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 1742° 
WL Schuett
She is a hive full of
Sweetness.
But , never far from
the sting .

“I see you “ she smiles
as she touches my face .

Upstairs she lies
with coverlets and curtains.

I am searching
and searching.
But , for what
I’m not sure .

Maybe diamonds
but probably
Fireflies and Lace .

Working towards not
losing my shadow.

My inertia’s held
prisoner
to her beauty
my moral vision
called and questioned.
The death of leaves ,
stranded on the high wire
in the back of beyond.
 483° 
Kayla
They told us
To keep our legs open
Unlike our mouths
 410° 
Hector
~

One day I won’t be touched or embraced,

we avoid old things, the fragile bones,

the wrinkled skin that aches,

my hands like stones

will count the time,

an old oak tree my spine

just sways and breaks,

and all alone

without a touch or embrace-


-
H.O
August 22, 2019
“I am too young to be called wise and I am too old to be called young.”
― Santosh Kalwar, Quote Me Everyday
 308° 
Sue Collins
Now listen to the truth: You have little to no power.
What happens is by pure chance and the roll of the dice.
There is no karmic response from the universe.
You are ironically sentient for no reason other than to suffer.

So what is the point? The midnight ocean, a tropical
Sunset, vanilla ice cream, words that resonate, a good battle won,
The feel and taste of a lover, the child skipping down the street,
The energy of sunlight and the calm of darkness. And one more day.
 250° 
Henry Bladon
They met up.
She said: we’re done.
He pleaded.
She rolled her eyes.
He cried.
She laughed.
He sniffed.
She blew smoke into the air.
He coughed.
She walked away.
 244° 
Mandalina
sometimes it's easier to let the red out

than it is to speak what's on my mind




-j.m.k
On dit communément
"La plus belle fille du monde
Ne peut donner que ce qu'elle a"
Dixit Sébastien-Roch Nicolas de Chamfort. Et il poursuit :
"Ce qui est très faux : elle donne précisément ce qu'on croit recevoir puisqu'en ce genre c'est l'imagination qui fait le prix de ce qu'on reçoit"
Voilà ce que tu me fredonnes en boucles
Pour me faire comprendre que tu es ma muse
Et tu me chuchotes que tu es généreuse
Et ce généreuse-la génère en moi des génies et des elfes et des étoiles
Géantes
Tu me donnes des ailes et je me gonfle et m'élève et je me fais Musc.
La plus belle Muse du Monde ne peut donner que ce qu'elle a.

Ce que tu possèdes, Muse, c'est ce venin de ton ombre qui m'empoisonne
Et moi Musc, je t'apporte en dot son antidote dont je foisonne.
 199° 
ymmiJ
living on cloud eight
one less than higher demand nine
this view is just fine
 197° 
Hannah
I don't believe in soul mates
What I do believe in
Is people that connect
On some deeper level
Immediately upon acquaintance
And not meaning you agree
On where to eat for dinner
But the connection where your heart
Seems to slip out
Of your rib cage
Because it's found a home
Outside of your chest.
 179° 
Fake Leprechaun
I walked until I saw the ocean.
And the wind made me think.
I stared at the waters and I saw your eyes.
I closed mine and I could feel your hand.

Memories of a past that I did not live.
In a present that I cannot see.
Dreaming about a future that don't belong to me.

I think that is my purpose.
A dream surfer.
A mind dweller.
A dead poet.

But now my feet are wet.
My clothes are not clean.
The sun is about to set.
In an image that I've never seen.
The sun kissing the sea.
In a picture that not even the gods could foreseen.

I must now go to a place that I cannot be found.
Deep waters….
If you want you can come too.
Because in the depths of my mind I found you.
 165° 
Stephen S
I am here, but you can't see me.

I am close, but you can't touch me.

I am thinking of you, but you don't know it.

I am praying for you, but you don't hear it.

I care for you, but it may not be obvious.

I cry for you, but keep my tears carefully hidden.

I am here.

How different would things be if I weren't?
 161° 
Abby
Calm as a creek,
Strong as a river,
Beautiful as a flame,
Dangerous as a wildfire;
Do not cross a woman
With a mind like the ocean
And a soul made of fire
If you are not prepared for a
storm
 129° 
Marina
If you've seen me
If you've listened

If you read me,
I am fire.
Filled with ambition, love, an emotion.
I'm my own canvas
I write my story.
If I were a book, would you read through all
The pages from the hurting to success?

What is real to you
Will prosper.
I imagined her into my life
While I was writing blessings to him
For a new chapter; knowing it won't last.
I'm happy with all these pages,
Yet I'm still writing
 99° 
Tammy Cusick
/
The softer the skin,
The sharper the teeth,
Smiling back in a paradigm of grief.
 94° 
Sam Maye
i am a girl that is gone.
i am a boy that is gone.
i am something in between that is gone.
gone, gone, gone.
altogether.. i am gone.
 90° 
thara
why can't you see
that i love you
maybe its cause
i can never tell you
as days go by
i fall a little more
knowing that
you'll probably never
feel that way too
~thara
so this is a realllllllllllllllly old poem i wrote,when i was HOPELESSLY crushing on my friend who i was sure was straight.ouch.
 88° 
Antigone Awkward
Beaming parents,
Newborn christened,
Warning issued,
No one listened.
Caterers
And a marquee,
But someone failed
To invite me.

Baptism present
Almost apt
Dragged behind
Badly wrapped.
Turning circles
Blackboard squeal,
An antiquated
Spinning wheel.
 80° 
King
Sometimes,
being good
isn't about
acting kind.
 77° 
Vivian
Your eyes, reflecting the burning of my heart
Fireflies dancing in the humid air
As lazy clouds float past, painted on dark blue skies
Resting against the edge of the horizons' cool waters
Another summer spent,
Together with you
 74° 
c
I think my tragic flaw
Is reading the warning label
On every person
And pulling a Romeo
On each boy
marked “Toxic”
 74° 
Jaxey
You held the paper
between you lips
and inhaled

I've never
Been so jealous
Of a cigarette
It should have been me
 68° 
JC
Feeling so useless
So pardon my rudeness
you can go to hell

Feeling so stupid
But my thoughts are lucid
You can all go to hell

Huh
I guess I feel courageous
I know this will be outrageous
But I truly feel rampageous

So with a shameless mind
And words that are not confined
Do me a favor and kindly go to hell
Just venting
And it's been awhile since I've posted on here, so here it is
 67° 
Seanathon
Inside every tree
Once grown, is a seed of life
And death yet to be
Tuesday 12 - How we all have the potential to live and die ... YUP.
 62° 
vunny
We all face tough stuff in life.
And I am not going to debate whether someone else's rough patch was rougher than mine, suffered more, fell to lower lows.
What's the point of that?
When you suffer you suffer.
 62° 
Peter Balkus
My shadow
it wants to be me,
it's jealous,
can't walk and can't sleep.
It thinks
that I'm living a dream,
and to be me
it would do anything.

Be careful
what you wish for
- I say to it.
 59° 
Jason James
I want more beer, but it's far too hot to take the walk.
At times like these
I wish I had a car.
 52° 
purple heart
the night sounds so peaceful;
shush, i said to myself.
the feeling i was waiting for, wanting to stay.
without a reason.
 48° 
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.
 47° 
spoon
So much depends
Upon

A great blue
Ocean

Blanketing over the
fishes

Shimmering under the
Sun
inspired by william carlos williams’s “the red wheelbarrow”
 46° 
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.
 45° 
Morgan
Like a magical night
when everything goes right

And he gets what you mean
you say "This is the Joint!"

When he laughs cuz you're funny
and your jokes are on point

When he asks for your number
and you give it out wrong

When the movement is Music
and you both know the song

When you dare not to care
so you're free to be you

Now he's feeling your vibe
and you're feeling it too

It's a night to remember
but never repeat

Cuz it was what it was
In that hot summer heat
 44° 
kaye
Ma
Fri, 23rd August 2019

I know we've met before
Let it be in dreams or real life
I know you're my better half
Infatuation (orlove)
 43° 
flower child
O.
I want you
All of you
The good the bad
Everything in between

But do you want me
For everything I am
Like I want you
For everything you are

I’ve grown attached
But you seem distant
Please let me in
I just want you
 43° 
Kriti Gupta
do I owe the world for keeping me alive
staring at the ceiling, staring up at night
twisting away at my insides
towers of disappointment, my battle cry
 39° 
laura

why do you tease me so
querulous and catty and quirky
the many faces you have
delights so svelte, online media
you write almost tangible
and your beautiful braid-dangles

stupid thoughts, bad cup
pollen from the dandelions
breeze by, heron umbrella
of Autumn's shadow--
the ghosts of never again haunt here
despite you sweetening
the edible tangles
 37° 
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.
 37° 
Yours Truly
“This is my last time”,
I said 4 times ago
As I paint my brittle fingernails
Red with blood
Somethings deeply wrong with me
 37° 
deyrah
The only thing....
Standing in between dreams and reality.
Is yhu...
When yhu feel pressed against the world, and no one seems to want to fit into yhur shoes, to actually know yhur plight.
 36° 
Salmabanu Hatim
He was the hurricane,
And I was his eye.
22/8/2019
 36° 
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
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