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 1052° 
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
 469° 
Evan Palmer
His actions speak
louder than his words,
but mostly because
he forgot how to speak
 323° 
lovejunkie
when i'm in a crowd
doesn't matter where
it can be waiting in line
at the grocery store where
the sound of coins hitting the
counter is suddenly deafening
when this hypervigliance kicks in
like an unwelcome superpower and
i'm fully aware of where every single
person is, what they are doing, and
all the sounds mix together into
a roar that to my gut sounds
like a saber tooth tiger
running hot on my
heels, and i either
fight, flee or freeze
like i'm a caveman
and i have no control
over which of the three
i say yes to... i avoid crowds
it's easier and safer to just be alone
 262° 
Victor Bucarizza
Perhaps if I could fit you in a jar,
no, a cage.
If only I could tie you down with ink to
a torn out page.
Maybe then I could forget you,
and bleed my last drop from this pen.
Maybe then I could forget you,
and let the paper suffer with you instead.
 250° 
Limem ALi
You were there
When i came
You were there
For a long long time

You're always up there
In the sky
Sitting quiet, sitting silent
Falling me everywhere

Morning you are hiding
At night you are brightening
Sitting right next to the stars
 244° 
Shumz
As everything becomes a memory
may your blessings never become a distant one
from being planted in your garden
to drink from the rivers of your love
you prune me as I grow
pour out mercy
in the midst of the storm
I embrace the fruits of your glory
as others enjoy the taste of your love
But just as everything becomes a memory
may your blessings never become a distant one
because all I have and all I am
is all because of You
 244° 
Nik Bland
Some days
She finds
Herself
Vacant
One
Self-destruct switch
Away
From
A life
Her own
But different

The steps
She takes
So delicate
As not to
Hurt
Still leave
Craters
In living room
Floors
Unmistakable

But better
Are craters
Of shrapnel
Than to be
Stagnant
Feet embedded
In a place
Where she
Finds
Only vacancy
 240° 
Tanzim Ahmed
Life is like a blank page,
And the outcome of it depends on how beautifully you can paint it.
"Life"
 240° 
Meredith Ann
I still find myself
scanning above the heads of crowds,
listening for your burnt orange voice,
planning my future with you in mind.

All of me knows that I must move on
but my core stubborn self that you found so endearing,
is holding on for dear life,
refusing to let you go.
Things were too perfect to be capable of ending.
 240° 
Silas Lynch
I see your light, it casts upon thee
I think you might set yourself free
For said light so bright it be
It leaves me in shadows, you can´t see me

Be free and joyful, live forever
Don’t turn back to me never
I thought we were forever
Leave me be, in the future and ever
 237° 
Jacob
Blank screen
arises quickly
only to be
splattered with rage

Descending, defeated
there rises
another
blank and waiting

But no rage
this time
only love
is given to its canvas

And up it stays
shining
not defeat but acceptance
for what it shows
 235° 
Chloe Allison
All it takes is one sip.
The flavor from that eleven dollar bottle,
One taste of that pink liquid going over my lip.

It centers me in a way that I wish it didn't.
"I need this," is all I can say
because it's noon on a Monday.
 217° 
Danielle L Cook
the voice inside my heart is trying
to tell me he is done


and i'm inclined to believe it
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 209° 
B L Costello
Last night in bed you held my hand,
You caressed my fingertips,
I felt so very happy,
I thought that we might kiss,
But I was only dreaming,
This bed is an abyss,
I woke up untouched,
My hand in a fist,
And you beside me
Never knew,
Eyes closed,
Perhaps just dreaming,
That smile on your face
Is there any meaning?
I fear someday you’ll tell me,
Is it just a mask?
Watching you turn over,
I am just tired too to ask.
©B L Costello 2019
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©B L Costello 2019
 200° 
Bloodyrabbitt
Some things will get broken, and as a result you’d never be able to see the world the way it used to be.
 175° 
gabrielle
the moon
full

my love for you
full

love for me
.....

goodbye
fully
there's nothing i could do
to love you in it's fullest
even not loving me
is okay
nothing i can do
so a goodbye
in my fullest
 171° 
LWZ
The grip is tight without remorse
Suppressing memories of my execution
Betrayal sharp as a knife
The unease of a battle I never was aware of
Secrets so sick they stench of rotting flesh

Forgiveness is an elixir
A medicine for the pain
Abandon thyself absolutely
To achieve a place of tranquility

Self is all I have
Self will last indefinitely
Self betrayal is thick
Like mud on the bayou
Like oil on water
An eye for an eye
Betrayal ends with betrayal
 162° 
AmeriMav
My lungs feel empty
Like floating in outer space
You’re the air I breathe
Haiku
 156° 
Maesie
This tiny snowflake
You thought was so special
You would have built an igloo
Just to have kept her.
 137° 
Pyrrha
I find it strange that when I look into your eyes I'm not met with an endless starry sky
The world around me doesn't freeze or turn monochrome around everyone but you
I don't see an endless sea or visions of a setting sun, no matter my determination
So how do I know it is love if it isn't as the words I've heard all my life describe?

Yet my heart still drops when you walk into the room, even when your focus is a place far off
People say it's like a flutter but this is far too heavy to use such a light word to describe such a feeling
It's painful, but I know it isn't something ominous or bad because it feels right
How do I know it is love if none if my words describe it right as they should?

I get it every time our eyes meet or you tilt your head and smile with your head in the clouds
I get it when you laugh to yourself or say something hardly above a whisper
When you focus so hard you ***** up and let out that silly sigh of aggravation and I feel such deep affection
Yet is it alright for me to say what I feel is love when I can't even tell myself what love is?

I don't think your eyes need starry skies or my stomach needs a million butterflies
Your smile doesn't need to illuminate the room and my thoughts for you don't need an anchor
Your love shouldn't have an expectation and my words don't need to have a proper diction

Perhaps I'll see it in your heart or feel it in your touch one day if you feel the same
Regardless what the world has sold me with their modern day poetry
I promise you that no matter how hopeless I become I will find out for myself
What it means to love you wholly even if I have to find out from loving at a distance
I don't understand why I write so many poems about love when I am not even in love. It is so frustrating to have words without a muse and a muse without words.
 123° 
Laura G
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Desired but never adored
Needed but never wanted
Am I cold & calculated
or broken
with no net, no harness
 119° 
Mark Rohlf
belief is a box
open at the top
but still you stand

conscious like rocks
atoms like fear
lay tight
of change so
still you stand

aware the nuance of life
cannot be explained in one breath
so still you stand
... in the box
 113° 
LightShade
I wanted to tell you
   in words
I wanted to speak to you
   in letters
I wanted to voice out to you
   in songs
I who just wanted to
   be with you

Forever
If only i could say it
I hold it true, whate'er befall
I feel it, when I sorrow most
'Tis better to have love and lost
Than lie and never have love at all.

I'll cry out for your name
But it will never be the same
Enraged i cry, heartbroken inside
Can't take the pain, there's no way to hide.

I sink down right beside your promise
Your love in despair was put in demise
It's blissful as it seems every night
But then I'll woke up tomorrow like there's no light.

Good bye, for you cannot see me weep
Burn everything, there is nothing for you to keep.
I did not want to leave you, never.
But what you have said forever,
is never together.
A death of love
 100° 
Adetunji Adewale
Love is charm,..love is cure,..love is blessing,..
     Love is immortal
Love is loyalty
Love is prayer,..love is worship,..love is believe
Love is the way of ***
Love is free,..love is  bond,..love is modesty,..love is unique
Love is purity
Love is gentle
Love is freedom,..love is pain,..love is endurance
Love is sane
Love is oath
Love is fragile,..love is eternal,..love is invaluable
   LOVE IS LIFE.
Love bonds and separates us all base on how we use it.
 98° 
Humble
In my haze,
I watched love walk away
never saying goodbye.

"Please come back",
I wanted to call out to it
but I couldn't find my voice

In my numbness,
I couldn't bring myself to go after it.
I just laid helpless,
as it left without looking back.

I didn't even deserve it anyway.
 98° 
dylan
nothing
is
louder
than
the
sound
of
my
thoughts
running
through
my
mind
at
3am
 90° 
Robin Lemmen
There is art
In your heart
Painting pictures
When I lay
My head down on your chest

There are songs in your eyes
Singing lullabies
When you hover
Pin me down
With your stare

There is a poem
On the tip
Of your tongue
I taste it
When I kiss you

You are tortured
Stereotyped
My jaded lover
I hear it
When you won't talk
 90° 
Emily
recently
I got a little older,
learned a lesson or two,
like how loving someone
could never be as poetic
as I wanted it to.
like how nothing
could ever be as poetic
as I want it to.
how can I accept
that the miracle of love
isn’t really a miracle at all?
how can I wrap myself
in someone’s arms
when I know
that there isn’t any sort
of poetic loving involved.
how do I unlearn
the romantic thoughts
that taught me
about the fireworks,
the butterflies,
and the fluttering fingers
in the dark.
and accept that
maybe kissing
won’t be as spiritual as I thought.
maybe it’s really just a mouth on mine.
how do I unlearn my innocent heart
who lulled me into a false sense of hope
for a lover who would call
the way my body moves
art.
a lover who would feel
the poetry
in every word
I spoke in the dark.
 82° 
Frost
You grabbed
The rope and chair

And hanged yourself
In the air

You listened to
The voices and their pleas

As they celebrate
Your death with glee

You closed your eyes
As they smiled

As they partied
Like animals, so wild

For you have commited
A sin they craved

That has sent you
To your grave

...

You opened your eyes
And so far as you can see

Is an endless void
That you did not forsee

You regretted the decision
That you have made

But it is now
Too late
First ending to the poem "Insanity"
 81° 
littlebrush
In the deep corners of 3am,
I find her.
 79° 
theforest
here's the night
and here's the moon
and here's me
thinking of you
 77° 
mere
i'm lost,
not on a place,
but on the words
you used to say.
 73° 
Sky
Anxiety gnaws at me,
and it’s hard to keep control.
I won’t let it drive you away.
I won’t let my fear
wrap chains around your wrists -
I have to let you breathe,
and maintain my own breathing
at the same time.

I can breathe,
I can control this.
I can keep us safe.
 72° 
Carla
You miss a meal,
Then it turns to two,
A day passes,
And no one notices you.

Craving nutrition,
There goes a week,
Those many hours,
Longing for something to eat.

Using the same excuse,
"I'm not hungry, I just ate,"
The numbers keep dropping,
Was sixty-three, now fifty-eight.

You can't go back,
People are noticing you,
They say you should eat, and you say,
"You have something better to do."

It's harder than you think,
Just leave me alone!
Stop telling me to eat and drink!
If I need you, I can find my phone.
This poem is about an eating disorder, it’s dangerous and those that have it can be greatly effected. Not only them, but those around them as well.
 68° 
ThatBrokenOne
I write this poem
Because I have a question
A question I have been want to ask you
From the day that I met you

We talked and talked
Sheared songs
Spoke about jobs
Read poems
Talked about school

We spoke with each other
Through messages
So I never got to know your voice
Your way of talking

You might see where I am going
So I'll ask it directly
Will you meet me
Over a cup of coffee?
 68° 
Corey Smith
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 67° 
Hilla254
by the window,
gazing on the crescent moon,
cold breezes tear through the room,
the night sky,
glistening monochrome picture,
the beauty reminds me of you,
goose bumps graze the skin,
reality fades away,
and,
involuntarily end up on your world,
The first letter i wrote you,
lays on my hand,
i spilt my heart out for you,
asked to take you out too,
wind blows pieces of paper,
and there lies the fourth letter,
i wrote, it's a poem
scripted script less,
written from the edges of my thought's,
as words coined at will,
i think you would've liked it,
the ending, a cretan,
sends me to the second letter,
a rhyme, declaring
my love for you,
a lovely one,
but the brightest thought's,
bloom the darkest,
and then reality keeps up,
it haunt's you know,
knowing my heart harbors affection,
for you,but silence rule's my mouth,
knowing my brittle heart,
would easily fall for her charm's,
letters didn't see the mail man,
i once dropped it at your doorstep,
wore a cape to get the courage,
to knock,and i did,
but instead i woke up.
Scripted lamentations
 67° 
manda
party of one
at a table for two
and somehow
i feel more complete
than i ever did
sitting with you
this is being alone
without being lonely
 67° 
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.

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