you most.
the things currently above my head.
East Wind
Collections of my disorderly thoughts
gathered together with knots
of my ample desire
to make sense of my everyday life.
I write poetry, however bad they might be, to help me analyze my feelings.
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
‪My favorite thing about the rain‬
‪Is the sound it makes‬
‪Dropping down to the earth ‬
‪Helping me sleep when I’m awake‬
‪The coziness and danger‬
‪Ever lie in wait nearby‬
‪Sitting by the fire ‬
‪Trying to stay dry‬
While looking out the window
Admiring the sky
‪And watching each and every droplet‬
‪Shimmer in the night‬
"Hey, I worry that                    
music's our only shared thing."    
            "It's fine. That's enough"

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Onward and upward,
Forward and forward,
Inward and outward.

So the light of reason is cast.

Only to fall upon, scatter,
And lose itself in this masterful, incoherent cognitive refuse.

In paths averted, everted, subverted and outraged,
Decipherable only by hallucinatory and encrypted minds,
So it travels.

Thus the pedestrian is assaulted.

Behold how his peppered mind reels!
How his thirst for the absurd is sated.

And how he too, seeks refuge in incomprehensibility.
You are my unsent message.
The cursor blinking rhythmically,
With my heartbeat,
For me to hit send.
But I am not ready,
And I’m not sure if I ever will be
So I left it like that.
Unsent. Unseen. Unread.
“I miss you.”
brian odongo
the night
my sight.

the moon
shines bright.

the stars
haunt me
over and over

I am an owl,
A nyctophile.
Carlo C Gomez
Money may not
grow on trees
But far too many people
are willing to go
out on a limb for it
Neville Johnson
We turned off our dating apps at the same time
We both knew
We were in this together
Going forward
It took one dinner
Followed by drinks
Then a kiss
Here we are today
Oh yeah, it all worked out
Enough to say
Wishes come true
And dating apps work
Here we are today
Exhibit A
You messaged me today
I listened to what you had to say
My heart didn't hurt
You didn't try to flirt
You apologized to me
And said you'd like to see...
You'd like to see me and catch up
I said okay
I could talk to you today
Is this healing
Because I have no feeling
I have no feelings left for you
Eyes are the window to the soul,

But what if,

You don't have one of those?
They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love.
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
Delton Peele
The only evidence known to exist
Is locked in the midst of my psyche............
And f.y.i.......
I'm in culpable remiss on this
And anyway it's strictly here say
At least that's what I'm told .
But don't quote me on that!
K ?
So you want to ask me another question?
Wait !
can you ask me a question without asking me a question?
going home isn’t always
returning to a place.
it is returning to yourself.
Left To Rot
Before I met you I had nine lives,
safely preserved, well kept,
it's hard to believe I lost four
just in the day we met.
You spent three months around,
I lost three more each hangout,
now you're gone and I only have two,
but I'd give them to you without a doubt.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
You once asked me if I could ever describe you in four words, what they would be.
I finally figured it out.
"control c, control v"
i know letters aren't words but ohhhhh weelllll (:
The warriors of the day fight against the
Dying of the the light turning into ghosts
Of remembrance and nothing more. Yet a
A remnant remains .  The warriors of the
Darkness they to must yield to the coming
Morn but a remnant of all remains in our
Memory to foreshadows the knowing that
Nothing is more constant than change and.
All enmity is futile because all that we can-
Will remember wii be the treasures that are
Stored in heaven; and when we clearly see
The tales told by an idiot we will laugh like
The lover who watches his children play and
Would see them playon forever in his sight.r days
So at the end of our days we shall see God  even
As He now sees us.  With Love in all our ways
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.
Some may think , ' we are lucky enough to get both eyes'
                                 ' We are lucky enough to see this world'

Others may think , ' we are lucky enough to get blind wisdom
                                    ' we are lucky enough to know true world'
Inspired from ' Hold my Hand' written by Durjoy Dutta.
Its a story of  a brilliant young man from India falls for a beautiful, knowledgeable girl , who's really blind, from Hong Kong.
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
I want to spin
Myself into a
Just to
Because without the storm, how would you know what calm is?
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