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Jeongbeen Lee
A dream is not a noun which stays in our mind.
It is a verb to think and move our hands.
As I walk in the night time
With shadows and fireflies,
I can't help but think of you
Under that moonlit bridge
Where I said we'll meet.
That place where you'd
Read the choruses
And new lines that stretch
Across our faces.

Do you think twice about me?
Is it more?

It's driving me crazy
These isolated thoughts
And empty veins...
Yet you’re in my blood
It boils over and I miss you,
Like hell burning across
The seams of your skin
And on to my lips
I feel your heat wrapped
Legs taking my self loathing
Showing me a new day.

You are still my mornings
And I miss you like hell.
I can't see someone...  And it's making write...
Amanda Noel
Behind fake design you glare
your eyes covered by shade.
On the other side it's Sunday,
alluring smile spread across your face.
I wish you weren't so far away.
But I'm reminded of a day
when I wanted to say,
you smell....sweet
I hope you don't forget me.
Play her
They said
It’ll be fun
They said

Now they are dead
And you’ll live with the pain
Regan Wylde
I’m so tired, exhausted I’m fact.
Tired of waiting.
Tired of feeling.
Tired of believing.

I wish I could sleep through it all.
Dream through the hurt.
Dream through the time.
Dream through the numbness.

But I can’t sleep.
Even if I could, I’d still be tired of living.
be a prisoner of your past.
Karly Codr
If I could take all your pain
To hear your laughter
To watch your tears dry
To see your eyes brighten
To experience your happiness
I would with my whole heart.
This is a poem that I wrote about one of my closest friends. She has been through so much and I know that, to see her be happy, I would take up all of her pain, all of her burdens, and all of what she has been through. I know that lately we haven't talked, because of something stupid that I said and of course with this whole pandemic thing that is going on, it is hard because we don't see each other in classes anymore, but if, right now, I could see her and not risk either of us getting sick, and tell her that I am always here for her, that would make my whole day and I, ok now I'm crying. But anyway, this poem is hers. For her. She is one of my best friends and I love her so much.
Ammar Younas
Night sits on my chest
Squeezes poems out of me
And grinds my poor soul
my mind is full of stars that i can't put into constellations,
all empty words and hopeless destinations
if everything would fall back into place
soon we'd be two standing still in time
with nothing in our way

i love you, but maybe that's too soon
it feels as if i met you only this afternoon
and even if that's the case,
i have nothing else
to say
once you told me
i get in the way of your happiness

now, wherever my tired legs carry me
your fading shadow follows

my surroundings, nothing but props
drenched in memories, dripping our worst and best moments

if only i could soak up the residue
of the most breathtaking wave i have ever laid eyes on

remembering every deafening surf
i surrender myself to the cold pouring rain

each hard drop aches to wash off
the draining past from my empty face

once you told me
i get in the way of your happiness

but pure happiness
is just a colorless green idea sleeping furiously in our innocent minds
stay safe everybody!
Nettie Schulte
<                             Friend                             (i)
                                        ­                        (Hey)>
<(Hey, hows it going?)
                                             (Pretty good, I’ve)
                                             (been writing a   )
                                             (lot of poetry...  )>
<(. . .)
One I didn’t send....
(I’m actually not)
(doing so good...)
Noting changes.
Nothing grows.

Empty highs.
Empty lows.

I can't feel the warm,
And I can't feel the cold.

You try to make me happy,
And I try just for you.
But other than our trying,
Nothing else is new.

I worry I'll upset you,
If I can't make a change.
It's not fair of me,
To make you stay the same.
Don't let me drag you down with me.
The wind ruffles,
The city sleeps.
This judgement isn't yours,
But is made to keep.
What does one wish?
Upon the eternal moon.
To wash away its sorrows,
With the rain of monsoon.
Aryan Sam
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,
Rupert Pippingford
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.
A moment
If I could ask for one thing
It would be a moment
To go back to a brief moment
A time where it was simple
Not a thought
Only a feeling
Not a consequence
Only the present

I wish I could go back
And stay there.
I never thought I'd matter
To anyone

Until you
Came along

And changed my perspective
Of the universe

You made me feel
Like I matter

And I'm grateful
For you.
Monsters don’t exist
Still, we are very afraid
Because we made them
Monsters. A concept so often used to represent anything dislikable to society, which we are afraid of. Yet literal monsters don’t exist.
Because the darkness of your souls troubles you
and even your days are as dark as your nights
you look to those that shine and seek them to chew
but in Grace the Righteous remain in Spiritual might
as you sink in anguish and in the under-privileged queue
ethan gaskill
i keep waking up
with you on my lips
but it's only your name
and not your kiss
screaming your name at night in my sleep
Lovelyn Eyo
During this fearful wave
please stay safe
to keep the world safe
Keara Marie
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
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
Where once
There was laughter
Silence is deafening
I've lost innocence.

I've lost faith.

I've lost my soul to this dreary place.

It's so cold, it's so very dark.

My lonely heart has lost it's spark.

I beg for a little mercy.

I cry for some kind of grace.

There's nothing, not even a trace.

The hellish demons in my mind elope with the ever lasting darkness I've came to find.

The clock has chimed...

I'm out of time.
This is a poem I wrote about the hopelessness I felt while suicidal.
Tomorrow's another day.
🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

In a world

that falls

for looks,


go for the soul.

🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹 🌹

For more poetry, check out my page @badbookthief on
Thank you!
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
I am an artist
I draw my life.
I am a teacher
I teach my steps.
I am a doctor
I treat my destiny.
I am a lawyer
I judge my actions.
I am a builder
I build my success.
I am a translator
I translate my opinion.
I am a  photographer
I take  my memories.
I am a writer
I write my future.
I am a chef
I cook my mood.
I am a businesswoman
I manage myself.
Your now
is not your forever
is composed of nows;
Stuck in yet another loop.
Micah G
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
Above this cloud of madness
flows a gentle cool breeze
drifting  away all the sadness
striped butterflies flapping at ease

sound of the waves are heard
once suppressed by the chaos
rhythmic crashing no longer weird
silent therapy broken by the gentle dose

If only one drowns deep can one taste
the salt can be the much needed sweet
where there is no emotion to waste
and only generous soul to greet.
More lonely writing sitting by the window.
to me,
you are
an art

                              to you,
                              I was
                              a tragedy
you still remain, and will always be
a fine piece of art
to me.
// edit: thank you for having this in the daily. ♡
Words' Worth
They sent a man
On the moon
During quarantine
He never came down
mila splawska
she pulls a cigarette out of the box
fire emerges from the lighter
she lights tangible death
breathe in
2, 3, 4
her heart still hurts
breathe out
5, 6, 7
the pains a little duller
breathe in
2, 3, 4
breathe out
5, 6, 7
smoke pours out her lungs, out her mouth
if only her pain could be expelled in the same way
breathe in
2, 3, 4
(im sorry)
breathe out
5, 6, 7
Emptiness reflects off the mirror
An eternal truth rests in my empty bed
Propaganda flashes on the tv screen
The unclean window shares my view
And the drain knows my dreams
Poetic T
the stars are cold
the air frigid

dying alone, corona
hannah in spring
If I'm your closest friend
Then you deserve someone else
Someone who won't fall in love
When there's no love to be had
I'm sorry
Two more years.
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
to the bottom of a
Love didn't end wars
It started them
Donall Dempsey

I like to say
your name

when you're
not here

turn you
into sound

conjure you out of
thin air

so that you appear
before me

dressed in sound

memory sketching in
the rest of you

as if sound
was just an outline

and love
colours you in

adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.

"Hello you..!"
and there you are

as present
as present

can be.

I like to say
your name

when you're
not there.
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