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I am quiet, still
A body of water at rest
Waiting to be disturbed
I'm sorry to those I hurt.
I know I can destroy with words.
I know you didn't mean it.
I know I can be mean.
I'm sorry.
Richard Matheson
She only has so much weakness to bleed,
so much effort to save,
so much anxiety to drain.

I've painted enough words.
You get the point,
but there is less a period.

I've often wondered if, why, when, and how much
it weighs.

It weighs exactly as much as the leaves
you wear upon your hair.
Mark Kelley

Alone is not lonely
Alone is not sad
What once made me happy
Still makes me glad

We're tethered by memory
We're grounded by heart
As the moon surely rises
The sea will then part

Alone's not a mystery
Alone's not a dream
A wonder of wonders
It remains to be seen

We're here for an instant
We're gone in a flash
What once seemed the future's
Already the past

Alone is not painful
Alone is not fear
It lives in the answers
We're waiting to hear

We search for a savior
We walk with a saint
We'll find the gold nugget
Hidden under the paint

Alone is my top hat
The suit that I wear
I wander the highlands
I walk through the fair

Sometimes past midnight
In winters deep freeze
Alone's with redemption
In prayer on it's knees

In mornings soft sunrise
By dawns early light
Alone's warming fire
Is where I abide

Alone is my angel
My guardian guide
Was there for my birth
Will be there when I die
Path Humble
the count starts now (tired of tired)

I read your outcry at 3:00am
posted on Facebook

you are
tired of tired
sick of sick
the only question, will it ever end...

rise this day,  start another way...

count your blessing
count against all odds
for there are more than merely one

use both hands
both hands chested to feel the heart thrusting,
for living is a wondrous blessing unique
an unbelievable to believe than so many beats,
born and borne,
by you, a strength unequaled,
you a richness possessed

count that one first.
count my hands holding your shoulders.
count that as two, one for me, one for you.

more? more.  

mirror.  find the tiny light in each eye against a yellow backdrop.

add two more. for they are a sparking confidence of confirming.

you felt the heart thrumming
go back, feel the breathing warmth breaching forth.
add another. for now known you can never ever be cold.

wash the face, wash away the caution that sleep leaves,
the coverlet of fear that fears you not to dare,
amazing that tap water plain is sacred when it
miracle breaks you out and anoints thy forehead with pure oil like the kings of yore, be a kingly human being.

go out. do not return
until one act of kind is performed and
count that as a thousand blessed, a sum recurring recounted

walk humble and the path will always appear.
walk contented for you can be both king and servant,
there is no difference - you must be both to be the other

and if you still cannot raise the head,
call me.
that would be a blessing for me
and I will hear your blessings sounds mine merge,
dear friend and no more stranger,
that is the simplest definition of our learning to count to
4:00am I read your cry on facebook
If I knew today was our last
I would not have lingered in the past

I can’t wait anymore
I walking out that door

Don’t go, stay
It’s never going to work that way

You pushed me to the side
For it was MY emotions I had to hide

It was the piece of MY heart that died

Stop making all about you
It’s MY anger that brews

It’s all about how you felt
About the blows you where dealt

Getting mad cause I care
Guess MY heart was caught in a snare

And you pushed me away
I can’t stay

I got to find MY way out of here
This is goodbye my dear …
Love is a difficult find and it requires two people to communicate and love each other.It does not help if its only a one sided communication.ME,ME,ME....Take the time to listen but also the SPEAK.
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Luis A Estable
Of all the things that sweet contain,
A kiss does clearly come in first.
So say the mother, son , and lover;
And now my tears that turn my brain.

Kissing is sweet and makes the blood
The proper warmth before the act.
In every *** that e'er was good,
With kisses we did make a pact.
Who can disagree with this!
who knew a soul could ache in this way
It was blue and I knew it could not be a sea
and the waves that I saw were not people
waving to me
drowned in it anyway.

Seeing things in colour when the colour's not there
and it's all in the mind which is slightly unfair,
but definitely blue

and no plastic bags.

If I could swim on a whim or
a wing and a prayer and the
colour imagined
was the colour of your hair
and the waves were just curls
when you crinkle your eyes,
I'd be happier.

Making sense of some nonsense
and much of Nonsuch
touching all of the bases
the one-legged man
and his crutch,

they say,
'he's as mad as a hatter'
and that a' can believe.

it's bedtime and book to
be read time,
sleepy head's having some
me time,
some time later I'll sleep.
Ron Gavalik
Create art
every day
If you cannot
then make just one
piece of art
which is the work of life
Make it imperfect
and worthy of memory
every day

–Ron Gavalik
Daniel Ruiz
I'm here sitting
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.
I would like to fall in love the way I fall asleep.

First I feel dizzy, I want to close my eye so badly and let go of any tension.

Then come the dark and yet I feel so confident and safe

And I start dreaming like everything is possible.

I wish I fall in love the way I fall asleep.
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
Beautifully Broken
Society does not allow
Us to freely think
We come here
To spill our ink
John Destalo
There is less of her today
than there was yesterday.

I can feel it when
I wrap my arms around her waist.
Her deepest breath
is shallow
as if trying to swim
in deep water.

When I say “I love only you”
she hears
“I could love you, if only…”

When I hold her hand
I dare not squeeze;
she feels enough pressure
just being.
lemons and rain
for dinner I took all of your teeth
out of the drawer and crushed them up
into a powder and let it dry out my tongue.
you shouldn't have left your smile with me.
I dumped all your leftover fidelity
out onto a plate and ate it cold.
left on my tongue was
sour styrofoam
from the back of the fridge.
the same taste as when
you'd stick your hand out
of the car window.
some things never change.
if ever

you don’t


like you have a home,

pull me close,

wrap your arms around me,

rest your head on my chest,

close your eyes,

and feel the warmth of the fireplace

resonating from within my heart.
Understanding you was like
Understanding what a bird chirps
Like understanding why
The universe is infinite
Understanding you was like
Figuring out how someone can be
Everything and nothing
All at once
you are game over.
vision behind weary eyes,
when does this love stop?
An apple of truth is gold in
pictures of silver  when
planted in the soil of time.

A tree of truth planted
bears eternal fruits and
tree of wickedness spreads
for a season and dries up.

Truth may be stunted in
the beginning but an oak
it turns in the end.

Wickedness spreads like a
wild bay at dawn
but its death comes like
a thief in the night.
Broken Cardinal
You lit up my world like a
Quick strike of a match,
Illuminating everything yet
Fast consuming anything.
I can't believe I fell so fast
Again and so I
Watch from afar
The still singeing debris.
At the core of it
Lies your crumpled blackened body,
Poised perfectly to a
Tempting degree.
I don't think you quite get how much I
Smile when I see your face, and so
It broke me when I saw you with his.

the mirror was her friend
but all she saw
was her ghastly skeletal
reflection telling
her to put down the food once more.

Tee M
If I got lost in my labyrinth of a mind,
Would you find me and greet me with a smile?
Would you miss me if I ran away?
Would you realise I left you in the yesterday?
If I lost this battle I'm fighting with myself,
Would you keep my family strong, and focus on your mental health?
You make me happy,
I rarely frown,
You keep my head high,
You gave me a crown,
I can barely feel the sadness,
Thank you for helping me out of the Labyrinth
- Written for my boyfriend -
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.
Living in a dream
Caught in a lie
All of my life

I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be

Deluded and lost
Trying to fight
All of my life

I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be

Give me a sign
I’ll never cry
All of my life

I’ll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be

Je ne serais
Je ne ferais
C’est le dénouement

I'll never be
I’ll never be
I’ll never be
Little did she know,
I love her
and the chaos
in her heart.
In a sea of sand
A single grain
Holds the
Weight of a star
They interact
Shifting and sifting
In rippling waves
Edge to edge
If one grain
Were to vanish
The shape of
The wave would change
The edges would fold
And the sea would collapse
David Wakeling
Women laugh Men cry
There is a certain comfort
in some uncertainties.
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.
for the first time
since the last time
i think i stopped missing you
Tanay Sengupta
Rain on me,
For I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
For I am too tired and I need sleep.
This world is a herd and I cannot be its sheep.

Rain on me,
And show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me,
It has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me,
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.

Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.
I came up with this while I was watching the rain from my window, a few days back. I hope you like it.
The Philosopher
There are songs inside my mind
They play within my dreams
As I sleep I hear their tune
Forget them once I wake

These songs I love
These songs seem real
But only in my mind

I dream of songs
That don't exist
I wish to make them real
Nothing speaks to the ears of the profane so loudly as silence.
"How are you?"

"I’m fine."

fine, fine like mother’s china,
breaking with a touch.
fine, fine like a fair maiden,
for whom only tragedy awaits.
fine, like the thread of life,
flimsy and anxious.
I’m fine,
You came from the surface
and you managed to get so deep
that you could hurt me.
just like a paper cut

Being naive
even though you´ve got hurt
many times,
Messy Thoughts
most people see me as
a happy person because
i laugh easily,
i smile a lot,
i joke a lot.

but deep down
in my heart,
i am fragile,
i can get hurt easily,
but i choose to not
show it to the world.

instead of being sad,
i choose to laugh to cover it.
maybe you can call me
"the queen of the mask"

by this,
you can tell
that most of the time
when I'm laughing,
I'm not really laughing,
i was trying so hard to hide
my sadness.
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