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Just a young teen girl
With an addiction
To wanting to be needed

Another day,
Another man
She hated the way she was treated

Maybe if she was prettier
Or smarter
She could have succeeded

He said she was the one
She’d forever be his
But turns out he cheated

The pain stung
But she got over it
Just another memory deleted
you are what i see
when my mind wanders,
or when my eyes drift to sleep.

my last thought at night
and my first in the morning.
we both admit to still having our pictures on our phones
the one where you shredded yourself into pieces,
and tossed them into the air,
telling me to catch you
but I lay on the ground--
waiting for you to reach me
The parallel love
of two birds ,
Is in search of infinity,
But the journey never
ends which is in search of
non existing body .

I am no longer petal of your flower,
I am no longer the shine of your sun ,
I am no longer the sound of your music, still I am stuck in your dream.

Every thing has a end but ,
But our love will remain the same ,
even after we close our eyes .
We are all aware with the power of love ,but only some of us can fell it .
Victoria Jennings
He asks me "don't you just love her? "

As if to tell me how perfect he thinks she is

As if to tell me I cannot be compared

And I want to tell him no


I do not like her

Or the way she treats you

Or the way she speaks to you

I don't like that she gets to kiss you

Or to touch you

Or that she takes for granted the way you make everyone around you laugh even when I know you're hurting

I don't like that she is yours

And I don't like that I can never be
Mr Shankley
I kissed a girl with a broken smile;
nothing could come near.
She carved it with a pocket knife;
slit from ear to ear.
And she wears it like her favourite scarf;
it keeps her from the cold.
So I told her its only woven by
her enemies of old.
and i know
that if i’m ever at
rock bottom again,

you’ll be face down
in the dirt with me,

probably digging
for bones
i’m never gonna feel
alone again

not as long as
i’ve got you,
puppy boy
The Mystic
Tπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš– 𝙸 πš‘πšŠπš πšœπšŽπšŽπš—,
π™Έπš πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš‹πšŽ πšπš‘πšŽ πš–πš˜πšœπš πš›πš’πšπš‘πš πšπš‘πš’πš—πš
πšπš‘πšŠπš πšŒπš˜πšžπš•πš'𝚟𝚎 πš‹πšŽπšŽπš—;

𝙸 πš—πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πšπš˜πš˜πš” πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πš–πšŽ,
𝚝𝚘 πš–πšŠπš”πšŽ πš’πš πš›πš‘πš’πš–πšŽ,
πš†πš‘πšŽπš— 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 πš πšŠπš•πš” πšžπš™ πšœπšπš›πšŠπš’πšπš‘πš,
𝙸 πš πš˜πšžπš•πš πš“πšžπšœπš πšœπšžπš™πš’πš—πšŽ;

π™Έπš πš πš˜πš—'𝚝 πšŽπšŸπšŽπš› πš”πš—πš˜πšŒπš” 𝚊𝚝 πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš˜πš˜πš›,
πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš’πš 𝙸 πš‹πšžπš’πš•πš πšŠπš—πš˜πšπš‘πšŽπš›,
π™Έπš— 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 πšπš’πš–πšŽ πš πš‘πšŽπš— πš’πš πš’πšœ πš•πš˜πšœπš,
π™Έπš πš’πšœ πšœπšžπš›πšŽ πš•πš˜πšœπš πšπš˜πš›πšŽπšŸπšŽπš›;

π™Ώπš›πš˜πšŒπš›πšŠπšœπšπš’πš—πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš— πšπš’πš πšœπš™πš˜πš’πš•
πš–πšŠπš—πš’ πšŠπš— πšŠπš–πš‹πš’πšπš’πš˜πš— πšŠπš›πšπšŽπš—πš,
π™»πš’πš”πšŽ 𝚊 πš›πšŠπšπš’πš—πš πšπš’πš›πšŽ πšŽπš‘πšπš’πš—πšπšžπš’πšœπš‘πšŽπš
πš‹πš’ πš›πšŠπš’πš—πšœ 𝚘𝚏 πšŸπš’πšŒπš’πšœπšœπš’πšπšžπšπšŽ  πšπšŽπš›πšŸπšŽπš—πš;

πšƒπš˜ πš‹πšŽ πš’πšœ 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 πš’πš— πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš’πš›πšœπš 𝚊𝚌𝚝
πš πš’πšπš‘ 𝚊 πš•πš’πšŸπšŽπš•πš’ πšœπšžπšœπšπšŠπš’πš—πšŠπš‹πš•πšŽ πš™πšŠπšŒπš,
π™°πš•πšŠπšœ,  πšπš‘πšŽ πšπš›πšŽπšŠπš– πš’πš—πšπš˜ πš—πš’πšπš‘πšπš–πšŠπš›πšŽ
πš‘πšŠπšœ πšπšžπš›πš—πšŽπš,  πš πš’πšπš‘ πšœπšŒπšŠπš›πšŽ πšŠπš—πš πšœπš‘πšŠπš–πšŽ πš’πš—πšπšŠπšŒπš!
These nights,
As I’m listening as people bleed themselves into their art
I wish I could do the same..

These nights,
As I long for something I cannot decipher
I wish I knew what it meant..

These nights,
So pure so unadulterated
I wish it would last forever.
Jon York
Inside you

is where I want to



within the folds

of your mind


the sweet softness

of your soul,


as I release my love

deep within you.
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β  Jon YorkΒ Β  2019.
I'm sitting here
with the rain pouring down.
Trying to get my feet on the ground.
I stay awake and look to the sky
but all I hear are the tears angels cry -
Mourning for half the sky
I wrote this when I was 11, grappling with grief at being targeted by a man whose face I cannot remember.
Faith Hull
you know the worst part of all of this?

I would be completely,
and entirely in love with him

he carries all that is of me
my heart, my future,
upon wings of strength and grace

he dances along the gossamer threads of my existence, gambling with tyranny and fate and raw emotion,
he dwells always in my day and night dreaming

and yet
he does not carry enough
of the stuff
that actually matters
I have lost too much of myself for you

β€œfere” means almost in Latin
I’m made of rubber
Worn thin over time                        
Used over and over                                            
My heart is elastic,                                                                                    
It snaps back into                                                                      
Place, but it breaks                                                
When your blade gets                
Too sharp.

I feel like a balloon,
Floating some days                                                      
Then punctured on            

Mend me,                                                              
Breathe me                                
Back to life…
Dear me,
Don't just sit
Rise, and pursue greatness.

Don't just watch
Go after what you want.

Don't just exist
Strive and start living.

Don't just dream
Work hard and aim for success.

Don't get tired
Keep hiking until you get to the peak.
euphoric jinx
i'm so sorry if anyone has ever made you feel like its hard to love you
i love you
Rafael Melendez
I woke to find myself in a pitch black room, I can hear you faintly.
In the distance your voice and another, I leave the room to search.
The voices get louder, I can make out the other voice as I start to hear yelling. It's me..?
We're arguing, but it isn't me.. it couldn't possibly be me because I'm here.
Where am I? This place is so dark, the lights have all gone out, why won't they work?
Where are you? I can still hear you, the arguing has become more intense, I'm yelling your name, searching each room, this place seems to grow more vast. Like an abyss I can't escape.
My love, help me.. I'm trapped in my own mind. Don't listen to this imposter!
Don't leave me alone.
Break these doors down, I'm sorry.. I need you.
Megan H
I never realized
How easy it could be
To lose yourself-

I stopped taking time for myself,
Gave myself to others,
Piece by piece.

Every time I put the puzzle back together,
Another piece was missing.
Or perhaps stolen.

One day I will no longer exist.
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
Β Β Not a single!
ExclamationΒ 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
Strange, the Hellopoetry computer demanded I put two stars on this poem to repost it to the front page... But it was worth it, it’s been on here for over a year now, I appreciate it Elliot.

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
I am the deep, the sky in reverse
I have what you seek, for better or worse

I am the blue of infinite depth
I've swallowed the crews and cleared the decks

You are afraid or maybe intrigued
Of the place where you played and also was freed

Kiss me now like you did before
Give me your vow and the ocean is yours.
I think you died
you forgot to tell me

no invitation to the burial or the funeral
why didn't you tell me

was it an accident
tell me

why did you leave me so easily
for a boy who will only give you heartbreak

my friend died
she said I can't talk to you anymore
haven't heard from her in months

happy new year
you threw away our good friendship like a piece of paper

I'll visit your grave one day
press all your flowers and crush the ashes into the wind

you're dead to me
I know you're in trouble
only you can save yourself now
I know you.
Sometimes you say things, expecting that I won’t understand, and I think it’s strange because
I know you.
That’s what this is. I know you,
And I want you,
And I care about you
Don’t want no one else.
You might not know me,
The stanchions you use to prop yourself up eating all that I have fed you,
In the darkness,
In the night,
But I know you.
And I want you anyway.
Cesar Botetano
Beeing separeted from the elements
Beeing separeted from the nature
Away from the storms, the rain and the sea
Was the principle of my decadence
Now after so many defeats
I will return naked and poor
To the very beginning
Tomorrow I will shine together with the sun
rig f laurel
when i died the first time
inhaling an ocean
they said
this was not the plan
turn back.

and when i did
i tried to fly with no lessons
nor wings
and they called me

but i came round
and sought a chainsaw
and then a mermaid
and then death herself
i think she was

and each time
they said the same thing
over and over and over and over:
wrong destiny. wrong destiny.
go again.

the instructions are in a language i do not possess.
charles bateman
Sunlight glistening waves crashing down , living waters , you shall thirst no more . Inner beauty without blemish unflawed. Love unrequited is thigh reward. A beating heart living long in your disdain , yours is a tumultuous companion ,seek thee a dry quiet plain and there find your peace , not undone but complete without end.
They’d waited too long to say

β€œI love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time. In the end of the argument and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them. Because it would never stop. Their love was beyond. It rose above any border that would dare to try and stop it. There was no finish line

because they were each other’s end game.  
Tyler King
The moon wouldn’t be as noticeable if it wasn’t contrasted with a dark night.
If it wasn’t for darkness, we wouldn’t see the light.
If it wasn’t for pain, we would never see a cure.
If there was no such thing as sadness, happiness would cease to exist.
Where would love go If there was no hate?
sometimes I wonder if this
is the dream, the one where I relive
my entire life, just before I die.
A fleeting feeling like a shallow stab
An invasive insight I’m forced to grasp

Because if I miss you I start anew
Facing a nascent nightmare to see through

What if I miss you today and can’t stop
What if this sheer climb has no mountaintop

I missed you today and didn’t dare voice it
Because silence from you would be poison
Crystal Freda
Why is poetry dying
when we still have the gift?
If we still have water
then we still have a ship.
We can sail to the places
these words take us.
We are still shaken
by the words that make us.
Why should we let poetry die
when there is so much to explore?
If only people read it
and discovered more.
I poured myself
inside your cup
pretended to be tea
your lips pursed to the rim
burning kiss
bile churns
you forgot
I'm made of sins
dip your fingers into the richness of my soul
dip yourself into the depths of my love
dip your body into the thickness of my thighs
wanderlust in my love
Luna Maria
are the ink
for the pen
a poet uses
to write
- L.M.
Mitch Prax
To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
"One step at a time is enough to get you there."
Kafka Joint
To be,
To have,
To be had?
Karly Codr
sometimes i wonder what it's like
to be a star
to look down on the world
while it's asleep
to watch the lost souls
wander outside at night
and look up at the sky
and smile
i wish i could be a star
Jonas ernest
Feel like I'm floating. People talk but I don't really hear. Bought a cat cause I'm lonely but now I despise it because it needs.

Windows have frost, maybe vitamin deficient. Jack it to memories of a facelessΒ Β beauty on a night that cared so long ago.

But now I'm haunted. I'll see it soon. Just wish I could be alone; truly, truly, truly alone.Β Β Where no light shines but withers
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
In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.
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