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 1168° 
mila splawska
she pulls a cigarette out of the box
click
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 of of 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
 676° 
Pluto
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
 420° 
Mia Pratt
I found
the ocean
near the boardwalk
the trade winds
floating
on the sand dunes
slowly working
it's beautiful
little moments
I need from that
breathtaking view
 260° 
Samantha
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.
 238° 
Thunderstorm
-her full
and
longing lips

-her thighs
that bring me
deep into
a mischief
so raw
and sweet

-every
granular
part of her
tasted
like
fresh,
pure
cane sugar

-she was
unhealthy
for my heart
but,

my
throbbing
sweet tooth
no longer
heeds the
warning

-death
couldn't be,

any
sweeter
 193° 
Anastasia
my head was in the clouds
but now i'm on the ground
i keep thinking about the sky
but i can't go back now
remember what it was like
dancing upon the air
wind in my soul
cotton in my hair
i miss the hum
of distant planes
i used to be free
now i'm weighed down by chains
my head was in the clouds
but now i'm on the ground
i fell from the sky
and lost all i found
 176° 
Kailey Jones
Just go talk to him
you'll see what I see
behind all his faux toughness
is a deeper story trying to flee
and while most see masculinity
behind his walls, I observe his insecurity
No one deserves to have to put up an act for anyone!
 166° 
Kalarav
I am so tired
of fearing
potential endings
like 'our resources
will last forever'
can we stop
pretending?

"I will always be
by your side"
What if you wont?

3 new species
in the endangered
list.
The oldest
glacier known,
now turned to mist.

Is it possible
that we come to terms
with our approaching
oblivion
and yet be at peace
with our on going motion?
 158° 
Aryan Sam
Hi
Years ago
We stayed up till
3 am talking,
And today
I don’t even know
How to say hi,
 127° 
Luka
I am fierce
yet I burn out so easily
you can out me out
you can stomp me down
i can burn bright
or I can be small and easily killed.
 125° 
Shadow
And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
      Not shaking the grass
And every night that passes by leaves me more empty than the one before...
 113° 
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.
 112° 
Tess
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.
 111° 
Rhonalyn
I'm lost in madness thinkin'
The devil inside me brewin'
Waitin', for you to be seen
Darker than it has ever been
So afraid I might lose you.
 108° 
Thomas W Case
I sit back in
the place of attack, but equipped for
battle this time;
The enemy won't win.
I laugh at him as
I greet the dawn with
a love soaked heart.
It smells like
leather, and my baby's hair.
I'm fully aware of
the antagonist's snares, and tricks,
but we won't be trapped.
See, this isn't a
tragedy, it's the epitome
of romance and victory.
I'm a stallion, and
she rides me into
the evening as we
eat peaches and
pomegranates, and let
the juice glisten on
our faces in God's
glorious setting sun.
 105° 
julianna
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.
 97° 
Ellie Phant
As a pandemic spreads across the globe,
we realize more and more
about ourselves
which we once did not know.
Extroverts transform into introverts,
introverts into extroverts,
finally, a revolution for the mind,
an extraordinary, cosmic show
of divine and unprecedented kindness.
Externally and internally
we will continue to grow.
 91° 
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
 85° 
SJG
All the things that I am not
Will creep slowly by
To crown each waiting café table top.

What’s in a life? What’s in a life?
What has your nerves
Falling off the edge of a knife?

I guess there’s more to this earth than I’d swear.
Though any whichever way,
You never seem to be there.
I try reaching out. I try less to care.
I try reaching out, the world is all air.

Standing no creeps.
Standing no creeps.
Take the water from under me
And displace it where it’s free.
 77° 
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)
I: a paradox
Find peace in delirium
Grateful for the skill
A sleep deprivation induced  euphoria
 72° 
Words' Worth
They sent a man
On the moon
During quarantine
He never came down
Breakdown?
Breakthrough.
 70° 
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

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
 66° 
Aasiyah
please can you stay
i can't heal
morning, eve
night and dawn
hanging on
to what was left
i wrote this a time ago.
didn't post it.
In an another multiverse
      The other me might be better
Skinny and with goals in his mind
       and a beautiful heart

But he may have the riches
         and the expensive watches...

I have you in this universe
        My road may be broken  
             from the decisions I made
yet you held my hand
       And that's makes my universe
      better than the others
Iloveyou
 57° 
Zhanara
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.
18/11/2018
 56° 
Felicity Paris
My sadness consumes me
Devours me;
Takes me alive

I wish I weren’t
sometimes

I wish it didn't have
that chance
 56° 
Autumn
I wouldn’t put it past you to be so shallow
Your egomaniac nature makes you far from
hallow.

Your patronizing smirk
And your eyes filled with pride
At long last, revealed was the truth you could no longer hide.
 56° 
Sunstrike
When butterflies fall in love, do they feel humans in their stomach?
 55° 
Ellie Geneve
I drink my morning coffee,
gulp after gulp,
searching for sanity
in the bottom of the cup
 55° 
JK Cabresos
lighten the load
of your luggage
of insecurities
Copyright ©️ 2020
 55° 
Tsunami
I was a page in your book of life.
You were a whole chapter in mine.
 52° 
Micah G
Why
Can I give a girl anything  
Except what she wants
 52° 
waving fern
out of the corner of my eye
a still thing moves

a petal on a flower
the limb of a tree

movement courses through the ether
unseen yet known to me

nature spirits are near
they remain at a safe distance

when will they show
if ever, the dawn of truth: existence
in the realm of fairies, mentally
 52° 
Poetic T
the stars are cold
the air frigid

dying alone, corona
 50° 
Angela
A sower
     A seed
A root
     Of the tree
A forest is the poet

A harvest
     A trove
A cherry
     Of the grove
Sweetness is the poet

A feather
     A wing
A flight
     Of the spring
A sparrow is the poet

A swarm
     A bee
A buzz
     In the tree
A sting is the poet

A puzzle
     A haze
A fog
     In the maze
A mystery is the poet
 48° 
Marsha
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. ♡
 45° 
Katinka
I´d like to vanish
in the dark
so when the sun raises
I am gone

I don't want to be
in this world
so when the earth turns
I am gone

I wish to flee
from this life
so when the birds sing
I am gone

I gave up
the hope of morning
so when the moon vanishes
I will too
It is not in your beauty that I found love;
It is in your love that I see beauty.

And if you care as much,
I would care more.

If you care more,
I would care most.

For this path of ours is not blind,
But truth from love's perspective.

If hate ponders this path of ours,
It shall find nothing of its kind,

But evolve,
Just as we have, in love

Beyond all barriers –the isms:
Racism; tribalism; religionism,

To become one –WE:
You, me and love.

©Abdulmalik Jibril
 41° 
r
Black Lilacs
blooming -

a blossoming
of grief -

dark fallen pollen
on the breeze -

I can see it falling
all around me -

there on the wall
for us to see -

April will be
the cruelest of them all.
“ April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land...

I will show you fear in a handful of dust...

...And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls;...”

T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land, 1922.
 40° 
Deanna
when ever i hear your name
my heart instantly
sinks
to the bottom of a
sea.
 40° 
Simpleton
Love didn't end wars
It started them
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