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 367° 
Madds
It’s the kind of sadness where your rib cage
Contorts
And twists and
Snaps.

Depression doesn’t float through my veins
It crawls through my bones, with dagger hands
And winding movements.

I cannot breathe.

And yet there was nothing taken from me.
But then again you took everything all at once the moment you looked in my eyes, covered my mouth and forced me down.

I don’t know why your smell still lingers in my every thought.

I’m not scared anymore.
 267° 
Xaela San
I'm not "smart" like them.

I'm not "bright" as them.

I'm not "confident" like them.

I'm not "beautiful" as them.

I'm not "someone" like them.

Can you just accept that?

I don't like crying myself anymore

-Said myself in the mirror.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
 260° 
Ben McAnoy
I’m soaring high,
Floating.
Far up and free; that feeling we all know so well,
The one I have never felt before:
I feel it now
As I’m lifted away
On my magic balloon.

Delirious, in awe
I lose sense of time,
As that feeling we all know so well
Raptures me, binds me
And I’m lifted away
On my magic balloon.

Up here I’m suffocating.
All my doubts and denials fade away,
Strangled out of me
When I look into your eyes,
Seeing the true meaning of my life.

But all good things must end,
And every dream fades with time;
Truth runs its course
And that feeling we all know so well; bursts
And I hurtle back down,
Back down to solid earth
Where I cannot even remember being lifted away,
On my magic balloon,
And how I felt it would last forever.
 250° 
MissBah
Heroes needed, people pleaded.
Someone to right the wrong of his fellow man.
Someone else took matters into their own hand.
A Hero is need ,people proceeded.
Someone to conquer the wicked activity
This hero could be you this hero could be me.
Heroes are in need, as the people have decreed!
 214° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

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       m           i
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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.
 162° 
Don Francisco Luis
The sun
shined brightly upon my face
yet I was still in darkness
trapped in between
the walls of my mind
in utter sadness
a love once full of brightness
never to be heard again
left in a life full of madness
 130° 
Kurt Philip Behm
One of life's challenges
is to find your own speed

Where travel is constant,
destination in sight

Too fast,
and yesterday abandons your future

Too slow,
and memory stretches beyond your grasp

(Airplane to Richmond 10/14/2016)
 123° 
too soft
I am drowning in
an overfilled world.
The ceiling is the max,
there is no reaching for the clouds here.
Sometimes being dealt a bad hand
is enough to bring us down.
I am living proof of someone
whose demons were smarter than their maker.
//
i’ll find you there,
in the dark corner of the mind where terror and ecstasy meet-
in a dark, swirling tide
 101° 
rose
...
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
and
Searching for happiness in everything
:)
 100° 
No Self
Flume surfing along
the morning stretch in company
of oral fiddles.

It tickles splendid
on the edge of losing form,
tropical odors

as wild and full of
jungle rain, as the filling
of my open throat

tasting paranut
fragrance, escaping folded
petals, delicate.
New morning routine,
filling my hands with pictures,
nurturing my day.
 97° 
Madalena
It's hard living in our world, I am afraid I might not have the kids I want or meet the man I am meant to be with. I might not live up to my expectations. I am afraid that it will be late one day to act. I am afraid of telling you I like you. I am afraid I might not be enough for you. Every day I think about what can I change to be the person I need to be.
something from the heart
 93° 
Donna
Live life don’t worry
what people think of you , laugh
have fun love and smile
Ain’t worth worrying if people don’t like  you they sure ain’t worrying about you , this is my motto today and I shall most certainly stick by it *** ❤️
 93° 
Eloisa
A portrait of love
In the realm of fantasy
Our hearts beat in sync
Rainbow paints on a canvas
Only us, in bed, naked
 79° 
Alexis
the way I repel the morning
and make love to the night,
I may just be becoming an
insomniac .
 79° 
Alaia
The way it feels to be caught in the rain
brainwash dish toss, victory & loss, blood on the floss
Spit it out
We are deep in the forest & the sky is turning red
the animals are running white eyed, singed stink
Kids at the roller rink, trying to speak, to you &
you alone
Words spit in hostile tones when all we need is love
Like a dove with a BB in her heart
Tumbling tumbilina, Small as Thumbelina
I see ya, coming out of the dark, red sparks
Larks on the high line, fine wine, salt & brine
Crying out in the darkness simply to cry
Trying to figure out the reasons why,
why
 76° 
mercy party
a husk
is all i am
and this hurts too much
to be a hologram
I can't be the glue holding us together
we're only as broken as we think
 68° 
Chris Balase
Breathe, Chris

Breathe.




This too
Shall pass
Back to zero
 68° 
julianna
I’m constantly fronting
My mask is a smile
I push you away
And cry all the while.
Alternate version of “artofasmile”. They both feel good and even though they’re so similar, I wanted to post them both.
 64° 
Blckstr
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.
 60° 
Split
I've always wanted
to be a surgeon.

But I never thought my first procedure
would be cutting you out of my life.
 56° 
sun
she soaks herself in his hurt
and it d
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of him
ever so slowly,
infecting her.
all she wanted was for him to be
drained
so he could live without pain
but now, she thinks
living is pain.
Is what I breathe really air?,
Or a dust filled with despair?
Is what I hear the sound of a dying steer,
Or just a scream of fear?
I know that it is there,
But don't know exactly where.
I should be unaware,
Until a dream of an heir,
Will be drowned in flares,
Till then,
The one that remains shall care.
Muddled is a state of bewildering confusion.
Hope you like it :)
 54° 
larni
the worst way
you can leave someone
is in silence
 53° 
Impulse
You casually tell me that I was just your puppet
but you don’t see the strings coming from your back.
 50° 
Kora Sani
i anchor
myself
to the back
of your mind
you wish
me away
but here
i still linger
 50° 
laura
got to eat them as they darken
reddened ruby to black constant opal
berries will rot quickly if you don’t
or they’ll taste real gooey and wierdy
if you let the drupelets’ colors get
unsynchronized like summer and fall

...why am i telling you this?
because i learned that the hard way
and the days go away in the gleam
heavy showers and peak-a-boo sun
the east barely bracing for the storm
and the sweetness decaying like the leaves
o this is so sad, alexa play despacito

Daily #3 baybeeeeee how tf does this website work
 49° 
Sky
You tend to me
in a way
no one else has before,
letting me grow
anew.
 48° 
Madelyn
they warned me about you
and how toxic you are,
addictive, i didn’t care
you were mine i had you all to myself
but i spoke to soon as i realized
you were my drug and i soon
came to an overdose
 48° 
Thotinator3000
Everyone dies,
But if I had never met you,
I never would have lived.
all my life
i've been preparing faces
to meet the faces that
i've met

friends
family
the man who delivers newspapers
at our doorstep each morning

i've laughed at their silly jokes
as they tossed their heads from side to side
in naive stupidity and their sheer ignorance
a pompous lot, the human race i tell you

i've acknowledged their staunch morals
and tried to make them my own
as they scorned at the girl in a skimpy dress
and chewed on mutton bones gluttonously

all my life, i've been trying hard
to blend in
with people who've shown me
that i don't belong with them

and tonight when i shed gallons of tears
i have only my bed and pillow to share
i've learnt that my sadness
is my very own
just a sad girl writing to survive
 46° 
Katinka
You
the one with messy brown hair
brown eyes
with you birthmark over the left side of your face.
You who left me crying.
You who made me believe in love for the first time.
You who stole my first kiss
first time
first.

You
with your straight blonde hair
blue eyes
and that stupid smirk
You who left me broken
You who showed me a new way of living
You who left me being second choice
second best
second.

You
with your dark blonde hair
hazel eyes
you with your beautiful hands
You who left me angry
You who showed me a different way of love
You who went with me on my third concert
third love
third.

You
with your curly brown hair
hazel eyes
with your cute braces you never liked
You who left me questioning
You who showed how hard love can be
You who decided I wasn´t worth it
You never happend
We never did.

I
with wavy dark brown hair
hazel eyes
with freckels on my face

I who loved everyone of you
but still couldnt forget you,
number two

I who loved everyone of you
but you left me wanting more,
number four

I who loved everyone of you
was being loved.
but not anymore.
Usally I write my poems on paper first, and then I will reread them and think about them, may make some changes and then upload them here. But in this very second I am just so full of emotion that I want to write and I want it to be honest so no rereading or correcting. Just me.
 45° 
Veda Laurenski
You are the sea.
You are cruel.
You are cold.
And I love you.
 45° 
Hg
wri
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threading
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thro             ugh
a ne           edle
and         if
you sew
secrets
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 42° 
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.
 37° 
Blade Maiden

The room in starlight bathed
My body unscathed
Swimming indoors
sheets are shores

Wash over me like the tide
for I don't sleep at night
Swimming indoors
where it always pours

Moon reflection
on my cushion
Swimming indoors
following ancient lores

Diving deep to find
an Atlantis on my mind
Swimming indoors
til reaching the dream's source
 35° 
Paradeaux
People run in packs because they don't feel safe alone.

I run alone because I don't feel safe in packs.
Thought to reshare. (:
 35° 
dadens
she was wiser than most
and overly cautious at times
because of this.

her quiet observations
were the reasons
for her hesitations.

she kept her distance
with all but a few.

a few, who knew the woman
she really was.

the woman of fury and strength
that lived inside
her outwardly coy demenour.
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