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Tashenia Haughton
I write the words that my heart cannot speak.

The words your eyes will never meet.

The words my mouth refuses to greet.

The words my thoughts serve to my mind as a treat.

The words that are hidden beneath.
Ashly Kocher
Why do I worry so much?

Because I worry about the things I lost or love...
Sometimes I shut my feelings
I have to
Not to break

But my mind is an open circuit
A spark
Brings feelings back

And I scream so loud inside me
Not again

That's not what I sould be feeling now
I try
I think I can

Now everything is tainted
The sadness
It's still there

The numbness dolls the feeling
It has to do
For now
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!
Not A Poet
Cobbled streets
And flashing lights
The splashing rain
Illuminates my nights
A labyrinth of buildings
Standing row by row
Secrets in dark alleys
That only a few do know
She sat alone.
Alone and at home.
Where her screams were silent,
But her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside.
And they indeed, ate her alive.
A tear rolled down her face
As her heart began to race.
She took her blade and tore her skin,
Where her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days,
And until she cried her very last tears.
She decided she had enough,
The world around her was much too tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Congratulations society,
She is dead.
i’m replacing everything you gave me
everything you touched
everything i started to like when i met you or before

i’m becoming someone different before you
and after a while
once i walk past you in the streets
you won’t even recognize me
There is a story
In all of us.
The saddest part
Is when we let go,
And another
Writes the ending.
This is why
I hold on to you.
A short thought today...
Share with me your fears
I will share with you mine.
Tell me of your grief
I will bear your pain.

Guide me through your troubles
Take solace in my embrace.
Take my cup
Fill it with your sorrow.
I will gift you relief.

Empty hands full of hope
Held together in mine.

Share with me your joy.
I will share with you mine.

• heart, empty now, all spirit drained. the elixir of life stolen, spilled upon the rocks and stones; gone away from her forever.

• limbs, a form ripped apart leaving only an essence behind. evaporated, evanesced. corporeal being floating out, gone away from her forever.

• bonds, ribbons torn up and burned. no longer tied to her, an empty space where they once were... no trace of their presence except a tan line, where the sun once kissed the skin around the bows tied to her wrist.
dictionary poem?
Every person I meet I thought was the one,
But that soon all changed when they no longer were concerned.
So I say this to myself,
I am beautiful and strong,
I am cared for and loved
And before anyone else I will always make myself the one.
I deserve what my heart is worth, which is worth a thousand words.
I will always love me first until someone shows me I can trust.
Frances Raeburn
Evening calls
But not for me
It creeps in gently
almost silently
to comfort the lost
and lonely
Speckled navy blue caresses
ease the worried mind
arms so gentle and secure
they leave the sad behind
Evening calls
envelops the mind
with soft silky silhouettes
of saner settled times
Evening calls
each one of you
to sunnier safer times
Broke my wings
So I couldn’t


So I stole his soul
So he couldn’t

keila skie
I know
You care about me
10 more people do
Yet I can't get rid
Of this feeling
Of doom

I know
I have you
10 more people too
Yet I can't find a person
To talk to
late at night
When God abandoned me I thought
That at first he must not have cared
But after enduring a world of pain
I realized he was never there
Its crazy how much i used to believe in Christianity compared to how completely opposite i feel now
Faizel Farzee
I love you, I love you too
Your hand caressed mine
With every winged kiss, my elevated heart starts to fly
I looked deep into your eyes
You know it was always meant to be, you and I
Our union blessed in heaven
You laughed, blushed and turned shy.
I know silly, came the reply
This promise you know we share
Always and forever
until the day that we die.

I want you to  go first, so for me you don't  have to cry

I'll carry the burden of living life with a broken heart
I will not have you shed one saddened tear, whether I'm dead or alive.
I love you that much
I would not let you shed a tear because of me
you the air I breathe
our love magical, border line mythical.
our love we addicted to, something we both need.
My son does not understand fear,
he is 3,
he thinks in color,
he believes in magic,
he says that our dog Smokey
controls the weather.

Watch him as he goes!
Jumping over cracks on sidewalks,
pretending to fly,
attempting to get near electric outlets
because he saw them spark once,
and fire,
fire is cool!

"Watch me Mommy!

watch me."

Some days I stay in bed all day,
I tell everyone I am catching a cold,
a sinus infection,
another migraine again.

It is easier to lie than to explain,
that it is too difficult to shower,
to find an outfit, to brush my hair,
to make food,
to chew it.

Friends jokingly call me a hypochondriac,
my Mother thinks I am mellow dramatic,
My son asks me if I need my temperature checked.

It is too honest to say,
"I am fighting monsters, and they won today."
Who would believe me if I did?

We are taught since childhood
to not believe in the things
we can not see.

The day we buried my Grandfather,
I wore my favorite gray dress,
I was scared to taint it
with such a sad memory,
but I was 8 months pregnant
and nothing else fit.

We threw dirt in a hole
as three strangers watched us grieve.
They stood with shovels ready to do their jobs,
ready to get home to their loved ones.  

All I could think about was how much
it aches to love anyone,
even in the good times, it aches.
Loss dances outside our window
like flames, waiting to engulf.

I vowed to protect my child
from any unnecessary pain,
I vowed to make him feel safe.

Now I fear I am the one
tainting him in gray.

Not every day is bad,
most days are nice, in fact,
some days are so good
that the bad ones seem
like distant memories.

On the good days I feel brave,
brave like my son;

I tickle his tummy and show him
which lights are stars, which are planets,
and tell him I love him, always,
no matter what.
the jelly's empty jar
the unlocked door's lean
the bed's right side
the bathroom's golden gleam

the open window's draft
the blanket's red stain
the shelve's missing plate
the lightbulb's naked string

the floor's dusty coat
the tv's big blank screen
the night's silent cry
the closet's clothesless beam
you asked me
if i had done this before
and i replied
𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩
Planetary grace
her vast hospitality
humble by default
Tony Anderson
One rose
Friendship blooms

One rose
I love you
Look around and all i can see
Is the hatred of the world
The anger the pain
They laugh at me
They say
Sket did it once
Do it again...
Sinice I was 9 my dad abused me people get into me and blame me sad life but meh.
Once I asked myself ,
Why did I loved others so much that after using me they left me ?
Why don't I loved myself that much?

Why did I cared so much about others that they forgot my value?
Why didn't I cared about myself ?

While thinking these all I cried a lot, because a question raised in my mind that what did I get after caring about others to much that I lost my everything?
Care about others ,but don't care to much that at a time they start treating you as a servant.
Not everything needs a poem
it’s already

good enough.
Hannah Douglas
I feel a chill in my spine that clings to my skin, embracing me from behind and whispering into my ear. "It's all pointless, really". The soft mumbles that echo in my head make me wonder what would happen.

What would happen if I stepped in front of the oncoming car?

What would happen if  I no longer exhausted myself day in and day out for nothing more than a B+?

What would happen if I could go back to being a blank nothing?

As I am writing this, tender tears are falling gently down my swollen face, cupping my cheeks and embracing me with such close contact.

It's such a cold warmth that surrounds me.
I don't want to go to school for seven hours a day only to return and study for four. I can't take it anymore, it's too much and I've barely even started.
A friend of mine told me
I write when I’m sad
She said it is as if I am in pain
And I said when I write it rains
When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark
And when I stop
The birds of the sky sings
Coming out to play as the sun is out

Pain and

Float away
Hi my fellow human comrades
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
Ashley Jerome
Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck
by Alice Thyne, but i can relate so much
Michelle A Hill
You sold your soul
To whom

You cant sell what you stole
It belongs not to you

Father is pleased
For they found truth

The details you see
is that exactly

Both found in a place
of Love Leather and Lace

The curtain yet to be flung open

Exit Stage left.............
Juno Balder
How sad a creature I must be
That my joy fled me
When I fled thee
i've noticed how sad i've become
i wouldn't tell my family
nor my friends
since everything is happening to them
It's my sister's birthday today,
why aren't i happy for her?
when i'm suppose to be so plentiful with joy
I used to be shining with happiness
now i'm just dull with nothingness
Rupert Pip
Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.
Get to know me like I do you; inside and out.
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 like *******.
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.
Megan H
Is a poet still a poet
If they do not write?

A journal gathering dust,
But a yearning to write.
Am I still a poet
Without my inner light?
I'm sorry I haven't written a while! Love you all
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.
You are my freedom
I miss my *******
And that is my sin
sometimes you just
gotta sit down and write
just grab the apple
and take a bite
just take a leap
into the dark night

if you want to be a poet
you gotta write poems
let the words go
wherever the wind blows em

sometimes your lines will ****
other times blow you away
but stay firm on that writing path
don't be led astray
by laziness and perfectionism
saying you can't do it
don't give in, knock em down
push yourself right through it

let the poem be what it is
let its rhymes ring true
knowing as much
as you're writing the poem
it's also writing you
success comes
through failure
improvement comes
through the grind
go ahead
write bad poems
they'll make you better
in due time
Carol Rose
Completely full
No half or partial
God is Love
The world has a copy of everything heavenly
Only it’s not reality
We live in an illusion
Spiritual is the manifestation
To Love purely takes no concentration
It just is
No need to be loved back or be sad if unloved by others
Jesus completed it
He gave us the Power to be all that He is
Always pouring out the wine
Even if it gets spit in our face
Love always Divine
Doesn’t flinch
It’s immovable
An everlasting clinch
An open hand so reliable
Lift up your eyes for a glimpse
The Light of the world
Gave us this gift
Love unconditionally like the pearl
Within the deepest
Darkest part of our soul
God’s Love exists
Mysteries unfold
Attainable in Jesus
Reach for the gold

🐑 “Ye that fear the Lord, love him, and your hearts shall be enlightened”
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