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When I first saw you,
I saw perfection.

When I got to know you,
I saw pain.

When I started loving you,
I saw strength.

Now...all that I see
Is what means everything to me.

What I see
Is the strength to go on.

What I see
Is the courage to do anything.

What I see
Is the love to be around anyone.

What I see
Is everything I need.
It's a fence
You want someone
you love
Break the fence...
Vallery Obure
I will not complain that you left me..
Every minute that you stared at me, made me feel that I look beautiful too..
Every laugh you shared with me, made me feel that I can be happy too..
Every touch of you made me realize that I still can feel love..
Every moment that I spent with you made me feel that life can be beautiful
Yes, I will not complain that you left me…
I will wait for your return..if not this life.. Next life it is..
Stay broken
Into a million pieces
Don't let them piece you back together
Like a story you did not choose to be
Stay down and sink
When you can escape
Machine gun Kelly
Grocery Store Girl
I got braces today.
Yay! :(
A "poem" every day
ring the
crystal chime

ring the
my mind is
a stallion

ring the
to all the people
that at least tried to
love me

ring the
break like the ocean
against the cliff

ring the
and watch every
crown melt

ring the
and bless your

ring the
and fade away

ring the
you are no

ring the
you never were

ring the bell
    your time
     was here
     was now
     was yours

did you drink it deeply

did you try

every moment
was treasure
every moment
was fleeting
every moment
was hiding
every moment
was yours
every moment
was beautiful

like first

like a crying

like a

like sleep

ring the bell then and

your smile
was here

and it had
more power
than all
the gods
Continue to try
Push yourself harder
Be that power source
In order to make your world sharper
It all starts with you
Always be on the move
With strength and vitality
You can find your inner groove
I try so hard to be happy,
but what does that mean?
What does it look like?

I'm the monster inside
my head, I tell myself
things that reek of death.

In the middle of it all,
the light is burned out
and it's all my fault.

I gave in to the chaos
in my soul, now I'm lost.
I lost sight of control.
Never tell someone you love them
Don't give them the advantage of knowing.

Once they know,
they'll use it against you

they'll use you as a second option
as a fall back plan

because they know,
no matter what they do,
you'll always be there for them.
loving them
the sandcastles we built
i imagine it still
on the beach, out of reach
are the things we never had
the present became the past
questions never asked
nothing left but the waves
why can't i look away
I savored the smell of his shirt
While he calmed my paranoid hand
And time focused itself
Think positive and
positive things will happen
Believe in yourself

Qualyxian Quest
it's not great timeless art
but, Susan, I tried my best

now I write at night
before I take my rest

I seem to need the poetry bleed
my mind finds rhyme expressed

I loved you for a long time
yes, Quixotic my crazy quest

now just a little couplet
may you and your family be blessed
CA Guilfoyle
I am green in these hills
I wait all spring long
wait through grey rains
too early for summer flowers
I dream of sun fields brightest yellow
my heart a wild field that burns
my lips are dry paper seeking water
desolate in this desert
your lips now merely
a mirage.
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.
Steve Page
The song meant nothing to me, but spilled brim-full of faint meaning to more attentive ears than my own.

The song meant nothing. While I stood bemused with my less than perfect pitch and my imperfected sense of rhythm, both played out imperfectly through my stubby finger tips.

The song meant nothing. I was only too aware of the thesaurus of love, but the language eluded me, all the more at the opening bars when it would have been most useful.

The song meant nothing and I resorted to the clumsy sign language of childlike affections and smoke signals signing hesitant expressions of late-conceived emotions.

The song meant nothing, its meaning remaining an octave beyond my range, stave after stave.

The song meant nothing, but still I sang.
Still tone deaf.
Jon York
I love you.
         On intense days.
            On good days.
                On long
              work  days.
               On  really
             strange  days.

           And most of all
          on days when you
            make me smile,
            which happens
            to be every day
              I'm with you.

               I  love  you
              means that I
             care  enough
               to fight for
             what we have
              and love you
                enough  to
                 not   ever  
                    let   go.
                                                                                                Jon York   2019
I am here
by reality
and unreality
as mirror two
by the weight
of the few
Kind poets
All of life is
a masquerade.
Where can a realist in attitude fit?
had been
left in silent loneliness
thrown away as useless
buried into deep darkness
tortured as horrible hell
torn apart into splits
broken  into million parts
finally that led to
end of me!
He made me smile just by standing there;
Yet it hurts so much.
It hurts so fdging much.
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.
Joshua Harestad
When the wild wind blows which way will I go?
Will it be north or south? East or west?
Or will I simply stay in place.
Whichever way I go,
I’ll continue to grow,
I’ll learn from my mistakes,
and I’ll prepare for the day,
when the wild wind takes me away.
Sam Clemens
Where do they all go
the unspoken words
Do they melt, into nothingness
burning in the backs of our throats
Or delve into the blue deepness of our thoughts
a sunken treasure
I think they hitch rides
with the hopeless
and the heartbroken
Sitting heavy on shoulders

And I'm walking with the weight of the world
and I'm walking with the weight of the world
San-Pei Lee
Humans draw borders on land
As if Earth is unchanging
And our lives immortal to witness the stance
We lay claims to insignificant materials fleeting
But the world and so much more could be all yours
And all yours could remain for Earth's time
If we could only learn to fly our lands as birds do the skies
Traverse the currents as fish do waters

Because just what are you attempting to obtain
With these imaginary labels and lines invisible
Cowardly caging yourself in
From supposed evils of the world
Never to be wiped out
If you are harboring the worst of vices within
i am afraid
that you would
finally see into me
and realize
that i was
worth your
Noah Reinholdt
look at the stars
in the deep night sky
and prepare yourself
for a midnight fly

as your feet lift from the ground
and you soar high above the trees
you look out over the forest
and feel yourself freeze

its the most beautiful sight
you ever did see
and you think to yourself
you could be free

if you could flee
you would be able to grow
oh, if you could flee
where would you go

would you fly so high
that no one could reach you
or would you learn to walk better
and only fly when you had to

growth is important
for you and for me
we have to start growing
to truly be free

fleeing doesn’t change a thing
it doesn’t change your life
so don’t just run away
from your lifes strife
we want to leave our troubles behind, but we can only get through them by working on them.
Jackie Mead
Secreted behind these four walls
Palace under siege
Is it death or freedom for me?
to compliment Old Fashioned Sanctuary
Matt Bernstein
I know what I am to become.
Revel in the gazes casting me insane
Only I have seen the future from the pavement,
hidden like a painting stolen from its frame

This is my autobiography!
A fluttering, open book caught up in the wind
Telling my story faster than it can be written.
A thriller all the way until the end
#20 in my Year One collection, from notes on 3/11
i give all of my love to others
that sometimes i forget
that i deserve to be loved too
on your last day
the sun was shining
and big white clouds ran across the sky

someone held you tight
and told you, "i love you"
admired you
and cherished you

on your last day
all of your love poured out

you inspired
and you soared
you lived
and you died

your love remains
yellow soul
She called him
Yellow but lately
She’s been blue and
He’s been nowhere
To the young ones who have been taken from us? I write about all things beautiful for there is many that cross the sky of life.
love does exist for me, only if I can as well see time as a sign an opportunity, to find, as a part of my design, to free the blood of my inner child, is to live, love, write and protect the beauty of the innocent child.
A lonely soul, looking for inspiration;
Balanced on the edge of life.

Words penned from a dark mind,
With occasional flashes of light.

A loser in the end, but brilliantly -
And everyone missing the point.
mother of heaven

we are drifting
             without charts
                              our sky is
                                              un k n o w n
w e a r e  d  r  i  f  t  i  n  g
ting is
your           life
thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
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.
It is a
different view
that I know
that you
once had
for your

and perhaps
I might be
the last
one to
line for
your heart.

but here
we are
heart to
heart and
the shadows
of our pains
and doubts
cover each other
like two stars
over the
blackest of

and your
love may
hide from
me and your
dreams bend
out of sight,

but love has
no time line
to love.

and stars
find their
perfect place
in the night.

and for
that to God
I am eternally

from the very
first time
I heard your

from the very
first time
that I saw
your eyes.

and the

Larry Schug
If you fold up your paper,
turn off your radio and TV,
sit on the steps and sip your tea,
watch the birds and speak no words
as the sun rises yellow and round,
making rainbows on the dewy lawn,
you could fool yourself into thinking
there’s no ****** war going on.
Beatrice Prior
I'm so close to you
I want to kiss your nose
and all those moles
all the scars
and that huge birthmark

I think I'm going crazy

I want to touch you
in places I shouldn't be
I want to feel you
I want you
I want
feeling very sensual and I had to write this
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