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The crow and his burnt feathers,
His fading Iridescent luster
calls out for a life that at one point

He knew.

Lined with dark ash, covered
In rubies and gold.
Yet one look up above
One he could not obtain.

An illuminated lie in his dreaming state.

In stillness he stood
The ink that he bore
The scattered light he once held
soaking in his obsidian hues.

Things he could not take back
Things that he could not have

And all the questions he still had
could only be answered

By the moon.

I used to have a pet crow
Faizan Dhankwala
I got this feeling in my soul
Who put these waves in me?
More awake at night then at day
Dreams make up most of my day
Can you tell me why?
Mesmerized by the ceiling above my bed
What does it say?
You're no ones favorite person
Never were
Leah Carr
Hello, my name is Manipulative
Or at least that's what people call me
I'm also inappropriate.
Along with aggressive and unkind.
Those are some of my other labels.
I'm a burden and a pressure
I'm not fair to others.

What do I want to be when I grow up?
I want to be Leah.
A young woman.
A human being, released from the chains
of the words of others.
I want to be free.
But will it ever happen?
फागण में तो फाग खेलां
गोपियां ली‌ न्याह
मदड़ी का तो प्याला पिवां
वाह रे सांई वाह ।।
My Dear Poet
This is a short story
I’ll take my time telling it

If it turns out to be a long story
I’ll make sure not tell it twice

If you don’t like a true story
I’ll spare you the facts

Nonetheless, a sad story
and all about you and me
Jameson Blackmay
What is the first thing you'll do when coronavirus is over?

I’ll visit all the bars I can, go back to gym and travel. Mainly travel! I miss oceans, new cultures, partying with foreigners and having 3 am conversations with strangers.
Sarah Spencer
I wish you loved me
but most of all
I wish I loved myself
I'm tired of pretty poems. My thoughts are good enough
My sweet strawberry,
I breathed in your scenty life
I tasted your sweetening ber'
I cherished your fruit delight.

I pleased your roundabout hour,
I leaved your stretchy-bed flower;
Savored your seedy ripe;
My strawberry in the night.
Isn’t it funny,
The happiness we pretend to have
Is the very thing
Holding us back from living.
Be good, like a sunny evening
Be beautiful, like a green forest
Be bright, like a morning bright
Be fairly, like a fairy tale tonight
Be standard with natural ISO No.
International Standard Organization
She said we could spend time together.
A me and her day.
When I asked about it,
she got angry with me.
"I never said that,"
she says.
When I remind her that she did, in fact, say that,
she rubs her head.
"I don't feel good,"
She explains.
The kids at school are wondering why I'm so loud.
Being loud gets me attention,
And I don't have much of that elsewhere.
When I met you
We clicked
We synced
Were were meant to be
You said you loved me
And only me
You were mine
I was yours
Until you stopped texting me good morning and goodnight
Until you cancelled our dates to stargaze on the roof
Until our late night deep talks turned into occasional small talk
Until you stopped saying “i love you”
Until you found “her”
The one who's puzzle piece fit yours just a little bit better than mine
We gradually turned into strangers
Because you found “her”
I used to be “her”
And so did the “her” before me
And so will the “her” after
But there is no “her”
Because none of them will be just right
Michael T Chase
So much is dependent on personal initiative.
Truth goes unread because it has to do with someone else's answer and not mine.
What has consensus done to the world but created a unified vision?
Consensus is really only reached through personal knowledge and awareness of the aspects of the vision of the world.
So if I see another reaching for an answer, it might be beneficial if I reached for it too.
Realizing my need to search
“Falling in love” is a contradiction in itself, because in love there is only the rising, the ascending, not the falling.
You can not fall in love, but rather, rise.
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
You are Shakespeare in a world of fools,
poetry in a world of broken words and
broken feelings.

in a world full of desperate cryings
and spiteful noises,
You are the jazz instrument that
makes it quiet in my mind.

You are love in the middle of
this war i am fighting with myself.

Your lips, pure art,
You are the smile
that brings colour
in this black-and-white world.

a dance in a summer rain,
a rebel lost in a world of rules,
a free bird,
a mystery,
the richest wine,
that makes my dark feelings

beautiful as Vincent's Starry Night,
Your eyes are two blue moons
i get lost in
the one who has a shelter in my mind,
the purest feet that have ever stepped on my heart.

the voice that lifts me from the abyss
whenever i fall.

To be or not to be is no longer a question,
to be with You
is the only answer.
shianne rose
there are two types of sadness

there’s the kind of sadness
we ignore and
try to get rid of it
by finding new things to do
or we find someone to talk to
by blatantly avoiding any type of conversation
about feeling sad
about having any feelings at all
and then there’s that kind of sadness
that takes over
and it consumes any activity we do
we know it’s there
and there’s no possible way to avoid it
so we feed it exactly what it wants
it craves the sad music
it craves the isolation
it craves the anxiousness
and the sadness comes storming in
it has no manners
here we are calling sadness, an “it”
when all it is
is a feeling
that most people
call home
im missing
from my own
i always find myself trying to find myself (another existential crisis <3 what a time to be alive am i right?)
Hans Peter
I fell in love with you
it wasn't by design 
nothing much I could do
the stars were all aligned
your eyes smiled at my heart
my heart went to pursue it
then I tried to use my charm
and I almost blew it
Some friends are nice some are not .

Good 👍
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!
Exclamation 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

No matter who you are
You have my deepest respect!

All is vanity
The meanings of passion
The aesthetic expression
The lines we draw and stay within
Even love is beyond intent
Vanity transcends
Flowing from our pens
And so we breathe again
Satandra Asberry
Time flew by but today marks a year,
That we became husband and wife my dear
It's been a journey filled with ups and downs,
But that's the way Love is as sweet as it sounds.
Today I Love you more and more as time goes by
My Love for u is unconditional no need to ask why
U and I are going to go through the most together as we
Continue to grow stronger as for I am u and u are me
From rock bottom to the highest level we continue to grow
I Love you so much I really hope that you know
No matter what anyone else prays on our downfall
I know that us together we will stand Tall
For time goes by we don't need to hide,
I will always be down to ride
Today Last year u made me it Queen and I crowned u King
U understand why you are my rock  u are my soulmate my everything
Crazy as it gets it's like bonnie and clyde
I promise you my love forever until I die
I meant it when I said I do til death do us apart,
We belong together and u will always have my heart.

Santandra and Antonio Asberry
Please stop the time dear
I wanna get off right here
Mikayla Ratliff
I spend.
I drink.
I rationalize.
I think.
No filter.
I speak.
I leak.
Can’t stop.
I shop.
No breaks.
Try to heal.
I ache.
For sanity.
All is fine.
I wonder.
Stand up.
I pledge.
        Not worth the fight.
All praise.
Kim Denise
It's 11:11
and for the first time
after a very long time
I'm wishing for myself
and not for you
they buried a poet
sprinkled his words over coffin
tossed a book into dirt alongside
and waited few decades
to have a leaf sprout
for winds to carry his lines
to one with open ears
another circle in a world of squares
have phrases strain down the cheeks
into ink smeared on paper

buried in a trashcan
in a diary
in a library
in dirt
everywhere really...
Thomas Patrick
Am I happy
Am I not happy

Am I afraid
Am I not afraid

Do I believe
Do I not believe

Can I make it happen
Can I not make it happen

Is this all there is
Is this not all there is

Can someone else make me feel
Can no one else make me feel

Will I act
Will I not act

I will die
Life can be
Such a mess
So get out there
And do your best

You fell down
Well, get back up
I never meant
To be so rough

The world is fast
And it ain't fair
Love is hard
And it's cold out there

Life can be such a mess
It's up to you
To do your best...
you remind me
of something
that never happened
i find it hard to open up to him which really ***** because it ends up hurting both of us
Being a part of the family is the greatest adventure of all u can do anything you want to do
I'm go be loving you all day
17+34=88 -22°
Robert Watson
If we find something we are willing to die for, we truly live.
-Robert Watson
I thought of this while writing a paper.
When the winds blow
The tree loses
a leaf
But the leaf loses
an entire tree
I see people.
I see myself.
I'm a part of them.
But they are not part of me.
I see their faces covered in masks.
Some are happy.
Some are sad.
I never know what they are feeling.
I also never know what I am feeling.
I see people around me.
I see myself surrounding myself.
I see them.
But they never see me.
I see myself.
Indonesia, 2nd March 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
Erik Luo
Slow walking
in the street
with the rain
singing my praise

not for my joy
nor my sadness
but only to prove
my existence
Oh, not too bad
(I haven't slept)
Y'know, on and off
(I mean this week I haven't wept)
It used to be worse
(I'm not in despair)
I'm holding up
(I won't let myself go there).
Some days are hard
(I feel so drained)
I think everyone's struggling
(I've numbed the pain)
Yeah, I'm okay
(I can't keep pace)
Thanks, I'm alright
(I miss my okay place).
The night I hurt myself

No one knew

The room was full

But no one saw

I was right there

But also not there

No one knew

No one saw

More or less I bled in silence

In front of them

But in hiding

No one knew

No one saw

(Maybe no one really cared.)
Self harm, is a bad thing, for good people trying their best to survive.
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
Jessica B
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
i fell in love,
with the idea,
of you,
and not you.
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